The Gymnast vs. The Dragon

Wenona steps onto the mat, every muscle cut and glistening. DragonLily has eleven wins. The rookie shoves, twists, rips free of two holds that usually end fights. DragonLily grits her teeth, rides the power, and uses the extra seconds to sink a leg scissor around the girl’s waist. Wenona’s core shakes, but she can’t breathe. When the first real tap comes, DragonLily smiles, stands, and strips her right there on the mat. Round four starts with Wenona on her back, legs spread wide. DragonLily oils her own fingers, works them into that tight ass, then follows with the strap-on. Every thrust slams Wenona’s shoulders to the floor; her feet nearly touch her ears. The veteran doesn’t let up. She drills deep, pulls out, drives in again, riding the gymnast until sweat and lube run down Wenona’s thighs. DragonLily leans in, bites a nipple, and keeps pumping until the rookie shudders and goes limp. Experience, again, beats raw strength.