ROUND 5 march madness submission in the mission. Ella Nova vs Elizabeth Thorn

Two rounds left in the grudge match. Queens hold the lead. Ella Nova steps in green. No prior time on the mat, but she reads the angle fast. Elizabeth Thorn carries more mat time, yet Ella still jams the script. Ella’s blonde hair swings as she locks hips and tries to shove the bigger woman off balance. Elizabeth’s black hair clings to her neck, sweat already beading along her full tits. They hit the floor hard. Elizabeth rolls on top, tits pressed flat to Ella’s face, but Ella bucks, knees driving into the mat, and slips a thigh under Elizabeth’s guard. A scramble—blonde limbs flailing, black hair whipping—and Ella ends up mounted, ass hovering right above Elizabeth’s mouth. She drops, smothering her. Elizabeth’s tongue shoots out, tasting sweat and skin, and Ella grinds, breath catching. Elizabeth bridges, muscles snapping, and flips them. Now she’s behind, one arm snaking around Ella’s waist. Her fingers slide down between Ella’s cheeks. No warm-up. She works a knuckle past the tight ring, then another, stretching Ella open while the blonde bites back a curse. Ella’s tits bounce with every thrust of Elizabeth’s hand, nipples stiff from the shock and the friction. They roll again, tangled. Elizabeth’s thicker body pins Ella on all fours. She lines up, presses the head of a strap-on against that same slick hole, and pushes. The stretch forces a long, raw sound out of Ella. Elizabeth sinks in, hips slapping, tits swinging, black hair brushing Ella’s back. She reaches around, grabs a handful of blonde, yanks, and drives deeper. Ella’s knees skid on the mat, but she pushes back, taking every inch, breath ragged. The round ends with Elizabeth still buried, both women glistening, chests heaving, neither ready to call it finished.