The leather-clad champion was dominating the challenger, and it formed an incredibly sexy scene. Ivy was a vision of authority in her gorgeous fetish wear, exercising ruthless control over the girl between her thighs. Poor Raven was trapped firmly in this punishing position, hunched on her knees with her ass in the air. There was simply no escape, and as the headscissor continued, the pressure on her skull steadily increased.
Raven was stuck in this degrading position for well over a minute as Ivy enjoyed her dominance. The voluptuous girl’s head began to throb with excruciating pain, and she groaned in agony. On hearing her victim’s pain, Ivy grinned sadistically, and she used her hold on Raven’s hair to tilt her victim’s head upward. Their eyes met.
“How’re you doing down there?” Ivy teased. “I want to see the look on your face when you submit to me. Come on, why don’t you try begging for mercy? If you start grovelling now, I might even listen.”