Jasmeen LeFleur vs Bella Rossi

Jasmeen LeFleur comes in at number nine. Dark hair. Ink on her skin. Muscles packed tight from private training. Bella Rossi sits at eight and hates the number. She spent her time between matches working femdom sets, making girls beg and cream on command. Now they meet in the Summer Vengeance bracket, winner take all. The first round is a scramble. Bella catches Jasmeen in a leg lock and fingers her hard, knuckles deep. Jasmeen bucks, every muscle firing at once, and breaks free. Sweat flies. They crash back together, thighs slapping, shoulders straining. Jasmeen turns the hold, plants Bella on her back, and grinds her elbow into the brunette’s throat. No points wasted. Every scramble ends with someone’s fingers shoved between spread lips or knuckles pressed against a clenched ass. Bella gets the next ride, pins Jasmeen’s wrists, spreads her cheeks and works two fingers in dry. Jasmeen growls, plants her feet, and flips them both. The crowd hears the slap when Jasmeen’s palm cracks across Bella’s ass. Final period. Jasmeen’s thighs flex, veins showing. She traps Bella’s neck between muscle and forces the tap. Tournament rules stay simple: loser gets fucked in both holes until she can’t talk straight. Jasmeen straps up, spits on the head, and drives straight into Bella’s cunt. No warm-up. She pulls out, pushes Bella’s knees to her ears, and sinks into her ass with the same steady thrust. Bella’s toes curl against the mat, mouth open in a silent scream. When Jasmeen’s done pounding, she peels the strap off and flexes. Bella is made to lick every ridge of sweat from her biceps, then bury her face under Jasmeen’s arm and clean the salt there too. Only when the champion’s satisfied does she shove Bella flat, sit on her mouth, and grind until she comes, thighs shaking, fingers twisted in the loser’s hair.