Trish finishes it

Trish rolled on top of Kim and wrapped her legs around hers in a grapevine. She gripped Kim's wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head, and began **** Kim with the other hand.

"Who's the queen now you little whore?" Trish snarled. She ground down hard with her ass, Kim unable to fight back because Trish had her legs **** so far apart she couldn't move her hips.

Kim screamed as she orgasmed, and then collapsed panting.

Trish wasn't done though. With Kim at her mercy, she continued to grind and hump. Kim's body shook with the **** of each thrust. She moaned as a second orgasm took her, and a third right after that.

"Please stop... I've had enough..." she whispered, barely able to get it out through Trish's **** grip on her throat.

Trish smirked. Still holding her, she lowered her head and **** a rough french kiss on Kim. Then she slapped her across the face and stood up triumphantly. She just then noticed that the door to the shower room was full of girls from the league, staring at her in amazement.

She froze, afraid that they would attack, but they just stepped out of her way. She heard the quiet whispered comments, though.

"That's the first time I've ever seen that happen..."

"Did she really win without cheating?"

"Is that really Trish or is it that porn star lookalike she has?"

"I can't believe one of our girls lost to a Diva..."