Extradition: Part One

DEA Special Agents bust into a cartel stronghold high in Mexico’s Sierra Madre and drag a naked Kat Dior out in cuffs. She’s strapped down, legs spread wide so her fat pussy stares straight up. Agent Vandella leans in close and starts pumping her for intel on a senator’s missing daughter. Kat spills everything. She’s a hooker at La Bolas back in Mexico City, hustling to cover bills after her old man died. One night cartel queen La Luna Star struts in, and La Luna’s right-hand bitch Tori pulls Kat aside with a blunt order: La Luna wants to meet. Skip the invite and Kat’s family gets hurt. Next afternoon a blacked-out car scoops Kat and fellow working girl Adriana Sephora. Tori marches them into a compound, snaps her fingers, tells them to strip; La Luna likes tits and wants them on display. Gunfire upstairs cuts short some poor girl’s screams. Both whores shiver bare-assed on a sofa. La Luna glides down the stairs, early twenties, perky perfect tits, platinum hair, pearl bikini under a silk smoking jacket. She shrugs it all off and shoves her nipples into their mouths. Then she spreads on the cushions, orders Adriana to tongue her cunt while Kat gets behind and eats La Luna’s tight asshole. La Luna flips it, sixty-nining Adriana, feeding her pussy while Kat licks her from behind. After Kat creams on La Luna’s tongue, the boss lines the two girls up, scissoring them hard until their eyes roll. La Luna hauls Kat into her lap and grinds her wild, making Kat howl when she pops. Then the girls get on La Luna, fingering and rubbing till the cartel queen cums loud. She shoves Adriana back and lets Kat bury her tongue, but just before Adriana finishes the lieutenant storms in, mutters something to La Luna. Tori hustles Adriana and La Luna away, leaving Kat alone, naked, pacing until she slips outside looking for a place to piss—and that’s when she finds...