Harlem Hellfighter

She ducked under the broom end and swooped in, grasping it and twisting the handle as she pulled Tamara back into her frame. Pulling the handle against her throat and yanked the younger black woman backwards, her breasts compressed against the backs of Tamara's shoulders.

"Clever. But you need more than that little girl..." Nadya's hot breath beat against the back of Tamara's eat as she squirmed and gasped, choking in the hold. She could feel the power of the Russian bruiser as their bodies ground together.