Megan takes her time delivering the belt, obviously in disbelief that the slut she backed all the way, just couldn't cut it. "Oh no, you don't just get to hand it over, put it on me." I demand, watching the hatred flash through Megan's eyes. Slowly, however, and through the persuasion of slightly crushing Bridgette's head beneath my foot that much harder, she complies. "Good little bitch, now, why don't you get the fuck out of here, so I can play with my food!" I hiss, giving Megan a little shove, before bending over and grabbing Bridge by the hair. "Get up you skank!" i hiss, yanking you up towards your feet, before drilling my knee up one more time between your legs, forcing you to crumble onto your knees. "Ah perfect height" I mock, as I grab you by the hair once more, turn around, and thrust my ass into your face. "Of we go." I mock, slowly walking towards my door, dragging you behind me, your ass buried in my face. "Hey Megan, I'm going to make this bitch moan louder back here... if you wanted to watch!" I snarl, keeping Bridge's face buried deep in my ass as she crawls behind me, back to my suite.