Will Havoc vs Dakota Marr

Will Havoc swings from wins to losses, then meets a Nebraska girl who’s never wrestled and weighs half as much. Dakota Marr looks smaller than the mat tape, but she storms out like she believes she’s seven feet tall. Round one she throws herself at him, lungs burning fast, and Will bats her aside, spinning the little blonde across the mat like a tossed rag. She charges again, legs pumping, every muscle in her rail-thin frame straining, and he shrugs her off. She keeps coming anyway. By round three the points sit dead even and they go to the tie-breaker. Twenty minutes, no holds barred, every act mutual, every move mirrored so neither gains an edge. Cocks slide into wet cunts at the same second tongues lap clits, 69-locked bodies rolling, sweat-slick skin slapping, every lick answered by a thrust until the first to break loses. When the clock dies, the victor pins the loser face-down, spreads that tight ass, and sinks in to the root while the loser whimpers. Then the winner stands, flexes, and makes the loser kiss every hard ridge of muscle before crawling naked off the mats like a whipped bitch.