Janay and Angela Stone

The Rock walked in sure she could handle it. Years of grappling her brothers had given her muscle and attitude. But Ice tore through all of it. No hiding the outcome here. The Rock got folded in half, twisted tight, and pinned down. Backbreakers arched her spine. Grapevines pinned her wide open. Camel clutches made her chest thrust out while pain and pleasure blurred together. Every hold ended with Ice using her mouth, her fingers, or her own body to take what the Rock couldn't defend. The blonde's fake tits bounced under every squeeze, her face forced between thick thighs, smothered until her muffled cries turned wet. Ice owned the ring, the girl, the match. By round four the Rock was leaking down her own thighs, and Ice decided to test the claim: when she comes, she squirts. So she came.