Yes, she can

Yasmin suddenly screamed with laughter and stood up. Rochelle wasn't expecting her to move that fast and fell off of her. In one motion Yasmin grabbed the vibrator out of her pussy and smashed it over Rochelle's head.

"You fat sloppy cunt, do you actually think YOUR hands could hurt THIS ass?" She grabbed Rochelle's hair to hold her head in place and then sat down on her face. She bounced, slamming her hard muscular ass in Rochelle's face as Rochelle whimpered.

"Everything about my body is better than everything about yours. I can out lift you, out wrestle you, out dance you, out fuck you, out cum you! I AM A GODDESS AND YOU ARE A GRAVEN IDOL!"

Yasmin ripped off Rochelle's pants and put Rochelle in a reverse headscissor. Rochelle would have screamed in pain, but Yasmin's legs were squeezing her so tight she couldn't get her jaw open! She scratched at the legs, but all she could feel were Yasmin's rock hard glutes and exquisitely curved hamstrings, swelling with power and crushing her into helplessness.

She felt Yasmin ripping at her pants and exposing her pussy, and she prepared herself for the agony of a set of sharp nails ripping at her. But what Yasmin did was even worse, in a way. She rubbed Rochelle's pussy until her clit started to stir. Then she pushed with her fingers to make it stick out, and sucked the whole thing into her mouth, inhaling so hard it felt like a suction pump.

Rochelle was caught in between agony at Yasmin's steely-strong legs and ecstasy at her talented fingers, and against any other opponent she might have submitted. But in Yasmin's case she was determined not to give her most hated enemy the satisfaction.