**Gia DiMarco (2-1) VS Lyla Storm (0-2) merciless Featherweight action! Loser fucked!**

Gia DiMarco walks onto the mat first, five foot five of coiled muscle and bad intentions, already undefeated in the featherweight division. She eyes her opponent, the Jaguar, Lyla Storm, who at five eight and a hundred eight pounds is all legs and nervous energy. Lyla’s record sits at zero and two, but she moves like a girl who still believes she can turn the night around. Gia knows better. From the opening whistle she’s on Lyla’s neck with grinding facesits, thick thighs locking around the taller girl’s ribs until her ribs creak. Between the holds Gia shoves two fingers deep and kisses Lyla hard on the mouth, making her moan even while she struggles. Lyla’s close to coming more than once, body trembling under the smaller woman’s weight, but she bites her lip and stays in the match. In the final round Gia straps on the harness, pins the Jaguar on her back, and drives in with cock and fist until Lyla’s legs shake and her cries echo off the walls. When it’s over Gia drags the gasping rookie to her knees, pushes her toward the referee’s stiff cock, and watches Lyla open her mouth like she was born for it.