not a bit

Ink went berserk on Amanda, slugging her in the head and tits while tearing off handfuls of her clothes, throwing them aside like a greedy little girl on Christmas. Amanda screamed and slapped at her, but finally reached into her shredded bra and took out pepper spray, blasting Ink in the eyes. She growled lowly and stepped back, rubbing her eyes.

“Ha! Got you, you stinking painted savage!” Amanda gloated, rushing at her. Ink threw up her boot and smashed her in the gut though, blurting out a gasp of air before Ink double ax handled her over the back. “Your fat mouth tells me right where you are,” Ink hissed, still watering at the eyes. “You talk to damn much…”

Juice was down from the clothesline, Heather hurt from the rope move but still active. She climbed on top of Juice and swung wildly at her, hammering her cheeks with her fists.
“I don’t even need a partner to humiliate you like last week!” she gloated.
Juice winced as her head still ached from the last beating, but she grabbed and spread Heather’s thighs. She’d shoot her knee up into her cunny, making Heather’s eyes fly wide open and scream. She’d try to cup her crotch and close her legs to ease the pain, but Juice’s hands prevent both as she repeatedly launches more knees up into her widespread crotch. Heather shakes wildly like she’s working a jackhammer as she’s pummeled in her pussy.