TARA INDIANA'S DEN OF INIQUITY DUNGEON: MISTRESS PORSCHE LYNN

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     "Mmmffff... " The wimp muffled some unintelligible stupidity as his mouth was pressed against the hard padding of the wrestling mat as Porsche locked her knees around both sides of his torso. 
 
    "Awww, poor baby, is this too much for you?  I'll lighten up a little on the poor, submissive wimpy boy. " Porsche laughed as she let go of the wimp's arms. He struggled to catch himself before his head smashed into the mat, but before he could take another breath, Mistress Porsche Lynn had slid her long fingers around his throat and placed her heavenly ass on his to rock her body back and pull his head up in a painful contortion.
    The wimp gasped for breath and felt the world growing dim. Porsche's languid form shone like Goddess flesh as she moved her long limbs to pin the wimp in a contortionist grappling hold. Suddenly, the wimp found himself with his legs up over his head and his ass in the air, pressed firmly beneath Porsche's powerful pelvis. Porsche pinned the wimp's legs down over his head and wrapped her legs around him to position her pussy just above his head.
 


 
 
 
 
 


 

    "Ohhh." The wimp moaned as he felt the sweaty fabric of the crotch of Mistress Porsche Lynn's wrestling suit rub against his face. He could feel the heat of Porsche's excitement inches away from his mouth. The wimp's silly speedos bulged as his cock swelled, about to burst.
   "Pathetic little wimps like you deserve to get their heads' crushed between my powerful thighs. You deserve to be completely smothered in my pussy until you pass out! " Mistress Porsche Lynn laughed cruelly as she caught the wimp's head between her muscular thighs and crushed him in her infamous leg scissors hold. The pressure of Mistress Porsche Lynn's grip was too much for the wimp to bear. His moan muffled against Porsche's pelvic grip as the wimp shot his hot load into his silly speedos.
 Mistress Porsche Lynn laughed triumphantly as she slid her legs around the wimp's and her arms around his and pressed her pelvic bone into his diaphragm to pin him in a flawlessly executed Double Grapevine.
   The wimp lay spent in the powerful grip of Porsche's deadly hold as she gloated triumphantly over his final utter submission.
 


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