Diamond grinned wickedly as she continued to work her hips. It wasn’t only her muscles; it was the sheer size and mass of her thick chocolate ass and hips that contributed much of the force. Each plow forward ensured the dildo went in deep to the limit, enough to physically push Tiny Terror forward. Her hands on her hips made sure that she didn’t fall forward into the turnbuckle.<br/><br/>“Mmm, that’s right bitch, take it!” she crowed, adding in a few hard swats to the ass. “Gonna show the crowd that you don’t scratch Diamond.”<br/><br/>Her pace matched every other pant, moan, or cry of Terror. Two fucks in, and she’d get a scream; another two, a strangled grunt. She really didn’t care what sound she made. If she did, she would have brought a gag down with her.<br/><br/>Diamond gave her a brief reprieve when her pace slowed to a sudden crawl, but it was only so she could reach forward and take hold of both of her arms. She folded them behind her back, locked tightly with her own thicker arms. With a flex of muscle, she lifted her beaten opponent up to the tips of her toes, still bent over, and resumed the brisk pace.<br/><br/>“Feel free to come whenever you want sugar, because I’m not gonna stop until I think you’ve had enough,” she said with glee.<br/><br/>With that, she increased her pace minutely. It was difficult to do with Terror already being stuffed to capacity; she certainly didn’t want to ream her permanently, but there was plenty more her big cock could offer.<br/>