Ninja (6-0) vs Sarah Blake (0-0)

The Ninja opens round one like a blade leaving its sheath. Sarah takes one breath and the match is already over. She gets used, bent, and broken—every inch taken while she’s still trying to figure out where her guard went. The Ninja’s fingers work fast, slick and cruel, finding the places that make her shake and then pushing further. Sarah’s body gives up before her mouth does, and she ends up on her back, face trapped beneath the Ninja’s ass, gasping through the weight and the heat, licking because there’s nowhere left to turn. When the Ninja decides to claim Sarah’s ass it happens fast—no warning, no mercy, just the thick pressure driving in while Sarah claws at the mat and takes it. The Ninja rides the rhythm she started, hips snapping, forcing every inch until Sarah’s moans lose any fight they had left. Round one ends with Sarah flat, spent, marked. The Ninja stands over her, untouched, already looking ahead to round two.