Super Chick Katrina kaif in Banquet Hall

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Super-Chick was finished, her body ached, especially her breasts. She could see the cameras focusing in on her battered body and the faces of the hostages all in shock by her current condition.
Violator lifted Super-Chick into the air with one hand, holding her up by her S logo on her costume, which slid up her ass and into her nether lips as she was displayed before the cameras; her skirt which barely covered her ass and vagina normally now revealed her wedgy to all.
“Super-Chick how do you feel? Have you any comments?” asked a reporter from ABC.
The only response he got from Super-Chick was moaning.
Violator then held Super-Chick up against the nearest wall. She pinned her there with one hand pressed between and pushing into her breasts.
“ You know what I’m going to do don’t you little girl, I’ll give you three guesses.”
Super-Chick’s eyes meet Salman’s; she just cried and had a look of sheer horror on her face.
“ One would think a big girl like you would know better Super-Chick.”
Violator unleashed a punch straight at Super-Chick’s navel; the wall Super-Chick was being held against formed a crack.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” cried Super-Chick.
Violator then struck her over and over again in the same spot. Blood poured out of Super-Chick’s mouth, as she screamed in pain and begged for mercy. Violator would not stop she just threw punch after punch.
The wall behind Super-Chick shattered to the ground and finally Violator relented.
Super-Chick was again held in the air by her S logo on her costume, still conscious but limp. Her head leaned forward and was concealed by her sweaty black hair covering her face, but blood still dripped from her lips onto the floor.
Violator then tore Super-Chick’s costume around her abdomen revealing dark blackish blue bruises, with areas of red under the skin revealing internal bleeding. She then let Super-Chick fall to the ground.
“Ah, poor little Super-Chick, all beaten up! Think of all the people you’ve let down today Super-Chick; all those little girls who you inspire, well there’s always Barbie right!”
Violator laid herself straight on top of Super-Chick, kissing her face and licking her wounds. “Is that better? Gosh, you’re still gorgeous, even with the shit kicked out of you.”
Violator slipped Super-Chick’s costume from out of her nether lips and inserted her fingers instead. This time Super-Chick ‘s skirt was to short to conceal anything and the media caught a full glimpse of her pussy and Violator’s probing fingers.
Violator’s other hand lay on Super-Chick’s devastated abs intermittently giving her equally battered breasts some tender squeezing. “Ungggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” moaned Super-Chick as she neared her climax.
The cameras caught every minute; each expression of pain and pleasure was caught on film around the world.
Super-Chick tried not to show excitement and enjoyment but Violator was to good, she touched her just right.
Tears continued to flow from her eyes and run down her cheeks and she continued to cry in between the moments of pleasure but she had long given up resisting, compared to Violator she was just a girl.
“YEEEESSSSS, YEEESSSSSS, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” moaned Super-Chick as her orgasm came.
Violator past her hand through Super-Chick’s bush wiping off Super-Chick’s cum, the rest she licked off her hand, savoring each finger as she sucked them clean. Violator then lifted Super-Chick’s head off the ground by her sweaty hair.
“ Next time Super-Chick there will be no pleasure. When we next meet bitch, you die! Maybe I’ll come tomorrow, in a week, a month or a year but I can promise you a world of pain, followed by a funeral. So long Super-Chick!”
With that Violator delivered a punch into Super-Chick belly, knocking her out, leaving her to a swarm of cameramen.