Kiara Star is back at Nickses Productions, stronger and more commanding than ever—her arms and thighs now thicker, denser, and far more dangerous. Nick Riley has let himself forget just how easily she can break him. Kiara is more than willing to correct that.
She moves without hesitation. Grabbing him with predatory ease, she hurls him onto the mats and drops down immediately, locking his neck between her powerful thighs in a brutal scissor. She squeezes hard, watching his face turn deep red as the pressure climbs. No one has squeezed Nick this hard since Amethyst Mars. Every strained gasp and pained sound that leaves him only makes her wetter. She drinks in his suffering.
When his noises start to annoy her, she slides her soft, warm palms over his mouth. Her thumb presses down firmly across the bridge of his nose, cutting off every breath. He thrashes beneath her, but the struggle only sharpens her excitement. Her thick arms wrap around his throat and tighten, squeezing until his vision darkens at the edges.
She even threads herself between his bound hands, lifting her knees so his helpless body hangs suspended under her. There’s no escape. Her hands return to seal his airways again while he tries to plead into her palms. Kiara leans close, her warm breath against his ear, her low, velvet voice whispering to him like silk wrapped around iron.
When his fighting grows too frantic, her heavy arms coil around his neck once more. “Shhh… just let go,” she murmurs softly, slowly lowering him to the mat as consciousness fades.
Nick Riley won’t underestimate Kiara Star again. Neither will you.
When Gym Girls Attack
