Amelia's down

Ellen leaned over Sandy’s shoulder, kissing her neck and fingering rapidly. “Come on and give in, little lady. You know you want to.”
“Don’t… think so…” Sandy grunted, throwing a palm strike up into Ellen’s chin that disoriented her enough to let go. Sandy rolled backward, tumbling over the bigger girl’s shoulders and locking her legs around her neck. She swung them down, driving Ellen’s head down into the mat.

April was caught up (aha, forgot about her…) in the bondage gear, most of her body suspended on the sling and bound into it except for one leg and arm. She was struggling with the buckles as the action went on around her, feeling like an idiot.

Amelia bit viciously at Melissa’s fingers, but couldn’t break out before wendy gobbled her pussy up like a 5 course meal. She came hard all over the wicked girl, who licked up the cum while, simply out of practice and pride, Melissa sat on Amelia’s chest and counted out a pin.

Wendy was already eying up the competition, thinking of breaking up Ellen and Sandy’s struggle or simply beating the suspended April like a piñata.

Remains:
Ellen
Melissa
Sandy
April
Wendy