Daisy Ducati walks in like she's already won. Champion every damn time, and she knows it. Tori Avano's got that look, though—hungry, filthy, ready to grab whatever she can get her mouth on. Tits first, always. Then pussy, toes, whatever's soft and exposed. Daisy tries to pin her with weight and muscle, and she almost does, but Tori finds those feet. Sensitive as hell. One lick and Daisy's hips jerk, breath catching. Tori grins and goes in harder, sucking, biting, making Daisy squirm. Wrestling belongs to the champ, but the dirty work belongs to Tori. She gets the points, gets the win. Straps up and fucks Daisy until the champ is gasping, then buries her face between those thick thighs and drags an orgasm out of her. Tribbing next, bodies locked, sweat-slick, Daisy used and grinding until Tori takes what she wants. Then she lifts her, carries her off the mat like a prize, already planning round two at home.
Daisy Ducati walks in like she's already won. Champion every damn time, and she knows it. Tori Avano's got that look, though—hungry, filthy, ready to grab whatever she can get her mouth on. Tits first, always. Then pussy, toes, whatever's soft and exposed. Daisy tries to pin her with weight and muscle, and she almost does, but Tori finds those feet. Sensitive as hell. One lick and Daisy's hips jerk, breath catching. Tori grins and goes in harder, sucking, biting, making Daisy squirm. Wrestling belongs to the champ, but the dirty work belongs to Tori. She gets the points, gets the win. Straps up and fucks Daisy until the champ is gasping, then buries her face between those thick thighs and drags an orgasm out of her. Tribbing next, bodies locked, sweat-slick, Daisy used and grinding until Tori takes what she wants. Then she lifts her, carries her off the mat like a prize, already planning round two at home.
