RD2: Girls helpless in wrestling holds, getting double teamed. Finger fucked & beaten on the mat.

Round two opens with Team Ice sitting on a slim fifty-two point cushion. The Dragons have never trailed like this. They charge out hungry, claw back the lead, even steal it for a breath. Then Ice snaps the trap shut. Their holds are tight, their hips heavy. Every scramble ends with a Dragon face-down and a hand jammed between her thighs. Fingertips drive in hard—two in the cunt, one curled at the back door—pumping until hips buck and gasps turn ragged. Big tits mash into the mat, pale flesh and golden skin streaked with sweat. The Dragons fight the edge, legs kicking, moans cracking. One more stroke and they’d soak the canvas, but the horn cuts it short. They stay dry. Barely. Ice walks off with the lead blown past a hundred and the Dragons left shaking, holes throbbing, seconds from total surrender.