Anna Mills vs. The Ninja

Anna Mills walks into her first match with fire and nerves. The Ninja, thirteen wins in, smells blood from the start. Yet Anna refuses to fold. Round two she locks down, claws back, even edges the Ninja on points. That same stubborn grip keeps the Ninja from taking her apart early. By round four the Ninja stops playing and turns the screws. She pins Anna, works her open, and drives into that tight ass without mercy. Anna takes it, grunts, sweats, but never quits. Blond hair sticks to her face, black strands hang over the Ninja’s eyes. The older girl keeps the pressure, hips snapping, stretching Anna until every thrust lands deep. Anna bites her lip, eyes glassy, but still fights the count. When it ends she’s wrecked, marked, and already hungry for the next round.