Kinky Fetishes

Nikki Next tells Fat Fuck "Come on!" She’s tired of waiting and wants to hurt him. A front headscissors as she cranks it on, clenching her teeth. "You look a little light-headed," the beauty tells him here. He is little more than an object of infliction. The front headscissors keep him blue, as does the ensuing front figure-four headscissors before straightening her legs means nearly the end of his jaw. Her infamous reverse headscissors; she waits; he hangs in but he is suffering and close to crying. Her confidence is remarkable. It should be. She ruins people in the hold. She once said that once it’s on, it’s over. She laughs how her legs control the old, weak man who once could take headscissors from greats like Dixie in great doses. She tells him his panic makes it worse as she pours the power on a front headscissors and he tells her being pressed against her abs is like being pressed against a flat rock; she laughs then fast looks coldly into his eyes. She spins, taking his back for her rear naked choke and we hear "You’re OK" from Nikki. It’s like a vote of confidence from the owner of a baseball team. What follows is seldom good for the subject as it is not here for Fat Fuck. He’s asleep in her RNC and as if recapturing bygone days of taking brutal punishment he refuses a break from her controlling him, though the ensuing rear naked chokes panic and fuck him up. She embarasses the worthles Fuck, then hurts him, shifting his teeth. He begs her; he fights against her legs and she asks "What are you gonna do?" and "Let’s see what you got?" He has nothing. She is so strong for her size and so quick locking on front headscissors — she locks her ankles in what seems light speed. More front headscissors. He is blue and the evil girl laughs.