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Lyra twisted hard inside the toppled trash can, using her free legs to kick and roll. With a final desperate shove she spilled out onto the gravel, scrambling away on all fours, dark blue Calvin Klein panties still deeply wedged and her trunks tangled around one ankle. Blood from the cut on her forehead streaked down her face as she tried to put distance between herself and Bayley.

Bayley came after her immediately, steel chair raised high. She swung hard—but Lyra rolled at the last second.

The chair missed completely and smashed into the concrete with a jarring metallic clang. The shock shot straight up Bayley’s arms. She cried out and dropped the chair, hands stinging and numb.

Lyra didn’t waste the opening.

She lunged from behind, wrapping both arms around Bayley’s waist and slamming her chest against the Role Model’s back. One hand shot straight down the front of Bayley’s blue-and-silver tights, fingers locking onto the front panel of the black Victoria’s Secret panties.

“Want to pull the front of my undies up?” Lyra snarled against her ear, voice raw and vicious. “Payback’s a bitch.”

She yanked.

The black fabric shot upward with brutal force. The front of Bayley’s panties disappeared between her legs, the stretchy material slicing tightly against her most sensitive folds and pulling hard into her clit. A sharp, burning pressure exploded through her core—hot, intimate, and overwhelming—as the elastic stretched and dug deeper with every fraction of the pull. The sudden front wedgie forced a raw, high scream from Bayley’s throat. Her knees buckled; her hands flew down in a desperate attempt to stop the fabric from cutting further, but Lyra only hauled harder, lifting Bayley slightly onto her toes as the black Victoria’s Secret material stretched into a thin, punishing line.

Lyra drove her forward and slammed her chest-first into the chain-link fence. The metal rattled violently under the impact. Bayley was pinned, still gasping and trembling from the front wedgie, the elevated black waistband of her panties now clearly visible above her tights both front and back.

Lyra stepped back just enough to look down, a dark, satisfied smile spreading across her blood-streaked face as she stared at the stretched black Victoria’s Secret fabric still buried deep between Bayley’s legs.