Snatch Ratchit

Snatch Ratchit is ripped and jacked. Solid muscle under the crappy prison jumpsuit: from her fuck-me titties down to her thick thighs that could crush a skull. Rock hard abs, bulging pecs, nipples always at attention, ready to stab through that thin orange fabric. Thick ginger muff spills from her cooch like a rat's nest, stank of musk and lust. Pussy lips always puffy, itching to get their fill. The kind that’d drive a chick fist-deep in minutes. But her obscene booty is the real prize: two bulbous cheeks peering out of her pants, dimpled and dense. An ass made for deep rimming and smothering hoes. Her back is covered in prison tats and battle scar collection. Each mark a trophy, a reminder of the danger she possesses. Looking at her, the other inmates shudder in fear. Snatch Ratchit is a bull dyke through and through because she likes it rough. Aggression fuels her libido, not caring if her bottom could walk straight for a week after. Her sluts exist for her satisfaction alone. Pain and pleasure, she doles them out as she sees fit to intensify only her own orgasms. When she slides her hand between another woman’s legs, her rugged fingers are fondling clit and cunt alike, stroking in all the right ways to make a bitch come undone. She relishes their whimpers and gasps, their pleading eyes, because they mean she is succeeding in breaking them to her will. Passion is a one-way street, starting and ending with her. Her playthings are simply vessels to let her explore the depths of her depravity without limit. Despite her butch appearance and crude spoken language, Snatch's inner dialogue is extremely eloquent and posh.