Extradition: Part One

DEA Special Agents busted in and grabbed Mexican girl Kat Dior naked from some cartel dump in the Sierra Madre. Agent Vandella’s right there hammering her for intel on the Senator’s daughter everyone says is somewhere in this shit pile. Kat’s legs are cranked apart on that steel frame, her fat pussy spread wide. She spills what she knows. After her husband died, she started stripping at La Bolas just to cover rent. La Luna Star walked in one night and a girl named Tori slid over, real serious, told Kat to come upstairs or the family gets a visit. Next day a car takes Kat and another working girl, Adriana, to the compound. Tori orders them naked the second the door closes—La Luna only bangs chicks with big tits. Upstairs, some poor bitch screams once, gunshot ends it. The two women sit trembling until La Luna comes down in a fancy robe over a white bikini. Platinum hair, sick body. She drops the clothes, jams the girls’ mouths on her nipples, drops onto the couch, tells Adriana to eat her out. She flips over, feeds Kat her ass, sixty-nines Adriana at the same time. She bends again so Adriana can eat her ass while she licks Kat to orgasm. When Kat’s done shaking, the three of them scissor hard on the sofa, brains gone, eyes rolling. La Luna hauls Kat into her lap and grinds until Kat screams her way through another one. They rub La Luna off, then Kat tongues Adriana, but the lieutenant pops in, whispers, and La Luna leaves with Adriana and Tori. Kat stands there naked and sweating until she finally steps outside after dark looking for a toilet and that’s when she sees it.