Becky improvises

Becky grabbed at Delisha’s foot in mid-stomp, managing to trip her up in the process. Becky scrambled away in desperation, holding her stomach and coughing as she fled into the deeper isles.

“You ain’t getting away, you mangy sod,” Delisha snarled, following her rapidly. Just as she grabbed her shoulder, Becky spun around and swung a mannequin arm into Becky’s face. She staggered to the ground, holding her jaw as Becky quickly ripped a mannequin from its stand and hurled it at Delisha. She continued pushing over the model figures, practically burying Delisha in fake bodyparts.

Delisha crawled from the mess slowly, holding her head as Becky moved up behind her. She ripped off Delisha’s pants, leaving her naked and grabbing a select mannequin piece. She held up the hard plastic fist and shoved it hard up Delisha’s ass, getting her to screech in agony as Becky laughed coldly and continued to drive it into her anus.

She left it inside Delisha, grabbing a leg this time and shoving it into Delisha’s pussy, this time to even more screams. “My my, it’s practically a perfect fit,” Becky gloated. “Mama’s quite the slut, isn’t she?”

She grabbed Delisha by the feet, leaving the appendages inside her as she dragged the groaning rocker away.