The Spider (1-0) vs. Firestorm (0-0)

Firestorm walked in thinking her bedroom wrestling tricks would get her that first win. The Spider took one look and knew better. She dragged Firestorm across the mats like she owned her, planted her face between those cheeks, and went to work with tongue and fingers. Firestorm tried to push back, but the Spider sat full weight and kept her pinned. Every time Firestorm thought she had space, two fingers slid back in and the Spider’s hips rolled harder, fucking her deep, steady, and mean. Firestorm’s moans got louder, her legs shook, and the Spider never let up until Firestorm came hard, face down and ass up, dripping on the mat. Welcome to the big leagues, rookie. You just got broken in.