no, she's Vicky's toy

“Pls… no… more…” Mama gurgled out as Vicky strangled her with the whip handle.
“Silly twat. I’m only just beginning to ruin you.” Vicky released the ****, Mama barely having the time to suck in a breath when Vicky kicked her hard in the back of the head, smashing her face into the mat. She kept it up, stomping onto Mama’s blonde head and driving her roughly into the mat.

Vicky went to the corner, ignoring the boos as she grabbed a pair of cuffs and a pole with straps at either end. She lashed Karen to the corner post with the handcuffs, the rattled milf unresisting as she went on to stick the pole between her legs, strapping her ankles to either end so that it **** her legs apart.

Karen was barely gaining her senses when she saw her horrible predicament, Vicky grabbing the title belt from the corner. “I know how much you wanted this, but looks like it’s mine now. So maybe I should let you say goodbye…”

She swung it by one end of the belt, cracking with a loud slap on Mama Luv’s pussy. She screamed, unable to even close her legs with the pole in place. Vicky went on whipping and laughing until Mama’s pussy was bright red and its lips swollen.