Match: Bonnie vs. Lindsey — The Smother Challenge
The mat was wiped down—barely. Bonnie wanted the last traces of Julie’s humiliation cleared so she could leave her own mark, even deeper. The girls packed in close, knowing this wasn’t going to be fast. Bonnie had promised slow, deliberate control. She was going to ride Lindsey into the ground.
Pre-Fight Trash Talk
As they squared off, Bonnie tugged her shorts tighter and let her hips roll slowly before stopping in front of Lindsey.
"You might’ve sat, Lindsey," she purred, "but these lips don’t sit… they seal."
The girls around the mat let out a low, collective “Oooohh.”
Bonnie ran a finger along the curve of her hip, then tapped it.
"You’ve never had a set of petals like mine on your face. I don’t just ride—I wrap. I melt girls in my folds and leave ‘em too soaked to even speak."
Lindsey, raising a brow, gave a smirk but stepped in close.
"Hope your pearl’s not hiding behind all that thickness, Bonnie. ‘Cause I’m about to grind it raw."
The Fight — Petals, Pressure, and Power
They locked quickly—flesh on flesh, thighs sliding, petals instantly slick. The sound of wet friction was unmistakable as their bodies tangled.
Bonnie let Lindsey push early, letting her get cocky with a few hard thrusts—until she grabbed Lindsey’s hips, rolled her over, and sat heavy.
"You feel that?" Bonnie whispered, rolling her hips so slowly it made the watchers fidget. "That’s thickness, baby. That’s what it means to smother with presence."
Her petals were full and hot, dragging across Lindsey’s swollen clit in slow, grinding waves that made Lindsey gasp.
"You’ve got no room to move. Just meat on pearl now."
The Gushes
Lindsey fought back—slipping a leg up, reversing once, grinding fast—but Bonnie grabbed her hair and pulled her in close chest-to-chest, then whispered:
"Fast doesn’t beat thick. You’re gonna learn that the long way."
Bonnie rolled her hips again—slow, wide, heavy—and Lindsey let out a sharp moan, her body quaking as her first gush sprayed across Bonnie’s thigh.
"One," Bonnie counted softly. "Let’s go for more."
She didn’t stop. She kept the rhythm steady, smooth and slow like water rising.
Final Gush — Lindsey Cracks
Pinned under Bonnie’s full weight, Lindsey quaked again, her petals twitching visibly as her second gush spilled against Bonnie’s grinding hold.
The Face-Sit Finish — Extended Smother
Bonnie let Lindsey breathe just once—then slid forward, her thick, glistening petals dragging up Lindsey’s chest, over her chin, and finally planting firmly across her face.
She rocked slowly, folding herself tight against Lindsey’s mouth, whispering down at her.
"You feel that seal? That’s pressure you won’t forget."
The crowd was dead silent, watching Bonnie grind slowly, deliberately, soaking Lindsey in layers as her final gush spilled directly across Lindsey’s lips.
She didn’t rise right away.
Bonnie reached back and spread herself wider, pressing even deeper.
"You don’t just lose to me… you wear me."
She finally lifted off, one thigh at a time, leaving Lindsey glazed and gasping.
Bonnie turned to the crowd, licking her lip.
"Now who wants to test these lips next?"
