Slave Under Fire
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Tristin's not a very good driver. When he bumps into a car belonging to Mistress Butter (who happens to have the most amazing natural rack we've seen this side of Taylor St. Clair), he finds himself in the sort of predicament no amount of insurance can pay for. "The car's fucked because of you," she announces. "And now, YOU'RE fucked." She drags him home where she and her attractive gal-pal Mia (in very cool tight white latex-type pants) can subject the miscreant to the worst form of double-bitch barefoot trample action imaginable. In fact, their idea of trample torture is as energetic as a cheerleader's routine: They kick! They stomp! They climb on top and romp! They're sexy! They're fine! They want to break his spine! They trample! They jump! But they'll never let him hump! She's cool! She's hot! She'll choke him with her twat! Mostly, these ultra-sadistic ladies love to subject their victim's ugly face to the sort of ass-phixiation that'll make your eyes turn red. And while one girl smothers him, the other keeps finding new ways to bruise his torso beneath her feet. "Take that, you ruthless fuck!" Butter explains. The running leaps onto his body are downright athletic -- and, from tristin's point of view, unendurable. And check out the full-weight head-stompitude: While Mia stomps on his vulnerable ribcage, Butter uses her entire body as a pile driver, aimed squarely at his head. WHAM! (He's stupid! He's dull! They want to pop his skull!) And check out the scene where the top-heavy Butter brings out the real lethal weapons -- now THIS is breast-suffocation at its finest. She's brutal! She hits! She'll choke him with her tits! As Butter strips down, her panty-clad twat-suffocation grows ever more intense. Mia's latex pants completely end any chance that tristin might gulp a breath. By the end of this flick, tristin's a wreck -- and no amount of body work will undo this sort of frame damage. Mia and Butter are real finds -- a couple of truly dominant bitches who love nothing better than to make men suffer. They roar! They thunder! They'll put you six feet under!
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