Extradition: Part Two

Kat Dior's locked up in some cartel shack way up in the Sierra Madre, sweating over what she knows about La Luna Star—the slick boss bitch who turned her out the same day that senator’s daughter supposedly vanished. They dragged her in with this blonde hooker, marched them straight to the main house and into a sweaty three-way with La Luna. The second they finished, La Luna and her right-hand guy split with the blonde and every stitch of Kat’s clothes. Now she’s buck-naked, stumbling around in the dark, chasing the sound of Spanish until she finds this grimy little building. Inside, La Luna’s barking orders while a scared American girl tied to a chair reads some terrorist script about freeing Mexican prisoners or people die. The prisoner’s got to be the senator’s kid, Abella Danger, and she’s struggling to read the room. When Abella pleads for ransom, La Luna’s eyes lock on those fat tits and hunger shows. Abella clocks the look, offers anything—just keep her alive. La Luna tells her lieutenant Tori to cut the ropes and stand watch, then hikes her skirt and shoves Abella’s face into her bare cunt. Abella eats like her life depends on it. Kat can’t look away as Abella fingers and tongues La Luna into a gushing orgasm that runs down the girl’s chin. Next La Luna strips Abella’s jeans, pushes her on the floor, and starts grinding—wild tribbing while she nurses those nipples like she’s thirsty for more than milk. She jams her fingers deep, snaps an order in Spanish, and Abella comes so hard she sprays across the concrete. La Luna rides her face again, drenching her, then spots Kat frozen in the doorway.