Brooke Bound and Lola

Brooke runs her mouth the second the bell rings. Lola keeps her face blank and just moves in. Brooke laughs, ducks a grab, and smacks Lola's ass on the way past. Lola spins fast, gets Brooke around the waist, and they slam down hard. The mat shakes. Brooke scrambles out from under, snatches an ankle, and pulls. Lola kicks free but Brooke is already sliding behind her, knee pressed hard between Lola's shoulders. Lola bucks once, twice, then Brooke's forearm snakes under her chin and yanks. Lola's breath comes out in one angry rush. She powers up to her knees, throws Brooke over, but Brooke rolls with it and keeps the hold, dragging Lola down again. They grind together, sweat-slick and breathing rough. Brooke's knee slips between Lola's thighs, forcing them open. Lola tries to twist free, but Brooke's fingers are already inside her, two knuckles deep, curling hard. Lola's hips jerk. Brooke laughs low in her ear, bites the lobe, and pushes deeper. Lola gets one hand under Brooke's thigh and flips them both. For a second Brooke is flat on her back, legs spread, but she hooks an ankle behind Lola's neck and drags her face down between her thighs. Lola fights the position, shoulders tense, but Brooke rocks her hips and grinds until Lola's mouth is where she wants it. Brooke keeps talking, filthy and nonstop, even as Lola's tongue finally drags over her clit. The words turn into gasps when Lola sucks hard. Brooke's thighs tighten. She grabs Lola's hair, holds her there, and rides the pressure until her back arches clean off the mat. Lola tries to pull away, but Brooke yanks her back down and comes with a sharp, broken sound, legs shaking around Lola's head. She stays on top for a second longer, chest heaving, then rolls off, slick and flushed. Lola stays on her knees, breathing through her mouth, lips wet. Brooke reaches back, finds Lola's wrist, and pulls her forward again. She guides Lola onto her stomach this time, pushes her knees apart, and slips two fingers straight into her ass. Lola's whole body jolts. Brooke works slow, deliberate, stretching her open while her other hand stays busy between Lola's legs. Lola's hands fist against the mat. Brooke leans over her back, teeth on her shoulder, and pumps harder until Lola's thighs start to tremble. Brooke adds a third finger, twists, and Lola comes with a low, furious moan that fills the whole room.