Vendetta (3-0) vs Kirra "The Pitt Bull" Lynne (0-1)

Number one Vendetta walks in with seventeen wins and a mean streak. Kirra Lynne, the Pit Bull, stands three inches shorter and a hundred percent outmatched, her second straight loss already written across her face. They hit the mats hard. Vendetta drives Kirra down, pins the smaller girl’s shoulders with a knee in the ribs. No warm-up, no mercy. She peels the bottoms off, shoves two fingers inside Kirra’s cunt and curls them until Kirra’s hips buck. Then she swings a leg, drops her ass onto the rookie’s face, grinding until every breath comes out muffled. Kirra fights back for about three seconds before Vendetta flips her, spreads her cheeks and sinks two spit-slick fingers straight into her ass. Kirra jerks, but Vendetta’s weight keeps her flat. She pumps those fingers deep, slow, deliberate, like she’s marking territory. When Kirra starts to moan, Vendetta adds a third, stretching her open while she stays planted on Kirra’s face. By the time Vendetta yanks her to her knees for the strap-on, the rookie is shaking. The dildo slams into Kirra’s asshole with one brutal thrust. Vendetta fucks her like she’s trying to break her in half—short, vicious strokes, no pauses, no pity. Kirra’s mouth fills with Vendetta’s fingers next, tasting herself, tasting defeat, while the strap keeps pounding her open ass. She comes hard, clenching around plastic, eyes glassy, body spent. Vendetta doesn’t pull out right away. She leans down, voice low, and tells Kirra she’s not done yet.