Lesbian Champion!

Bella Wilde just walked into this gym as a gymnast and stepped straight into Bobbi Starr’s trap. Bobbi doesn’t train winners; she breaks them until they beg to be called one. First come the cuffs. Bella’s wrists yanked high behind her back, shoulders burning, ass up and spread. Bobbi crops her thighs raw, every strike making those muscles twitch like she’s still on the mat. A zipper of cruel little clothespins runs down Bella’s tight belly. One quick rip and her skin flares hot red. Nipple clamps bite next, chain swinging between her tits every time she shudders. When she can’t keep her legs split the way Bobbi wants, the coach yanks them wider with rope, folds her until she’s nothing but an exposed hole and an open mouth. Bobbi drops onto that mouth, riding hard until Bella’s lips are slick and gasping. Only then does the strap-on come out. Thick, black, unforgiving. Bobbi slams it straight into Bella’s cunt, fucks her deep, then yanks it free and shoves it up her ass without mercy. Bella screams into the mat while Bobbi pounds her hole, every thrust making the clamps tug and the welts sting. Bella comes like she’s shattering—body shaking, voice raw, ass still stretched around the strap. Bobbi just laughs, pulls out, and leaves her dripping. Champion? Maybe not. But the girl sure earned every bruise.