Rochel

Rochell could feel the quivvering in her thighs and belly that meant she was close to orgasm. In almost any other match she'd have given up and let herself cum... but this time she just hated her opponent too much. But for all her talk, Yasmin was stronger... Rochell could feel herself losing control...

"NO!" Rochel screamed at the top of her lungs. She dropped her head all the way to the mat, dug her nails into the mat and pushed back into Yasmin with the full strength of her body.

"Awwwuh!" Yasmin let out a scream that turned into a sex moan at the end. Overbalanced, she went face first into the mat.

Desperately, Rochel pulled what was left of her energy back and speeded up her thrusts, determined to take advantage while she had a chance... and she was rewarded with a whimper.

"No... oh... oh... ohhh, oh, OH!" Yasmin's pussy squirted like a waterfall, soaking the mat as she finally collapsed, her lower body quivering from the orgasm.

Rochel rolled Yasmin over onto her back and plopped down in a reverse face sit. She came almost instantly, and then she leaned back, covering Yasmin's face with her ass. She could just barely hear Yasmin's screaming, and she grabbed her hands to keep her from trying to scratch.

Yasmin, however, didn't have the energy to fight off the face sit. Within a minute her arms stopped moving. Rochel stood up and stared down at her rival. Yasmin was just barely conscious enough to meet Rochel's gaze.

Rochel tried to come up with some sort of burning remark to seal her victory, but she just couldn't.

"...BITCH!"