Jay West vs Kaiia Eve

Jay West steps onto the mat grinning like the win over Charlotte Sartre still sits warm in his belly. He thinks every little tattooed brat is his personal toy. Then Kaiia Eve appears—blonde hair, natural curves, ink blooming over pale skin. One look at her and his plan goes to hell. She moves fast, knees snapping into his nuts before he can react. The blows land low and ugly. She grabs his sack next, twists hard, punches until he drops to one knee. Jay tries to answer with his own strength, but every reach lets her catch his balls again. Her fingers clamp down; her knee rises; pain shoots up through his gut. He stays upright somehow, keeps his focus long enough to lock her in his grips. They trade holds until the buzzer. Close call. The judges hand it to her. Kaiia shoves Jay onto all fours. She straps up, spits on his hole, then pushes inside. He grunts as her cock fills him. She fucks him in short, brutal strokes, calling him a loser while she pounds. His own cock twitches, and she reaches under to stroke him until he shoots hard across the mat. Only then does she chase her own finish, using his spent body for every thrust until she cums, hips jerking, breath ragged, victory sealed.