the little punk

“That’s it!” Rosa fumed, sitting up and grabbing Ashley by the hair. She swung her into the turnbuckle, crashing her back a moment before Rosa grabbed her and smashed her to the mat in a body slam. “Hope you enjoy the ride, twat,” Big Mama spat in her face, then started to climb the top rope.

Ashley panicked, hurrying to her feet to run and try to trip BM up, but she was already flying ass first at her. She crashed onto her face with the sound like a missile hitting the mat, the entire ring bouncing from the massive weight. “That oughta take any more fight out of you,” Rosa taunted, grabbing her hand and letting it drop to the mat.

She heard Ashley gurgle and moan beneath her, smiling wide. “Oooh, still awake. Good. More play time.”

She shifted her flabby ass to position Ash‘s nose right up her crack, her tongue resting against her asshole as it rolled out her mouth. “Say that you love it,” Rosa commanded. W
hen Ashley let out a muffled sound of confusion, she leaned back and laughed, grinding her in deeper. “Say you love licking my filthy, fleshy asshole!” She grabbed Ashley’s tits, squeezing her nipples heartlessly until she screamed into her asshole. She leaned up enough to let her speak.
“I love it,” Ashley sobbed. BRAAAT! Another sickly fart made her gag and cough miserably, the rotten gas being all she was offered to breathe.
“AGAIN! Tell me you love my ass perfume!”
“I fucking love your farts! They smell so good!” Ashley screamed and wept pleadingly as another disgusting odor washing over her face, the fat woman dominating her completely and Ash wanting nothing more than to get out beneath her and go home to lick her wounds, not another asshole.