The whip came slashing down across Vicky’s tits, the tip of the whip biting at her tender nipples. Her entire body shuddered and jerked, her legs lifting off the ground as she struggled to pull herself loose from the ropes tying her to the ceiling of the garage.
“So, you thought you could just divorce me, cunt? You’re not happy being married to just a mechanic, huh? Well fine, but before you leave, I’m gonna take my ounce of flesh! You never did like fucking me, even when we were dating. I bet you wish I was fucking you now, huh? Well I’m not going to. Not for a long fucking time.”

Leeroy viciously backhanded her across the face and tore the bra off as easily as the shirt. His hands latched onto her full, heaving tits, his fingers sinking into the sensitive flesh as he squeezed and twisted her soft orbs.
“You’re hurting me! Please stop! Pleaaasssseeeee!” Mandy cried, pulling feebly at his hands to try and free her tender tits from his mauling.
Leeroy kicked her to the ground and, grabbing a ziptie from the shelf, secured her hands behind her back. Now her entire body was his to play with…
When she finally staggered out of the garage twelve hours later she was covered in bruises and welts, with Leeroy’s cum leaking out of all three holes. But she also had the alternator she’d been trying to steal… she’d finally paid for it.