Bayleys big ass revealed

Bayley locked her legs around Lyra’s upper body, hauled her in tight between her thighs, and drove both hands under the waistband of the dark blue Calvin Klein panties. She yanked upward with brutal force, stretching the fabric into another vicious wedgie that made Lyra cry out. While Lyra was still arched and gasping, Bayley reached for the shredded remains of her top, fingers digging in to rip it the rest of the way off—

Lyra suddenly bridged and exploded upward.

She hit a back body drop, launching Bayley up and over. Bayley crashed back-first onto a pile of old, jagged sheet metal with a loud, painful clang. The impact knocked the wind out of her and left fresh scrapes across her skin.

Lyra rolled away, frantically digging the deeply embedded Calvin Klein panties out from between her cheeks. She took a few ragged breaths, wiped blood from her forehead with the back of her hand, then stalked over to the downed Role Model. She grabbed Bayley by the arm, sat on a low concrete block, and hauled her face-down across her lap.

Lyra hooked her fingers into the waistband of Bayley’s blue-and-silver tights and yanked downward. The fabric peeled over the full, thick curve of Bayley’s ass, revealing the still-stretched black Victoria’s Secret panties stretched tight across those heavy cheeks. But Bayley’s thighs were too powerful and thick—the tights refused to go any lower than mid-thigh, trapping her legs and leaving her ass perfectly presented and vulnerable.

Lyra’s eyes lit up at the sight. She reached down, picked up a flat piece of the scrap metal that had just hurt Bayley, and weighed it in her hand.

“Look at that big booty,” she said, voice low and full of dark amusement. “Time for some payback.”

The first strike landed with a sharp, metallic crack.

Bayley screamed. The cold, hard edge of the metal sent a stinging, spreading fire across her right cheek that was far worse than any open-hand spank. Lyra didn’t stop. She brought the scrap down again and again—left, right, center—each blow harder than the last. The metal bit into soft flesh through the thin black panties, leaving angry red marks and a deep, throbbing burn that made Bayley’s entire ass feel like it was on fire. She thrashed and kicked, legs straining against the half-lowered tights, every squirm only making the next spank land harder. Tears stung her eyes as the pain layered and intensified, the scrap metal turning her full, round cheeks a glowing, painful red.

Finally Bayley’s desperate thrashing sent her tumbling off Lyra’s lap. She hit the gravel hard, both hands flying back to clutch her burning ass. She frantically yanked the blue-and-silver tights back up over her hips, but the stretched black waistband of her Victoria’s Secret panties still rode high and clearly visible above them.

Lyra threw her head back and laughed—that same broken, manic sound.

“You want to pull your pants up, huh?”

She glanced upward. A heavy industrial winch hook, used for hanging production equipment, swayed gently from a thick cable overhead, the metal hook gleaming under the sodium lights.

Lyra’s smile widened into something truly unhinged.

“I’ll show you pulling your pants up.”