Ellen wins it all

Ellen slammed a mighty elbow down on Diabla’s gut, rattling her entire body. “Tell you what, love. You’re such a pathetic opponent, I’ll beat you without laying one sodding finger on you. Watch closely and see how a pro does it.”

She locked her powerful thighs around El Diabla’s neck, **** her with a lying head scissors as her teeth pulled down Diabla’s bottoms. She rested her arm against Diabla’s pussy, flexing repeatedly to roll her bicep up and down the Spanish girl’s pussy. Diabla moaned and before long, her clit was visible. Ellen wasted no time in caressing her bicep across it, teasing it between her muscles.

Diabla didn’t have a prayer. She tried to scream when the orgasm came, but her thick legs blocked it out. The only visible sign was the spray of cum that shot across the ring, and the visible shaking that may just have been from the air loss. The ref checked her for any signs of consciousness, then counted Ellen the winner.

“As though there was any doubts at all,” she chirped brightly, fixing her top and jiggling around her breasts.