Anne steps onto the mats, her confident demeanor radiating. However, Mark has a trick up his sleeve. He feigns exhaustion, glistening with sweat and appearing winded. Sensing an opportunity, Anne moves in closer, thinking she has the upper hand.
But just as Anne moves in, Mark swiftly tags in his girlfriend, Tessa, who springs into action with renewed energy. The element of surprise works in their favor as Tessa joins Mark, and together they launch a devastating double team attack on Anne.
With impeccable timing, Mark and Tessa execute a powerful double clothesline, their arms connecting with Anne's upper body simultaneously. The impact sends Anne crashing to the mat, momentarily stunned by the unexpected assault.
Not wasting a second, Mark and Tessa swiftly grab hold of Anne, their determination evident in their eyes. With synchronized precision, they hook their arms under Anne's, lifting her up for a double suplex. Anne's thong, already fragile from the intense battle, struggles to contain the force exerted upon it.
As they execute the suplex, Anne's body arches in mid-air before crashing down onto the canvas with a resounding thud. The impact reverberates through the mat, leaving Anne momentarily stunned and vulnerable.
Her big sweaty tits, thighs and ass seem to keep jiggling for ages.
As Tessa continued her assault on Anne's chest, delivering powerful leg drops, the impact echoed throughout the wrestling room. With each leg drop, Anne's massive chest compressed under the force, causing her to groan in pain. The room filled with the sounds of grunts, thuds.
Mark, watching from the corner, couldn't contain his enthusiasm. "That's it, Tessa! Keep it up! Show her what you've got!" he shouted, his voice filled with encouragement.
Dora, on the other side of the ring, cheered for her partner, Anne. "Come on, Anne! Fight back! Don't let her dominate you like that!" she urged, her voice filled with determination.
Tessa, fueled by the cheers and the adrenaline coursing through her veins, intensified her assault. Each leg drop targeted Anne's chest with precision, causing her opponent to wince in pain. The thuds of Tessa's legs meeting Anne's body reverberated in the room, creating a rhythmic pattern.
Amidst the chaos, Tessa could hear Mark's voice cutting through the noise. "You've got this, Tessa! Keep going! Show her who's in control!" he called out, his words spurring her on.
Dora, feeling a mix of frustration and determination, shouted words of encouragement to Anne. "Fight back, Anne! Don't let her dominate you! Show her your strength!"
As Tessa continued her assault, Anne's chest began to show signs of the punishment, reddened and marked from the repeated leg drops. The combination of the noises—Tessa's leg drops, the crowd's cheers, Mark and Dora's voices—filled the air, creating an intense and dramatic atmosphere within the wrestling room.
Tessa pushed herself to deliver one final devastating leg drop, aiming to secure the fall for her team. With a powerful leap, she came crashing down, her leg connecting with Anne's chest once again. The impact was resounding, and Anne let out a cry of pain.
As Tessa hauls Anne back to her feet, a wicked grin spreads across her face. She taunts Anne, mocking her with her ring name, "Boobhammer," knowing it strikes a nerve. With a swift motion, Tessa delivers a series of smacking chest chops, the impact echoing through the wrestling room.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Each chop lands with precision, causing Anne's chest to jiggle and bounce. Her breasts, exposed and vulnerable, become an enticing target for Tessa's relentless assault. Anne winces in pain, feeling the sting of each chop reverberate through her body.
But Tessa isn't done yet. With Anne weakened and off balance, she swiftly transitions into a headlock, her strong arm wrapped tightly around Anne's neck. Anne's chest, now dangling in front of Tessa, becomes an irresistible sight. Tessa can't help but revel in the moment, her confidence soaring as she exerts control over her opponent.
As Anne remains trapped in Tessa's headlock, Tessa starts to deliver powerful knee strikes to Anne's chest, each impact accompanied by a resounding thud. Mark counts along with each kick, his voice echoing through the room.
"One... Two... Three!"
Mark cheers as Tessa's knee connects with precision, causing Anne's chest to compress with each strike. The impact reverberates through the room, eliciting a mix of grunts and groans from Anne.
Amidst the intense physical exchange, Tessa suddenly releases the headlock and forcefully shoves Anne towards the padded wall. Anne's body collides with the surface, causing a loud thud and a slight vibration that resonates throughout the room.
Thud!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW MY TITS!” Anne is cradling her rapidly bruising DDs, being flattened during the last minutes over and over.
nne, fueled by determination, quickly sidesteps Tessa's attempted tackle, causing Tessa to miss her target. With a firm grip on Tessa's hair, Anne swiftly flings her across the room, sending her crashing into the padded wall. The impact reverberates through the room, accompanied by a loud thud and Tessa's groans of discomfort.
With Tessa momentarily stunned, Anne seizes the opportunity to assert her dominance. She approaches Tessa, taunting her with a sly grin on her face. "Is that all you've got, Tessa?" she jeers, reveling in her momentary advantage.
As Tessa slowly rises to her feet, Anne continues her assault, using her strength and agility to make Tessa connect with the padded wall repeatedly. Each collision is accompanied by a resounding thud and Tessa's pained cries. The forceful impact causes their bodies to jolt, their breasts bouncing and swaying with the motion.
The room fills with a symphony of noises—the sound of flesh meeting padding, Tessa's yelps of pain, and Anne's triumphant laughter. The air is thick with tension and the energy of the battle.
Anne's dominant display and relentless taunting further fuel her confidence. "Come on, Tessa! Is that the best you can do?" she mocks, enjoying her upper hand in the match. Her body moves with purpose and agility as she keeps Tessa pinned against the wall, delivering each blow with precision.
Meanwhile, Tessa's body reacts to the impact, her chest heaving with each collision and her limbs struggling to regain control. The repeated crashes into the padding leave her disoriented and weakened, as Anne continues to assert her dominance.
As Tessa's back is pressed against the padding, Anne takes a step back and positions herself, preparing to unleash her powerful weapon. With a fierce determination, Anne swings her hips and delivers a series of punishing rear-end collisions into Tessa's vulnerable belly. Each impact sends shockwaves through Tessa's body, causing her to gasp for air and wince in pain.
The sound of the collisions echoes through the room, a mix of flesh meeting flesh and the muffled thuds against the padding. The force of Anne's powerful behind leaves no doubt about its devastating impact. Tessa's body jolts with each collision, her breath escaping her lungs in pained grunts.
Her big oiled tits are jiggling and slapping into each other, ass Annes impressive ass slams the air out of Tessa over and over. The uncovered buttocks acting as wrecking balls, do their best to wear Tessa down.
As Anne continues her assault, she taunts Tessa, her voice dripping with confidence. "You thought you could take me down? Well, it looks like you're the one who's going down now!" Her words further fuel Anne's determination as she unleashes another powerful thrust of her hips, driving her behind even harder into Tessa's vulnerable belly.
As Anne finally relents, she steps back, allowing Tessa to slump to the ground, clutching her aching belly. Anne stands tall, her chest heaving with exertion and a triumphant smile on her face. She has asserted her dominance, making it clear who holds the upper hand in this intense battle.
Meanwhile, Dora and Mark watch on, their expressions a mix of concern and determination.
Anne smirked triumphantly as she pulled Tessa up to her feet, positioning her chest right in line with Tessa's head. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Anne decided to unleash a devastating move of her own invention. She called it the "Hammerlock Headbuster."
Wrapping her strong arms around Tessa's head, Anne secured a tight hammerlock while ensuring that Tessa's face was wedged tightly between her ample breasts. Tessa squirmed and struggled, her muffled protests lost amidst the softness of Anne's chest. Dora erupted in excitement as Anne prepared to execute her unique maneuver. She was fingering herself through the opening of her chaps and also Mark had his cock out, getting more comfort by freeing it. Yet he did not dare to stroke it besides the hot action.
With a sudden burst of power, Anne lifted Tessa off her feet, holding her suspended in mid-air. Tessa's body was completely at Anne's mercy, Mark and DoraA resounding thud echoed through the arena as Tessa's body made contact with the canvas, her head and chest taking the brunt of the impact. The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps as Tessa lay dazed and motionless, her body temporarily incapacitated by the devastating Hammerlock Headbuster.
Anne stood over her fallen opponent, her chest heaving with exertion and a victorious smile on her face.
held their breath in anticipation of what was to come next. Anne's muscles flexed as she twisted her body, using the momentum to slam Tessa's head and upper body forcefully onto the mat.
A resounding thud echoed through the arena as Tessa's body made contact with the canvas, her head and chest taking the brunt of the impact. The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps as Tessa lay dazed and motionless, her body temporarily incapacitated by the devastating Hammerlock Headbuster.
Anne stood over her fallen opponent, her chest heaving with exertion and a victorious smile on her face.
After a grueling battle, Mark decided to throw in the towel for the third fall, concerned about Tessa's well-being. He rushed to her side, helping her up from the mats with care. Tessa was visibly exhausted, her body bruised and battered from the intense fight. Mark supported her, guiding her towards a corner where they could take a much-needed break.
As they settled into the corner, Mark gently wiped the sweat from Tessa's forehead, his voice filled with concern. "Are you okay, babe? That was intense. Take your time, catch your breath," he reassured her.
Tessa nodded, her chest rising and falling heavily as she tried to regain her composure. "I'm... I'm okay," she managed to say, her voice strained. She winced slightly as Mark touched a particularly tender spot on her side, where a deep bruise was forming.
Mark's eyes filled with worry as he noticed the extent of the bruising. "We need to take care of these bruises, babe," he said softly. He retrieved an ice pack from their corner bag and gently pressed it against the most prominent bruise on her chest, hoping to alleviate some of the pain and swelling.
Meanwhile, Dora, who had been observing the scene from a distance, approached Anne. "You fought well out there," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "But it looks like you took quite a beating on your chest."
Anne winced as Dora's hand grazed over one of the bruised areas. "Yeah, it's been a tough match," she replied, her voice strained. "But I'll be okay."
Dora took out a bottle of soothing oil from her bag and carefully applied it to Anne's bruised chest, her touch gentle and comforting. "You're a warrior, Anne. These bruises are proof of your strength," she said, her voice filled with reassurance.
As the fighters tended to their injuries during the break, they knew that the match was far from over. The battle was fierce, and both teams were determined to come out on top. With renewed determination, they prepared themselves mentally and physically for the next round, ready to continue the intense fight.
Dora couldn't help but revel in her dominant position as she strutted confidently towards Mark. She ran her hands seductively over her curves, accentuating her well-defined muscles, and smirked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"You see, Mark," Dora purred, her voice laced with confidence, "we're just one fall away from securing the final victory. Your precious Tessa won't stand a chance against our power and skill."
She continued to taunt him, knowing that her words were getting under his skin. "Oh, Mark, don't be discouraged. You gave it your best, but it's clear that our team is superior. We've outsmarted you at every turn, and now it's time to seal the deal." She moved closer to Mark, invading his personal space, her voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. "You know, Mark, I can feel the fear emanating from you. It's intoxicating. You're trembling because deep down, you know there's no escape from the inevitable. Our dominance will crush you and your partner, leaving you broken and defeated."
Mark smirked, flexing his muscles as he confidently stated, "You're going down, Dora. I'm going to make you regret stepping foot in this ring."
Dora matched his taunt with a confident grin of her own. "Oh, Mark, you have no idea what you're in for. I'm going to make you beg for mercy."
With that, the bell rang, signaling the start of the next fall. The two competitors lunged at each other, their bodies colliding with force as they grappled for control. Each move they made was a calculated attempt to outmaneuver and overpower their opponent.
As they are locked up tightly, their bodies pressed against each other, beads of sweat glisten on their skin, and their breaths come out heavy and labored. Their muscles strain against each other in a test of strength and endurance. Suddenly, Dora seizes the opportunity and delivers a swift knee strike, aiming for Mark's midsection. The impact reverberates through the air, accompanied by a sharp exhale of breath from Mark. However, being a skilled fighter, he manages to absorb the blow and retaliates with a counter move of his own.
As the intense battle continued, Dora unleashed a series of powerful strikes, driving Mark back. Each blow landed with precision, causing him to stagger and lose his footing.
Taking advantage of her momentary advantage, Dora swiftly moved in, positioning herself behind Mark. With lightning speed, she secured her powerful legs around his head, locking him in a tight headscissor hold. Mark struggled, his face turning red as the pressure from Dora's muscular thighs intensified.
Dora's arms wrapped tightly around Mark's midsection, further restricting his movement. With a display of her incredible strength, she lifted him off the ground, suspending him in mid-air. Mark squirmed and fought back, desperately trying to escape her grasp, but Dora's hold remained unyielding.
Dora showcased her dominance, displaying both her physical prowess and technical skill. Beads of sweat dripped down their bodies, mingling with the exertion of the intense battle. The air was thick with the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional grunt of effort.
Dora maintained her hold, applying relentless pressure on Mark's head and midsection. The strain on his body was evident as his movements grew weaker.
Suddenly Dora skillfully drops Mark to the mats, asserting her dominance in the match. With precision and agility, she positions herself on top of him, spreading his limbs apart and securing a spread eagle pin. Tessa winced as she witnesses her boyfriend impact and Dora mount him, her fat naked tits folding around his face.
As Dora exerts her strength to maintain the pin, the sounds of grunts and heavy breathing fill the air. The wrestlers are visibly exhausted, their bodies glistening with sweat from the intense physical exertion. Tessa and Anne, watching from the sidelines, exchange a worried glance.
Tessa: "Come on, Mark! Don't let her keep you down!"
Meanwhile, Dora maintains her position with a combination of technique and raw power. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, adding to the intensity of the moment.
She gets momentum and…SMACK! Hammers her big globe hard into the side of his head.
SMACK!
SMATTTTTTTTTTT!
WHOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! Kilos of sweaty titmeat impact to his head, winding him badly.
Dora straddles Mark, her body towering over him as she asserts her dominance. Sweat glistens on her skin, accentuating her powerful physique.
"Come on, Mark," Dora taunts, her voice filled with confidence. "You're trapped beneath me. Admit defeat and I'll go easy on you."
Dora leans closer to Mark, her breath grazing his ear as she whispers teasingly, "You can't escape, Mark. Give in to me, surrender, and I promise to make this as pleasurable for you as possible."
As Mark stubbornly refuses to give up, Dora's determination intensifies. She's determined to break his spirit and prove her dominance once and for all. With a wicked grin, she decides to unleash a move that will leave Mark breathless and humbled.
Releasing her hold on his spread-eagle position, Dora quickly transitions, positioning herself on her knees beside Mark. She reaches out, gripping his wrists tightly to keep him pinned to the mat. The intensity in her eyes is palpable as she leans forward, her body hovering just inches above his.
With a swift motion, Dora plants her knees on either side of Mark's head, facing away from him.
Sensing the momentary vulnerability, Mark struggles to break free, his muscles straining against Dora's grip.
Undeterred by his resistance, Dora takes a deep breath, preparing for her signature move. In a sudden burst of power, she lifts her hips, hovering just above Mark's face. The crowd holds its collective breath as Dora slowly lowers herself, guiding her luscious, sweaty ass and pussy toward Mark's mouth.
With precision and control, Dora applies just enough pressure to keep Mark immobilized while teasing him with her tempting curves. The sound of their heavy breathing fills the air as Mark's determination wavers under the weight of Dora's dominant position.
"Give up, Mark," Dora purrs, her voice dripping with seduction. "I have you right where I want you. Submit to me, and the pleasure will be unimaginable."
Tessa storms onto the mats, her eyes fixed on Dora and Mark. However, before she can reach them, Anne, with her quick reflexes, intercepts Tessa with a powerful move. In one swift motion, Anne sidesteps Tessa's incoming attack and catches her by the arm, spinning her around.
With a burst of strength, Anne lifts Tessa off her feet and slams her down onto the mats with a thunderous impact. The sound reverberates through the arena, echoing the domination Anne holds over her opponent. Tessa's body crashes onto the canvas, causing her to gasp in pain.
Dora continued to assert her dominance over Mark, shifting her weight to maintain her advantageous position. She rained down a series of devastating strikes, aiming to weaken and demoralize her opponent. Mark struggled beneath her, his strength waning as he fought to escape her tight grip. Each time he received a blow, he grunted between Doras wet pussy lips giving her a shiver of lust. Even the strikes to his semi hard cock and balls, were giving her extra intensive stimulation causing her to moan.
Anne, fueled by her own determination, focused her attention on wearing down Tessa. She expertly targeted Tessa's vulnerable areas, inflicting precise strikes to her chest and abdomen. The force of each blow reverberated through Tessa's body, testing her resilience and resolve.
Sweat poured down their faces, their bodies glistening with exertion as they pushed themselves to their physical limits.
As Anne seized the opportunity to take control of the match, she swiftly grabbed hold of Tessa and pulled her back up to her feet. With a determined glint in her eyes, Anne shifted her focus to targeting Tessa's chest, aiming to exploit any vulnerabilities and weaken her further.
With a firm grip on Tessa's shoulders, Anne unleashed a series of calculated strikes. Her fists, like lightning, found their mark on Tessa's chest, delivering powerful blows that reverberated through the arena. Each impact echoed with a mix of pain and determination, as Anne relentlessly pursued her advantage.
Tessa grimaced and winced with each punishing blow, her chest absorbing the brunt of Anne's attack. The forceful strikes compressed Tessa's breasts, causing her to gasp for air and momentarily lose her composure. Despite the pain, Tessa summoned her resilience, refusing to give in to the relentless assault.
The sound of each strike echoed through the dungeon, creating a rhythmic pattern of impact causing Tessas natural G-cups to compress and bounce wildly. The sweaty titmeat got crushed by the Boobhammer, reddened and swelled visibly.
Anne continued her assault, alternating between precise punches and forceful palm strikes to Tessa's chest. She aimed to wear down her opponent, testing her endurance and resolve. Tessa fought back, attempting to block and evade the strikes, but Anne's relentless assault made it increasingly challenging to mount a defense.
Dora, being an amazon build woman with an imposing physique, reached down and effortlessly hoisted Mark, over her shoulder. Mark found himself in a daze, unable to comprehend the strength and dominance displayed by Dora. His body felt completely helpless, his spine bending unnaturally under her commanding grip.
As Dora paraded around with Mark over her shoulder, her steps resounded with authority, creating a distinct rhythm that filled the room. Mark's mind raced, a mix of awe and confusion clouding his thoughts. He struggled to find his voice as he realized just how powerless he was in Dora's grasp.
Anne continued her relentless assault on Tessa's chest, targeting it with a combination of punches and chops. Each strike echoed through the room, accompanied by the sound of impact and Tessa's grunts of pain. Anne was determined to weaken her opponent and gain the upper hand.
With each strike, Tessa's chest reddened, displaying the visible signs of the battle. The impact caused her breasts to jiggle, and she winced with each blow. Yet, she refused to back down, her determination keeping her in the fight.
Tessa gritted her teeth, summoning her inner strength. She pushed through the pain, mustering her energy for a counterattack. With a burst of determination, she launched a swift kick aimed at Anne's midsection, hoping to create some distance between them.
The kick landed successfully, catching Anne off guard and forcing her to take a step back. Tessa seized the opportunity to regroup, taking deep breaths to steady herself. The burning pain in her chest reminded her of the battle's intensity, but she refused to let it deter her.
"You think you can just focus on my chest?" Tessa retorted, her voice filled with defiance. "Well, let's see how you handle the rest of me!"
Dora, feeling confident, releases her grip on Mark and lets him drop to the mat. Meanwhile, Anne and Dora team up to target Tessa once again. With a swift nod of understanding, they circle around Tessa, ready to execute their next move.
Anne lunges forward, aiming a powerful clothesline at Tessa's chest, while Dora positions herself behind Tessa, ready to deliver a crushing blow. As Anne's arm connects with Tessa's chest, the impact reverberates through the arena, eliciting a loud thud.
Tessa stumbles backward, momentarily stunned by the force of Anne's attack. Seizing the opportunity, Dora steps forward and wraps her arms tightly around Tessa's waist, preparing to execute a double-team maneuver.
With a coordinated effort, Dora and Anne lift Tessa off the ground, hoisting her high into the air. Tessa's eyes widen in surprise as she finds herself suspended, caught between the combined strength of Dora and Anne.
In unison, Dora and Anne execute a double suplex, driving Tessa down to the mat with tremendous force.
In a coordinated assault, Dora and Anne closed in on Tessa from opposite sides. Dora moved in swiftly, delivering a series of lightning-fast strikes to Tessa's midsection, targeting her already bruised chest. Each blow landed with precision, causing Tessa to wince in agony.
Meanwhile, Anne, not to be outdone, unleashed a barrage of punishing kicks and stomps to Tessa's legs, further weakening her. With calculated precision, she targeted the sensitive areas around Tessa's chest, aiming to exploit her vulnerabilities.
Their teamwork was undeniable as Dora and Anne seamlessly coordinated their attacks, creating a relentless onslaught that overwhelmed Tessa. The air was filled with grunts, cries of pain, and the thud of impacts as the double team assault continued.
Tessa struggled to defend herself, her chest battered and aching, but the combined strength and strategy of Dora and Anne proved to be too much for her to handle alone. The dominatrixes worked in perfect harmony, exploiting every opportunity to inflict maximum damage on their opponent.
As the intense match reaches its climax, Anne and Dora coordinate their efforts for a final double team maneuver.
Anne takes hold of Tessa's left leg while Dora seizes the right, their fingers tightly gripping her ankles.
With a synchronized motion, Anne and Dora exert their strength, flipping Tessa over onto her belly. The mats beneath her provide some cushioning, but the impact sends a jolt of pain through Tessa's body. She grunts, feeling the strain in her muscles.
Anne and Dora maintain their firm hold on Tessa's legs, preventing her from gaining any leverage or escape. As they drag her across the mats, Tessa's tits brush against the surface, causing her to wince from the friction and pressure.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKK!”
Her majestic, but bruised 34Gs deform under her weight and the drag causes her tit meat to get torn into different direction. Her hard nipples are getting dragged over the rubber, luckily only the massive sweating eases the pain a bit.
The physical exertion and previous attacks have taken their toll on her, leaving her breathless and battered.
Tessa's bruised body bears the marks of a fierce battle. Her chest, previously targeted by Anne's and Dora's relentless attacks, shows signs of bruising, with discolored patches and tender areas. The pain radiates through her torso, a constant reminder of the punishment she has endured.
“Had enough cutie?”
But Tessa shook her head!
“Damn she has the heart of a lion! Look at her pathetic boyfriend. Down and wincing in pain still! Worthless heap of human cells!”
Anne smirked and nodded to Doras words. “Take a look at your brave girlfriend! She can take so much more than you. Unfortunately that doesn`t save her….”
Dora and Anne, standing tall and victorious, pick up Tessa and Mark, each holding their respective opponent firmly. The sweat-soaked bodies glisten under the bright lights of the arena as they demand a submission. Tessa's bruised and battered form trembles in their grasp, while Mark's exhaustion is evident in his haggard breaths.
Dora, her dominant presence radiating, stares into Tessa's eyes, her grip unyielding. "Submit, Tessa. Accept your defeat and acknowledge our supremacy," she asserts, her voice dripping with confidence.
Anne, her grip firm on Mark's arm, adds, "Mark, it's over. You can't escape our combined might. Surrender and admit that we are the dominant force in this ring."
Tessa grits her teeth, her body aching from the relentless onslaught. Determination flickers in her eyes as she defiantly responds, "I won't give in so easily. You may have worn me down, but I still have fight left in me."
Mark, his voice strained but resolute, echoes Tessa's sentiment. "I won't submit to you. I'll keep fighting until the very end."
“So then….” Dora winks at Anne who understand. The turn their opponents so they face them, slinging their arms around their heads. The inevitable follows, as they pull their faces between their sweaty cleavages. Mark disappears between Dora G-Cup mountains and Tessa’s face is buried between Annes DD rack.
MMMMMPPPPPFFFFF…..but struggling for air, their arms flailing helplessly. Dora’s and Annes arms are flexed, their bare buttocks quivering with the effort.
Frantically they try to breathe, but it is futile. Buried between sweaty slick mountains of tit meat, they have no chance. Dora and Anne keep them on unsteady legs and it takes them only a minute until both collaps.
SMACKKKKKKKKKKK!
WAHHHHHHMPPPPPPPPPPP! Their bodies are being dropped, lying lifelessly side by side.
In the dimly lit fighting pit, Dora and Anne stood triumphantly over their defeated opponents, Mark and Tessa. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and the echoes of intense struggle still reverberated through the room. Both Dora and Anne, their bodies glistening with exertion, wore looks of dominance on their faces.
Mark and Tessa, bruised and exhausted, lay side by side on the mats, their fighting gear scattered around them. Sensing their vulnerability, Dora and Anne approached, savoring the control they held over their conquered foes. With a wicked smile, Anne bent down to retrieve Tessa's black wetlook hotpants, holding them up teasingly.
"Looks like you won't be needing these anymore," Anne taunted, her voice laced with a mix of authority and amusement. Tessa, unable to muster a response, could only watch as her clothing was claimed by her triumphant opponent.
Meanwhile, Dora circled around Mark, her eyes fixated on his battered body. She noticed his tattered shorts, remnants of their intense battle, barely clinging to him. With a predatory glint in her eyes, Dora reached down and firmly grasped the fabric, yanking it off with a swift motion.
"Now you're truly at our mercy," Dora whispered, her voice carrying a potent mixture of dominance and satisfaction. Mark, stripped of his protective gear, felt vulnerable and exposed, completely under the control of his powerful adversary.
Dora got down over Mark and positioned her already wet sex over his face. Her thighs engulfed his head, her pussy pressed firmly onto his face. It took only seconds for Marks to understand he had to put his tongue into use. His tongue darted between her wet labia and found her clit, causing the buxom dominatrix to moan with lust.
Meanwhile Anne was facesitting Tessa, rubbing her cxnt over her face after ripping her thong to pieces. Annes massive buttocks glistening with sweat and jiggles and she rode Tessa face, allowing her every ten seconds to breath. Tessa face was buried in Anne sex. She didn`t wait for Tessas tongue, no, she used her complete face as a source of joy.
“AAAAAAAAAAA GAAAAAAAAAWDDDDDDDDD!” The two moaned in unison, massaging their tits as they got their pussys worshipped.
Only minutes later, massive orgasms rolled over them.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!” Dora screamed out, squirting onto Marks face.
“YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS GAWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!” Anne humped Tessa’s face, nearly breaking her cute nose that was entering Annes slit. While cumming she latched her fingers onto Tessa’s bruised tits, burying them deep into the tender flesh.
Anne and Dora high-fived, smiling in the afterglow of their peaks. Dora winked at Anne who understood. Both lifted their queen size asses from their opponents faces leaning forward onto their elbows. Their big tits mashed against Marks and Tessa’s bellies, as they started to kiss and caress their sexes with their wet lips and tongue.
Marks member was getting harder instantly, soon entering Dora’s wet mouth.
Anne meanwhile was running her tongue through Tessa’s sweet honey pot.
Both wrecked opponents at least had lust in them. They grabbed the buttocks still hovering close to they face as they got rewarded for a long and grueling session….
