Yes!

3!

The bell rings and the crowd cheers as Rant and Rave moan and cum under the heavy women.

“And your winners by pinfall!” Candy says, “The Phat Girls!”

“I don’t believe it!” Scot says, “The Phat Girls won.”

“Yeah, it’s hard to believe given both tag teams track records, but this match was up the Phat Girls’ alley. They didn’t need flashy moves like Rant and Rave as one can see thanks to the food and tables that what cause the brother and sister to lose the match. They just can’t compete with pure strength like The Phat Girls with distractions all around them.”

Greta tries to pull Rhoda off Rave, but she continues to ride him. Rave looking as if he loves it and grabs her hips and moans while he thrust his hips into her. Both soon moaned as they came at the same time.

Greta and Hector finally pull her off, looking at her partner strangely, who seems to love drunk, and raise her hand in victory as the referee holds her other hand.

“Well, it was an upset by the Phat Girls.” Scot says as Rhoda touches her pussy and licks the cum dripping from it, “Let’s see if the Phat Girls were just lucky or they can go the distance in the future.”

Rhoda leads Greta away, but not before turning and blowing a kiss to Rave, who looks up at the ceiling mind blown as he and his sister lies on the mat, covered in food.