The Pirate (10-1) J.J. (0-0)

The Pirate keeps her record breathing. She barely sweats and the scoreboard lights up every time she drives forward. Justine Joli is not built for this fight. Fingers slide inside her and she moans, hips chasing the hand instead of the point. Her need turns loud, obvious, easy to exploit. The more she gets worked, the less she scores, and she knows it. She still pushes back, breath ragged, thighs shaking, face buried when the winner plants down and takes her mouth. Nina rides that hunger until Justine is gasping under her. The brunette stays on top, rocking hard, taking the pleasure she just stole. Every roll of her hips writes another point on the board while Justine writhes and takes it. The record holds. The loser comes anyway.