Juliette March Get Rough with a Young Hot Rookie, Sex WRestling style

Kara smells blood. Her girls just knocked out Paris Lincoln early, and she knows exactly how to twist the knife. She taps Juliette March for the next round, and then she reaches across the ring and drags Mona Wales out of Cheyenne's corner. Mona looks rattled, out of her weight class, and Juliette's already smiling that mean little smile she gets when she sees fresh meat. Round three starts fast and ugly. Juliette grabs Mona by the hair and yanks her down to the mat like she's done it a hundred times. Mona tries to scramble but Juliette's already between her legs, twisting, grinding, owning the space. Mona is lean, blonde, and fighting out of her depth. Juliette's body is tight and black-haired, tits pressed hard against Mona's ribs every time she shifts weight. Mona makes the mistake of reaching back for leverage and Juliette spins behind her, one arm snaking around Mona's throat while the other hand grabs a fistful of ass. Mona's breathing gets ragged. Juliette doesn't give her room to think. She pushes Mona's shoulders down, spreads her wider, and works her fingers between Mona's cheeks, slick and deliberate. Mona bucks once, hard, but Juliette rides it out, hips locked to Mona's lower back. The finger slides deeper. Mona gasps, body jerking, but there's no escape. Juliette keeps the pressure steady, fucking her with that same cold patience she uses on bigger girls. The crowd feels the shift. This isn't sport anymore. This is Juliette turning Mona into an example. Every thrust of her hips drives Mona flatter against the mat. Every twist of her wrist makes Mona's back arch and her mouth fall open. Mona tries to tap, but Juliette pins the arm and keeps going until the ref has to step in. Even then she doesn't let go right away. She wants Mona to remember exactly who broke her.