Lisa struck like a cobra the second Connie’s top was off, grabbing the blonde’s wrist and wrenching her arm behind her back. It was like a knife in Connie’s elbow and shoulder at once.
Connie jerked helplessly as Lisa caught her from behind. The sleek instructor crushed the ribs of her cuckquean student, forcing Connie’s breasts to bulge above the vise of her arms.
The sight of the wife’s tits like this spurred the mistress to cruel taunts. “He came on mine yesterday afternoon, bitch - where were you?”
Lisa smashed Connie to the studio floor and jerked her head back by her ponytail. Grinning wolfishly, she planted her bare foot on Connie’s breast. “Does this
hurt?” she mocked her. “He can’t get enough of my tits, Connie. Or my pussy. He fucks me like an
animal!”