The Amazon vs. Vendetta

The Amazon towers over Vendetta at the start, but the smaller woman hits first. She drives The Amazon to the mat and pins her shoulders flat. The Amazon bucks and grunts, yet Vendetta rides every twist, hips locked, thighs iron-tight. Fingers slide inside The Amazon without warning. She gasps, hips jerking, but Vendetta’s hand works deep and steady. Soon she spins, drops her cunt onto The Amazon’s open mouth and grinds. The blonde’s tongue is forced to serve, licking, probing, obeying. Vendetta leans forward, spreads The Amazon’s legs wide and pushes two fingers into her ass. The Amazon’s cries are muffled against slick flesh. Vendetta rocks harder, coming once, twice, never easing the pressure. When the round ends the bigger woman lies limp, mouth shiny, thighs trembling. Vendetta stands over her, smiling like she owns the place.