The tables are turned

Delisha grabs Wendy's shoulder and spins her around.

Wendy is ready to blow the mist in her face when Delisha puts her hand over her mouth.

Wendy's eyes widen as she has **** but to shallow the concoction she had whip up from Delisha.

"You dink I'm dat stupid, you slag!" Delisha says as Wendy starts to feel the effect take hold of her, "Like I dedn't see de frahg wenk at you."

"Besides." Delisha then says as she pulls the weak Wendy away from the ropes, "I dahn't troehst wetches!" She then clotheslines Wendy to the mat.

Wendy didn't seem to mind that much as she seems out of it. She slowly touch her nipples as they get harden while her hand slowly goes down her pants to caress her wet pussy.

"Let's see what you gaht down dere wetch." Delisha then pulls down Wendy's pants, to reveal her shaven pussy as Wendy starts to play with her soaking pussy.

"Nice." Delisha starts to take off her pants, "I dink I might want sahme o' dat."