The mat is slick, the rules are simple: whoever makes the other girls cum the most wins, and the loser—or losers—get strapped. Lora Cross, Mars Solo, and Sexy Sara Bee hit the floor in tiny bikinis and coats of oil, bodies already gleaming as they roll, grind, moan, and finger their way into a chaos of limbs, sweat, and orgasmic surrender. Mars pins Sara and makes her scream. Sara returns the favor with deep, slippery payback. But Lora? She’s surgical, edging both of them over and over, her fingers relentless, her tongue wicked, and her smile knowing. By the time the timer buzzes, Sara and Mars are trembling, soaked, and thoroughly out-scored, each with multiple orgasms wrung from their writhing bodies. Lora stands tall, grabs the strap-on, and flips the switch. She straps in and wrecks them one at a time, fucking Sara from behind while Mars watches, then pinning Mars down and riding her until she begs. The oil makes it dirtier, messier, louder—every thrust a reminder that Lora earned this. She ends the match with both girls exhausted, legs spread, and cum-slicked from every angle, while Lora poses over them, dripping and satisfied, strap still glistening. This wasn’t just domination—it was strategy, sweat, and sex turned into sport. And Lora? She’s undefeated.
