Vinyl Vixens

Coral Sands and her gal-pal Hollywood are absolutely stunning in their vinyl fetish gear - I especially love Coral's purple number. They have a problem with their roommate alix, who has lost his job, and hence, cannot pay rent. Time to pound the shit out of this creep! Hollywood (whose bounteous cleavage spills out of her dress) chokes him between her thighs while Coral administers full-force gut punches. They slap his face and wring his neck, then they force him to open his mouth and deep throat their high heels. They love to stomp his face! The knee-drops to his gut are gruesome - why don't his ribs crack? Are they made of steel? Turning him over allows them to pound his ass - literally! Time for some butt-bouncing, followed by some particularly violent wrestling moves. "Let's knock the shit out of him!" cries Hollywood as they pound their shoes into his flesh. You'll see them push into his torso from the front AND back simultaneously - they want their feet to meet somewhere around his spine! They knee him and pound him and stomp him and trample him and force him to suck shoe. "Broken rib?" asks Hollywood when her victim lets out a particularly pained grunt. The girls then subject him to barefoot stompitude, punctuated with a little tickling. Some crotch stomping, and a nice bit of lovely nose-up-twat suffocation. "He gets a beating every night while he's here," Coral explains. Hey, Coral: Is that your vinyl answer?