Molly Reed vs. Janet "The Ex" O'Neil

Acting came naturally to Molly, naturally enough that the instinct came to her right when it needed to. The last triumphant jerk of the top almost was enough to put Molly out, but she would go out gladly rather than fail in the act. Of course, her air supply was slim when Janet started, and the few remaining tugs before releasing Molly left her still fading in and out, only hearing bits and pieces of Janet's taunts. The last stomp wracked her body even further, but Molly still held on.

Huffing quietly, trying to regain enough consciousness to do something without giving the game away, Molly lay still as Janet posed atop her. Molly's desire to claw that screeching bitch a new one was subsumed for now by her desire to keep up the act (Not to mention her aching, barely conscious, exposed body.).

The sound of the referee's count rang loud in her mind. It was showtime, for better or worse. Molly's eyes shot open. "Not today, gutterslut!" She shouted, grabbing Molly's offending leg. With a grunt of effort, Molly would try to yank it away from the blonde's center. Hopefully Janet would trip and fall hard, painfully, on something, anything. Hopefully not Molly.

However, Janet fell, Molly would try to slide away, sputtering, panting heavily as she tried to recover from that near choke out. Of course, if Janet fell on her, it would be that much worse. If she did not, Molly would immediately aim a fist to The Ex's crotch in a desperate attempt to move in and capitalize on her advantage.

Janet yelped as her leg was suddenly pulled and she slipped on her other foot. She fell down at the mat upright, landing in a split that left her groin just off the ground. It was far from comfortable, the strain on her thighs, but she winced and bore through it... until the position happened to be the ideal way for Molly to sink her fist into Janet's pussy lips.

"AAAAAHHHH!" she howled, grabbing at her groin and falling to her side in agony, shivering as she pawed her pussy

Molly's fist struck paydirt. Janet's howls were the best thing Molly heard all week. It was totally worth throbbing pain in her chest. Rolling to the side and forcing herself to her feet, Molly took a second to recover, striking a sultry pose and blowing a kiss to the audience. "Ah haha! Yes, they love me." Molly cooed, "But I'm not even close to done, sweetie." Molly would reach down and try to yank Janet to the feet by her hair. Turning her around, Molly would try to claw her nails across Janet's back.

Janet was a few steps away from sobbing while Janet celebrated her own dirty move. She stumbled to her feet, footing uneasy as she clutched her pussy. She spin and shrieked as she was clawed, leaping off the mat and bouncing up and down, hand still on her groin as she wailed miserably and grabbed for the ropes just to stay up