Round One Cheyenne Jewel and Sahara Rain v Isamar and Berretta James

Cheyenne clamps her thighs around Isamar’s head and drives two fingers deep. Isamar’s moan cuts through the mats. On the other side, Berretta’s smaller frame keeps Sahara guessing, but the bigger girl still carries the edge in raw weight. Blue times every tag like a clock; Yellow burns their chance and wastes the first round’s full exchange. Isamar slides onto Sahara’s back, breasts pressed flat, hips pinning. Sahara bridges hard enough to rattle the floor, yet Isamar sinks lower and stays glued. Sahara’s strength just feeds the hold, muscles trembling, breath ragged, while Cheyenne works her fingers faster, turning Isamar’s cries into something darker and wetter.