An irrepressible, and teethy smile takes to Angie’s face, as she grinds her rival into a teary-eyed submission. The fight for hours had been a draw, until Nicole, without intention, revealed through the sounding of a moan, the location of her most sensitive nerves, and the motions of Angie which best beset them.
Now, having betrayed her body in such a wordless confession, Nicole is not but a plaything – prey to be hunted and humiliated – fucked and forgotten. But her status of shame is of little concern at the moment, as she is still in the throws of it, being mercilessly pounded by the clit of the rival with whom she dared crossed thighs.