In the shadowed private ring, Blake Collins circled her opponent with amber eyes blazing. Her dark curls clung to sweat-slicked shoulders as she sized up the taller blonde. "New blood like you thinks a few wins earn a shot at me? Cute. But when I pin you, that fine ass of yours is mine to claim—every dripping inch."
Kate Flincher smirked, her blue eyes steady, bigger breasts heaving under the tight singlet. "Ruthless reputation or not, Collins, I'm not here to lose. Your cocky threats won't save that pretty pussy when I turn the tables. Winner takes all? Let's see who ends up panting and begging."
They locked up hard, muscles straining, bodies slamming. Blake twisted free with a fierce grin. "Feel that heat? You're already wet for me." Kate countered with a sharp takedown, fingers grazing between Blake's thighs. "Talk all you want—your hard little clit is throbbing against my hand."
Sweating and panting, the match blurred into a sex fight. Blake shoved Kate against the ropes, yanking down her gear to finger her slick pussy relentlessly. Kate moaned but retaliated, gripping Blake's ass and sliding two fingers deep, making her rival's knees buckle. "Fuck, you're dripping—horny already?" Kate taunted. "I could make you cum right here."
Blake snarled, strapping on a thick toy cock from her bag. "Not before I fuck that mouth and ass of yours raw." She thrust forward as Kate grabbed the strap-on, both women locked in sweaty, witty combat. "Blowjob first? Or shall I ride this until you squirt all over my mat?" The explosive tension peaked as the winner's prize loomed—bodies grinding, toys flashing, neither yielding an inch.
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