Diana turned away from Linda's destroyed, cum-leaking body with a slow, predatory smile curling her lips. Her heels clicked deliberately across the floor as she moved back toward Selena, the suspended girl hanging helplessly from the ceiling chains.
Selena's arms were stretched high above her head, wrists bound tight, her lithe young body swaying slightly, toes barely scraping the cold floor. Her chest heaved with panicked breaths, small perky tits rising and falling rapidly, nipples stiff and betraying her despite the fury in her eyes.
Diana stopped inches away, so close that Selena could feel the heat radiating from her body. Without a word, Diana hooked two fingers into the waistband of Selena's absolutely drenched panties.
