Feather Weight Semi Finals. Amber Rayne is Back on our Mats.

Lyla Storm came in at 5'8, 114 pounds, undefeated this season, the number-three Jaguar. Amber Rayne walked back on at 5'3, 110 pounds, the Rogue who last showed up in season 7. Two years cold but still dangerous. Amber once got Rain Degrey off three times on these mats; tonight she means to do it again. Lyla does not plan on playing target. She wants the finals and the belt. Amber wants blood and orgasms, in that order. They open fast. Amber throws her weight, gets under Lyla’s legs, and buries her mouth between strong thighs before the taller girl can sprawl. Fingers slide in next, two at once, working wet flesh while Amber’s tongue flicks hard over the clit. Lyla bucks, swears, tries to roll away. Amber rides the hips, grinds down, and keeps the fingers moving. Lyla cums first, body jerking, mouth open. Amber grins, wipes her mouth on Lyla’s stomach, and drags the Jaguar back into a brutal facesit. She plants, rocks, forces the air out while her knuckles keep thrusting. Lyla taps, cums again, gagging on her own breath. Round two starts just as ugly. Amber’s smaller frame keeps finding purchase. She pins Lyla on her belly, spreads the ass cheeks, and works two fingers into the tight hole without warning. Lyla screams into the mat. Amber adds a thumb on the clit and starts pumping. Every stroke makes Lyla’s thighs shake. She tries to scramble free; Amber follows, knees planted, never letting the fingers slip out. When Lyla cums the third time her voice cracks and her body goes limp. Points stack fast. Amber keeps the pressure until the whistle cuts round two. Round three never really happens. The whistle blows and Amber drives forward; her forehead clips Lyla square in the eye. Lyla drops, clutching her face. Amber staggers back, vision gone in one eye. The ref calls the match on medical forfeit. Lyla, ahead on points after two rounds, moves to the finals. Amber leaves the mat swearing she’ll be back next season, one eye already swelling shut.