Rochel does some damage, then gets overconfident

Rochel bounced up and down on Yasmin's face. Every time she went up, Yasmin had to gasp for air. Rochel slammed her booty down and wiggled it around. She leaned forward to grind her pussy on Yasmin's face, then leaned back, putting as much pressure on the face sit as she could. She shook her ass again, and Yasmin whimpered very faintly under it.

"Don't know why you thought this was a good idea, sugar. Don't you know what we do to fresh meat around here?"

Clasping her fists together, Rochel hit Yasmin in the stomach with a few sledgehammer like blows. The first one just bounced off her hard abs. The second one shook her, though, and the third sank all the way in. Yasmin's breath left her in a woosh, and she didn't have any to spare.

"You wanna give up now, bitch? Don't be stubborn. If you beg for mercy later there probably won't be any." She lifted her ass enough for Yasmin to answer.

"Fuck off!"

"Ahaha! I was hopin' you'd say that!" Rochel hammered Yasmin in the belly again. "Alright, try this one on!"

Rochel leaned forward, aiming this blow at Yasmin's pussy... and Yasmin leaned back to wrap her legs around Rochel's body. She locked her ankles and squeezed. Caught, Rochel was slowly pulled off Yasmin's body and to the mat. She was now still lying on top of Yasmin, but off the face sit and caught in a bodyscissor.

Yasmin then grabbed two handfuls of ass and sunk her fingernails in, pulling them apart. Rochel wailed and kicked her legs, but Yasmin clearly had some kind of fighting experience of other. She expertly avoided a counter scissor while keeping Rochel in a position she couldn't hit hard enough to hurt.

"Since you can't lose this match if you're not under my ass, I guess it doesn't matter how many ribs I break, does it?" Yasmin squeezed her toned thighs together. They weren't really around Rochel's ribcage but her stomach below it.