Tifa's

Shiva threw a graceful kick upside Tifa’s head, knocking her onto her tits and belly with a grunt. The icy spirit mounted her back, grabbing her in a camel clutch and pulling her back at a sharp angle. “AHHHH!” The brawler screamed out as her back was cracked, Peach kneeling in front of her grinning. “Why, for me?” she mocked. “How generous of you, my slut!” She ran her nails over Tifa’s aching tits, making her scream painfully even before she started twisting her nipples.

Peach grinned at her howls, then smiled up at Shiva, whispering a quick plan just under Tifa’s screams. Shiva grinned and nodded, letting Tifa drop painfully to the mat holding her tits and back, trying to manage all at once. Peach and Tifa slid out of the ring, letting her suffer for a moment before they grabbed her ankles.
“Wha… wh-NO! Please!” she screamed, but they pulled hard on her legs to yank her towards the outer ring. Her wet pussy hit the turnbuckle with a loud splat, making her scream and tears run down her cheeks as the girls pulled back and forth on her legs, grinding her snatch into it to milk more screams from her