Lea Hart so Heart while trying to take down Titan, Sasha Banks

Lea Hart looks sleek, black hair plastered to her neck, pinned to the mat. Tenacity keeps her fighting, but Sasha Banks has the angle now. Thick fingers work their way between Lea's clenched thighs and drive straight in, curling hard, knuckles disappearing. Lea's hips jerk, her mouth drops open, and a slick, helpless moan slips out. She tries to twist away, but the hand works deeper, and her body betrays her—orgasm snapping through her spine in seconds flat. Sasha Banks doesn't smile. She hates losing more than breathing, and today she intends to take the win twice. When Lea's thighs shake and her cunt pulses around her fingers, Sasha’s eyes stay flat and cold. The instant the Asian girl is still, Sasha rolls her onto her belly, peels her shorts down to mid-thigh, and spreads her ass open without ceremony. Lube-slick and relentless, she drives her strap-on between those cheeks, sinking straight into Lea's ass, one hard thrust after another. Lea gasps, half-strangled, until Sasha’s palm clamps over her mouth, shutting the sound off. The room fills with the slap of flesh and the wet creak of lube. Every time Lea’s body jerks, Sasha pushes deeper, keeping her gagged, stretched, and owned until the only thing that matters is who’s left shaking on the floor.