Strip down and friendly trash talk

Amber ripped her tshirt to shreds with one hand, and her shorts in half with both. Wearing just a tiny black thong she strutted across the ring like she was on stage at the Ms Olympia. She'd rubbed herself down with coconut oil before the match, and she glistened under the lights. She flexed her biceps and licked them. Sinking to her knees, she ground her hips like a stripper as she pulled her thong off, shamelessly making out with her muscles. All the while watching Tara.

Tara wasn't going to be outdone. She couldn't really compete with Amber in a muscle pose-off, but she had her own style. First she pulled her shirt up and shook her hips, flexing her league best abs. She bent over, turned away, and slowly shimmied out of her shorts, reaching up to spread her pussy lips. She then leaned backwards doing a bridge, flipped over to land on her knees, and did her own stripper-esque routine, leaning back and flexing her biceps, chest abs and inner thighs all at once.

"You... have no idea... how much you've been asking for it..." Amber's voice was so thick with lust she could barely talk. To her, there wasn't much more fun than overpowering someone only slightly less strong than she was, especially over the course of an hour with sex toys involved...

"And you know exactly how much you've been asking for it... and because it's what friends do, I'm going to give you even more than you wanted." Tara was only slightly in better control... she was known for being a submission fighter not a sex fighter, but she knew she could do both.

"Give it to me, then..." Amber whispered.

Amber lunged forward and tackled Tara. Tara rolled with it and ended up on top of Amber. Amber wrapped her arms around Tara in a bearhug and muscled her over onto her back. Tara thrust her hips up and down... Amber didn't know what she was doing at first. But the ring had been softened, and Tara thrust Amber up off her and over. She ended up on top.

Tara grabbed Amber by the wrists.

Amber wrapped her legs around Tara's waist, clamping their pussies together.

"We may be friends, but that doesn't mean I won't squeeze the fight out of you before I fuck the daylights out of you." Amber squeezed hard with her legs causing Tara to gasp in slight pain.