Petite Rookie Sarah Brooke vs Muscle Babe Cheyenne Jewel

Sarah Brooke walks in at 5'3 and 110 lbs, every inch a toned, cocky blonde. She doesn't flinch when she sees Cheyenne Jewel—bigger by twenty pounds of solid muscle. Sarah is calm, almost amused. She moves first, circles behind, and locks on like a needy animal in heat, clinging to Cheyenne's back. Cheyenne grunts, twists, tries to peel her off, but Sarah stays glued, grinding her hips and stalling the bigger woman. The match twists hard. They trade scissors, roll through reversals, and grind in half guard until the air is wet. Sarah gets mounted, held down, fingers shoved deep while she thrashes, face flushed, biting back moans. Cheyenne wins. She drags Sarah by the hair, pushes her cock down the rookie’s throat until her eyes water. Then she pins her flat, fucks her harder, talks filthy, calls her a pretty little jobber. Between strokes she slaps her hand over Sarah’s mouth, controls every gasp, barely lets her breathe. Later she yanks off Sarah’s bands, ties her wrists, slams her back against the wall, and fucks her standing. When Sarah’s knees buckle, Cheyenne drops her to the floor, sits on her face, rides it until the loser’s mouth is slick and used.