The Doll vs Ice

Avi had that fresh-faced look that says she still thinks effort matters. She walked in ready to fight. Janay met her with something colder. It started fast—Avi throwing her weight around—but Janay read every move and shut it down. She bent Avi backward over her knee in that vicious backbreaker, held her there until her spine screamed. Then came the smother, thighs locked, ass sealing every breath. Avi’s protests turned to wet gasps, her body jerking under the pressure. Janay didn’t stop. She used Avi’s mouth, her fingers, whatever she wanted, turning the smaller girl into a living toy on the mat. By the time Janay was done, Avi wasn’t fighting anymore. She was just taking it.