The Annihilator uses her moves and her curves to Dominate

Bella moves like a cat with something to prove. She locks Sahara down, drives her shoulders into the mat, and plants every curve where it hurts most. Those heavy tits smother air and pride out of her in the same breath. Each pin comes faster than the last, Bella grinding with her hips, her thighs, her ass, counting out the points while Sahara spits curses beneath her. Sahara claws back twice—slips a hip, rolls Bella half off, almost plants her own weight where it counts—but Bella drags her back down and rides her harder. The smothering gets dirtier, flesh to flesh, Bella’s curves swallowing every inch Sahara tries to save. When the last count lands, Bella drags the strap-on from its bag and shows Sahara how losers pay up. She works it in slow at first, then deeper, until Sahara’s back arches and her breath comes in short, angry gasps. Bella stays on top the whole time, tits bouncing with every thrust, owning every last sore inch.