Nope

Sheana sat up and grabbed Becky's foot, the one that she was using on her pussy, and yanked. Becky's other foot slid away from Sheana's ass as she was pulled towards her. Sitting on Sheana's lap, Becky put her in a bodyscissor. Sheana grunted from the pressure, but didn't react.

"As I was saying, I tried giving Sheana technical training. The truth is that she mostly doesn't need it..." Elena was still on commentary talking to Scott and Debbie. "But watch what she does here."

Sheana stood up and then slammed Becky into the mat back first. Becky lost the bodyscissor and Sheana grabbed her legs, forcing them over her head. She lowered her tongue to Becky's cunt and began licking it with long, slow licks.

Becky knew what was coming, but Sheana's oral skills sapped all the strength out of her body. Sheana kept bending her back until she was able to reach behind Becky's head.

Sheana stood, lifting Becky up with her so that Becky was seated on her shoulders. Although the view was blocked, it was easy to hear from Becky's moans that Sheana hadn't stopped her tongue work.

"This is the move she got her job with." Elena said.

Sheana's lock had Becky held immobile sitting on her shoulders. Becky tried a scissor, but couldn't get enough leverage to squeeze. She tried to pry Sheana's arms loose, but to no avail. Her arms and legs went limp as she screamed her orgasm, but Sheana didn't even slow down. Her body overheated, Becky moaned rhythmically, sometimes shaking as Sheana's tongue brushed over the G-spot.

"How long can she keep this up?" Scott asked.

"Thirty minutes, give or take ten. It's kind of hard to keep track up there... oh, you mean on other people. Um..." Elena said.

In the ring, Becky screamed as she orgasmed again. Sheana, oblivious to everything except pussy, didn't seem to notice.