Susan has more left in her

Mama sat down on Susan’s stomach like a couch, waving to the fans as the pin was counted.

1… 2…

The count stopped as Susan lashed out a long leg, her toe just reaching the ropes and resting on it. Mama acceptingly got off her. “Good girl. I like to see that fight in you.”

“Then you should love this…” The black girl flipped over Mama’s head, grabbing her knees and dropping her to the mat. Susan’s legs locked around her neck, forcing a neck scissors on Mama.

“Unh! There’s a tough girl! Make sure you press the adOHH!” Knowing she couldn’t spare a second with the champ, she performed her finishing move. She leaned straight far backward, arching her body incredibly so she could perform oral on the trapped Mrs Luv. Mama sighed heartily, her tits jiggling even under her own chest. “Ohh, yes! Little lady, you are getting good…” Mama chuckled.