She loved how Chalia would jerk. Shook her legs and arms. Rolled around. Suffering from her groping.
"Too much for you, I see, huh?" She said, tilting her head to the side as she continued to rub her fingers over the fabric between Chalia's legs. "If you had at least given up when you could, or if you had called me something other than psycho. Bitch.... hm... maybe and I would have knocked you out so you wouldn't remember this."
Suddenly, the tanned femme fatal brought her legs together to fight against the hormones ViVi was pumping into her; so pinkette reacted by dropping her insistence to grab the stubborn girl's knees, pull herself upright until she was sitting on Chalia's face again, and pushed her knees down with her weight to spread them!
Sucubus wasn't going to let Chalia think she was in control of any of this!
"Don't even think you're going to get away from me that easy!!" Roared the pink succubus, seconded by euphoric and exhilarated howl from the crowd!
She would find complicity in the crowd useful, so, to amuse them, why not up the ante?
Pinkette looked up at the ceiling, thoughtfully; poking the inside of one cheek with her tongue at the same time as she fingered her cheekbone. There were ways to fuck Chalia now that she was down for this, and ViVi could do this even better if she knew how to annex the Snake to her show. She assumed. So, finding a compliant response, she crossed her legs behind Chalia's head, lay back down on her belly and began the siege of the Assassin's womanhood, this time combing the fabric above tanned snake's pussy, pacing each finger and palm like a leash, and with the intensity of a she-devil, all the while wiggling her hips from side to side to twist her opponent's head as punishment for her stubbornness.
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ViVi's skirt danced from side to side, occasionally revealing the eyes of the subdued snake, while her nostrils were between her buttocks and her mouth against the pinkette's womanhood. The third queen's trunks were black, tight, but nothing obscene or revealing, yet the thickness and softness of them made them so flirtatious, matched so well with her perfectly round hips, and were so tight that it was hard to ignore the pink queen's scent. The onlookers were imagining it, whistling and cheering at the fortunate position the other woman was sunk into. It didn't look like Chalia was losing this match. Not for them. Not in such a pathetic way.
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