Lola and Princess Donna Dolore

Lola steps in 0-1. Last loss taught her nothing. The Spider, Princess Donna Dolore, webs her fast. Long legs wrap tight. Strong arms pin her down. Fingers slide deep inside, knuckle-hard, twisting. Lola twists, kicks, gets nowhere. Donna's thighs clamp her waist, squeeze the air out of her ribs. Lola's face gets smothered under the Spider's cunt, breath hot and wet against skin. Each new scissors rocks her spine, shoots pain straight to the bone. She can't tap out. She can't break free. Donna toys with her hole, keeps her open and dripping, until Lola stops fighting and just takes it like the bitch she is.