So close yet So far, One team blows their chances and gets fucked hard

They thought they had it locked. Lisa and Penny ran their mouths, threw their weight around, figured Adley would fold like the rest. But the clock ran hot and the tags kept flying—every slam, every roll, every near-fall pushed the whole thing right to the wire. One second too late and everything collapsed. Lisa locked her thighs around a neck until the fight drained out, and the moment mercy was gone the real work started. Tribbing turned into fucking, thighs slick, hips grinding, until the losers came shaking and loud. Cheyenne knelt, wrists pinned behind her back, while her own teammate worked fist-deep into her, knuckles stretching, her body jerking under the pressure. The crowd stayed loud the whole time. Losers bent, spread, and taken hard under the lights, every thrust meant to remind them who won and who didn’t.