Extradition: Part Two

DEA agent Kat Dior's trapped in some cartel rat hole deep in the Sierra Madre. She's there to squeeze intel out of the untouchable La Luna Star—the same bitch who turned Kat out as a whore the day a senator's daughter disappeared. They dragged Kat and some blonde escort inside the big house, the three of them tangled up naked around La Luna. Afterward the boss and her second skinned out with the blonde and every stitch of Kat's clothes, leaving her raw and shivering when the sun finally dropped. Out in the dark Kat pads barefoot, following the snap of voices until she finds a squat concrete shack. Inside La Luna's spitting Spanish at a bound American girl. The hostage reads a shaky ransom manifesto: free the Mexicans or watch innocent bodies drop. Must be the senator's kid—Abella Danger. Abella's begging, trying to offer daddy's money. La Luna just stares at those heavy, round tits under Abella's shirt like she wants to rip them off. Abella clocks the look and switches tactics: she promises La Luna anything, promises to make her come if La Luna cuts her loose. La Luna nods at her lieutenant, Tori, who slices the rope and takes the door. Bare underneath her skirt, La Luna hoists the fabric and feeds Abella her shaved cunt. The brunette works it like a death sentence—fingers curling deep, tongue whipping the swollen clit—until La Luna bucks and gushes down Abella's chin. La Luna strips Abella, shoves her flat, climbs on. Their cunts slam together as La Luna clamps her mouth over Abella's nipples, sucking them raw. She slides two fingers inside, Spanish commands hot against Abella's ear until the girl convulses, spurting across the floor. La Luna sits on her face again, drenching her. Then she feels the eyes, looks up, and catches Kat standing frozen in the doorway.