She so badly wants it to end. The pain, the breathlessness, the panic that sets in every time her rival takes control.
She would submit, if that would grant her relief.
She would cry out that her enemy is the better woman, if that would cease their struggle.
But she knows after defeat, lies only torment and torture, as it would be if it was her opponent who found herself whimpering and gasping for air, locked between the brunette’s thighs.