"You hear that?" Rhea snarled, her black-lipsticked mouth curling into a smirk as the Tokyo crowd roared around them, a sea of flashing phones and raised fists. Her opponent, a lithe Japanese wrestler in shimmering silver gear, glared up at her, but Rhea didn't blink, just leaned in closer, her leather-clad chest nearly brushing the other woman's. "They're chanting *my* name, sweetheart. They already know how this ends."
The arena lights flickered overhead, casting shadows across Rhea's tattoos as she rolled her shoulders, the muscles in her arms flexing. (This one's got fire, but fire burns out.) She let her eyes drag down the woman's body, slow, deliberate, before locking onto her again. "You're pretty," Rhea purred, voice dripping with mock pity, "but pretty doesn't win matches. *I* do."
Her opponent spat something in rapid Japanese, fists clenching, but Rhea just laughed, low and throaty, the sound vibrating through her own chest. She could feel the heat radiating off the other woman's skin, smell the sharp tang of her adrenaline. (Good. Let her be angry. Angry fighters make mistakes.)
The bell rang, and Rhea didn't hesitate. She lunged, her boots slamming into the mat as she closed the distance in a heartbeat, her body a coiled spring of leather and muscle. The crowd's roar surged like a tidal wave, and she grinned, already tasting victory. (Time to show her why they call me Nightmare.)
One of the commentators muttered something about "psychological warfare" as Rhea sidestepped the first strike, her opponent's silver-clad fist slicing through empty air. "Oh, honey," Rhea cooed, pivoting on her boot heel to press herself flush against the woman's back, her leather-clad chest molding to the curve of her spine. The heat between them was palpable, sweat already glistening where skin met skin. "You telegraph your moves like a bad romance novel... all predictable and no payoff."
The crowd howled as Rhea's fingers dug into the woman's hips, her thumbs pressing just above the waistband of those shimmering silver shorts. (Feel that? That's your pulse racing. And it's not just from the fight.) She dragged her tongue along the shell of the woman's ear before shoving her forward, sending her stumbling toward the ropes. "You wanna know why they call me Mami?" Rhea called after her, rolling her shoulders as the woman whipped back toward her. "Because I always make my bitches *work* for it."
The rebound came fast, but Rhea was faster—her boot shot up, catching the woman square in the stomach with a muffled thud. The air rushed out of her opponent's lungs in a gasp, and Rhea didn't let her drop, instead snatching her by the collar and yanking her close. "Look at you," she murmured, her breath hot against the woman's parted lips. "All pretty and breathless. Bet you'd look even better screaming my name."
The crowd's roar crescendoed as Rhea twisted her grip, flipping the woman onto the mat with a practiced snap of her hips. The impact reverberated up Rhea's thighs, delicious and familiar. (This is where the fun starts.) She straddled the woman's waist, leather creaking as she leaned down, her dark lips brushing the shell of her opponent's ear. "Tell me," she whispered, voice dripping like molten sugar, "do you wanna tap out now... or after I make you cum first?"
A flash of defiance in the woman's eyes, Rhea barely had time to register the sharp knee driving into her ribs before she was airborne, the ropes biting into her back as she rebounded. (Clever girl.) The momentum sent her hurtling forward, but Rhea wasn't just muscle, she was momentum incarnate. Her opponent lunged, silver-clad arms outstretched, only to meet Rhea's elbow crashing into her jaw with a sickening crack.
"Told you," Rhea growled, yanking the dazed woman upright by her ponytail, fingers twisting into the roots. "Predictable." The crowd's roar was a living thing, pulsing in her veins as she wrenched the woman's arm behind her back, leather glove creaking with the strain. (One more twist, one more second...) The woman arched, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as Rhea leaned in, her breath hot against the sweat-slicked nape of her neck. "Hear that? They're chanting for *me*," she murmured, voice velvet-dark. "Now scream."
The arm twisted further, tendons screaming under the pressure, and Rhea didn't miss the way the woman's thighs clenched, not just from pain. (Oh, you *like* this.) She dragged her tongue along the shell of the woman's ear, teeth grazing the lobe. "Go on," she purred. "Give them what they want." The woman shuddered, a ragged cry tearing from her throat as Rhea slammed her face-first into the mat, hips grinding down against the small of her back.
The referee's hand slapped the canvas once, twice, three times. The bell rang, but Rhea didn't let up, her fingers digging into the woman's hips as she leaned down, lips brushing the damp skin behind her ear. "Good girl," she whispered, the words a promise and a threat rolled into one. The crowd's frenzy was deafening, but all Rhea cared about was the way the woman's breath hitched when her teeth scraped the pulse point of her throat. (Next time, I won't stop at just winning.)
She stood, rolling her shoulders as the arena lights painted her sweat-slicked skin in neon. "That's right," she snarled, kicking the ropes open with a booted foot. "All fucking night!" The crowd roared back, a thousand voices chanting *Mami* like a prayer. Rhea smirked, wiping her lipstick-smeared mouth with the back of her hand. (Tastes like victory and her fucking shampoo.)
Jaw set, she vaulted over the top rope, landing with a thud that vibrated up her calves. The ramp stretched ahead, her boots hitting the metal with deliberate, echoing thumps. Behind her, the woman was still sprawled on the mat, chest heaving. Rhea didn't turn back, but her smirk deepened. (Should've tapped out when you had the chance.)
Backstage, the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. Rhea rolled her neck, the leather of her top creaking as she stretched. "Someone get me a fucking drink," she called, voice rough from shouting. A stagehand scurried past, eyes darting away from the sweat glistening in the dip of her collarbones. (Pathetic.) She grabbed a water bottle off a nearby table, twisting the cap off with her teeth before taking a long pull, liquid spilling down her chin and onto the leather straining over her chest.
The locker room door swung open with a sharp creak, and Rhea glanced up, then paused mid-swallow. Standing in the doorway was a woman barely taller than the doorknob, her pink-and-black outfit clinging to every curve like it was painted on. (Well, well.)
The woman blinked up at her, lips parting around a gasp. "Oh! You're... you're *her*," she breathed, accent curling thick and sweet around the words.
Rhea smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "And you're *tiny*," she drawled, letting her gaze drag down the woman's body, the swell of her F-cup breasts straining against the pink fabric, the way her stockings dug into the plush flesh of her thighs. (Bet she tastes like cotton candy.) "Mina Shirakawa, right? The 'Love Bomb' or whatever."
Mina giggled, pressing a gloved hand to her mouth. "You know me!" she chirped, bouncing on the balls of her feet. (Christ, she's *bouncy*.) "I saw your match, so strong! So *cool*!" She stepped closer, close enough for Rhea to catch the scent of her perfume, something floral, something sticky-sweet. "Can I... touch your muscles?" Mina asked, batting her lashes, fingers already twitching toward Rhea's bicep.
Rhea snorted, flexing just to watch Mina's pupils dilate. "Go ahead, shortstack," she purred, leaning down until her breath ghosted over Mina's ear. "But fair warning, once you start, I might not let you stop."
Mina's fingers trembled as they traced the firm curve of Rhea's bicep, her pink lips parting in a soft gasp. (So *hard* under my hands, but still soft skin, still warm...) She bit her lower lip, pressing deeper into the muscle. "Ohhh," she breathed, bouncing unconsciously on her toes. "It's like... steel wrapped in silk!"
Rhea's laugh was a dark hum against Mina's temple. "That's cute," she murmured, flexing just enough to make the muscle twitch under Mina's palm. "But steel doesn't *move* like this." She rolled her shoulder, watching Mina's breasts jiggle with every eager bounce. (God, she's like a damn wind-up toy.) "Keep going, shortstack. Show me how *admiring* you really are."
Mina's cheeks flushed darker as her hands slid up to Rhea's shoulders, fingers dipping into the hollows where muscle met collarbone. "You're *so* sculpted," she whined, breath hitching when Rhea deliberately tensed. The leather straps of her top strained, and Mina's nails scraped lightly over the sweat-damp skin beneath. (I could *bite* here...)
Rhea's smirk curled wider. "You're staring," she teased, tapping two fingers under Mina's chin to tilt her face up. "Eyes up here, sweetheart. Unless you *want* me to make you blush harder." Mina squeaked, but Rhea didn't miss how her hips rocked forward, how her thighs squeezed together. (Oh, *this* is gonna be fun.)
Mina's breath hitched as Rhea's fingers lingered under her chin, her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird against the wrestler's calloused fingertips. (Why is my face so hot? Why can't I stop looking at her mouth?) She swallowed hard, the pink tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I-I wasn't staring," she lied, voice trembling with the same shaky rhythm as her knees.
Rhea's laugh was a low, knowing rumble as she stepped closer, her leather-clad thigh slotting between Mina's with deliberate friction. "Liar," she purred, dragging a finger down the column of Mina's throat, pausing to press against the frantic flutter beneath her skin. "You're *terrible* at it." The scent of sweat and leather wrapped around them, thick enough to taste. "Tell me something, Love Bomb," Rhea murmured, her free hand sliding down to grip Mina's hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh above the black stockings. "You ever let someone *really* pin you down?"
Mina's gasp was practically a whimper as Rhea's thumb traced circles just above the waistband of her panties. (Her hands are so big... how do they feel everywhere at once?) "I... maybe?" she breathed, hips twitching forward against Rhea's thigh. The leather was warm where it pressed against her, the texture sending shivers up her spine. "But not... not like *you* could."
Rhea's grin was all teeth as she leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Mina's ear. "Smart girl," she whispered, the words curling like smoke around them. "Come back to WWE with me. I'll show you what *real* domination feels like." Her teeth scraped Mina's earlobe, sharp enough to make her jerk. "And when I'm done with you?" Rhea pulled back just enough to catch Mina's dazed gaze, her blue eyes dark with promise. "You'll beg to stay."
Mina barely had time to whimper before Rhea slammed her back against the lockers, the metal clanging loud enough to echo down the hall. Black lipstick smeared across pink as Rhea crushed their mouths together, her tongue sliding hot and insistent between Mina's parted lips. (She tastes like victory and nicotine and something darker... something I wants to drown in.)
The kiss was endless, Rhea's fingers twisting into Mina's hair, pulling just enough to arch her throat into the perfect angle. When they finally broke apart, Mina's chest heaved, her lipstick smudged beyond recognition. Rhea licked her own lips, slow, savoring. "That?" she murmured, thumbing at the mess she'd made of Mina's mouth. "Just the fucking *appetizer.*"
Without warning, Rhea grabbed the front of Mina's top and yanked, dragging her stumbling down the corridor toward the emergency exit. Mina's boots skidded on the concrete, but Rhea didn't slow, her grip iron-tight. "W-wait..." Mina gasped, but Rhea just laughed, shoving the door open with her shoulder.
The parking garage air was cool against their sweat-slicked skin as Rhea backed Mina against a support beam, her teeth glinting in the dim fluorescents. "No more waiting," she growled. "Time to see if you can take what I *really* wanna give you."
Mina whimpered as Rhea's fingers twisted into her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. (She's gonna bite... oh god she's *biting...*)
Rhea's laughter vibrated against Mina's collarbone as she pulled back, thumbing at the fresh mark blooming on her skin. "Cute," she murmured, before dragging Mina forward by the choker strap, their lips crashing together in a mess of smeared lipstick and panting breaths.
Mina's moan was muffled as Rhea's tongue slid against hers, hot and insistent, tasting like the cigarettes she'd smoked between matches and something darker, something addicting. (She's *everywhere*... her hands, her mouth, the way her thigh presses between my legs...) Rhea's fingers kneaded roughly over Mina's straining F-cups, the pink fabric damp with sweat as she pinched a nipple through the thin material, grinning at the way Mina arched into the touch. "Fuck, you're *responsive*," Rhea growled against her mouth, biting Mina's lower lip hard enough to draw another whimper.
"R-Rhea..." Mina gasped, her gloved hands scrabbling at Rhea's belt as the taller woman wrenched her forward by the hips, their bodies slotting together with a slick, desperate friction. "Wait, someone could..."
"Shut up," Rhea snarled, yanking Mina toward a matte-black muscle car parked crookedly in the shadows. The door squealed open as she shoved Mina against the heated leather seats, her voice dropping to a velvet-dark purr. "You're gonna scream *so much* louder in my hotel room."
Rhea walks around to the driver's side of her matte-black muscle car and slides into the seat with practiced ease. The engine roars to life as she reaches across the center console, her fingers tangling in Mina's hair to drag her closer. "Better buckle up, shortstack," she murmurs against Mina's lips, her breath hot and nicotine-dark. "This ride's gonna get *rough*."
Mina whimpers as Rhea's hand slides down to palm her breast through the damp fabric, thumb circling a nipple with deliberate pressure. (She's gonna leave bruises... I *want* her to leave bruises.)
The car peels out of the parking garage, tires screeching, and Mina's head falls back against the seat as Rhea's teeth graze her earlobe. "Tell me something, Love Bomb," Rhea purrs, her free hand gripping Mina's thigh hard enough to dent the stockings. "You ever been fucked so good you forgot your own name?"
Mina's breath hitches, her fingers digging into the leather seat. "N-not like *this*," she whimpers, her body arching when Rhea's thumb finds the damp heat between her legs through the panties. (Why does her voice make my skin burn? Why does her *laugh* make my hips jerk?)
Rhea's smirk is all teeth as she floors the accelerator, the city lights blurring past. "Good," she growls. "I like breaking in new toys."
Fifteen minutes later, the hotel door slams open, Mina stumbling backward into the room as Rhea kicks it shut with her boot. Before Mina can catch her breath, Rhea's on her, pinning her against the door with a growl, one hand kneading Mina's F-cup roughly through the pink fabric. "Who's your mommy?" Rhea breathes against her lips, her other hand already dragging Mina's panties down her thighs. (Fuck, she smells like sweat and leather and something *hungry.*)
Mina's breath hitched as Rhea's fingers tightened around the strap of her pink top, her voice a trembling whisper, "M-mommy..." The word dissolved into a gasp as Rhea wrenched the fabric down, exposing Mina's heavy F-cups to the cool hotel air.
"God, look at you," Rhea growled, palming them roughly, her thumbs dragging over the stiff peaks. "Bet these bounce *perfect* when you ride me."
Mina whimpered, her back arching off the door as Rhea's mouth closed over her left nipple, sucking hard enough to pull a strangled cry from her throat. (Her tongue... oh god her *tongue*...)
Rhea chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending shocks straight to Mina's dripping cunt. "That's right, scream for me," she murmured before switching to the other breast, her teeth scraping the swollen bud just to feel Mina's thighs trembling.
"Mommy, *please*..." Mina's fingers tangled in Rhea's short black hair, tugging as Rhea alternated between sucking bruises into her flesh and flicking her nipples with the tip of her tongue. The wet, filthy sounds filled the room, mingling with Mina's hiccuping moans.
Rhea pulled back just long enough to smirk at the mess she'd made, Mina's breasts glistening with spit, her nipples red and puffy. "Such a good girl," Rhea purred, thumbing a nipple roughly. "Now beg me to fuck you."
Mina's sob caught in her throat as Rhea's free hand slid between her legs, two fingers pressing against her soaked panties. "P-please, mommy, *fuck* me..." The plea shattered into a scream as Rhea ripped the ruined fabric aside and drove her fingers in to the knuckle, curling them just right to make Mina's legs give out.
Rhea caught her by the hips, hauling her up against the door with a snarl. "Louder," she demanded, her thumb circling Mina's clit in brutal, perfect strokes. "Let the whole fucking hotel know who owns you."
"F-fuck, Mommy...!" Mina's moan cracked as Rhea's fingers twisted inside her, the heel of her palm grinding against her clit with every thrust. Her breasts bounced wildly with each snap of Rhea's wrist, nipples stiff and aching. (Her fingers feel so *big*... how is she *everywhere* at once...)
Rhea pulled out suddenly, her fingers glistening under the dim hotel lights. She locked eyes with Mina as she sucked them clean, tongue swirling around her knuckles with a filthy, wet sound. "Tastes like desperation," she mused, smirking at the way Mina's thighs trembled. "Boots off. Now. Keep the rest."
Mina fumbled with the laces, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Rhea peeled off her leather top in one fluid motion, then shucked her panties with a kick, leaving only fishnets and bracelets clinging to her sweat-slicked skin. She grabbed Mina by the hair, dragging her toward the bed. "You're gonna ride me till you forget Japanese," she growled. "And then I'm making you say *thank you* in every language you know."
They enter the bedroom, and Rhea wastes no time, she grabs Mina by the waist, yanking her onto tiptoes so their mouths crash together in a kiss that tastes like black lipstick and desperation. Their chests press tight, Rhea's firm C-cups molding against Mina's soft F-cups, the friction drawing twin moans as sweat slicks their skin. "You kiss like you're scared to bruise me," Rhea rasps against her lips, biting down hard enough to make Mina gasp. "I *want* bruises, baby." And she kisses her again.
With a wet pop, she breaks the kiss and shoves Mina down, watching her knees hit the carpet with a thud, those heavy breasts bouncing hypnotically. (Fuck, she looks good on her knees.) Rhea steps back, hips swaying with deliberate provocation as she crosses to the dresser, her fishnets whispering against her thighs. The drawer slides open with a creak, and she pulls out the strap, black, thick, glistening with lube already dripping down the shaft. "See something you like?" Rhea purrs, strapping it on with a snap of elastic, her fingers stroking the base possessively.
Mina's breath hitches as Rhea stalks closer, the harness straining against her hips, the tip glistening under the dim bedside lamp. (It's so *big*...how's that gonna fit...)
Her thoughts shatter when Rhea fists her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. "Open," Rhea commands, voice velvet-dark, and Mina obeys without hesitation, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe up the underside.
"Good girl," Rhea purrs, guiding the strap's tip to tap against Mina's parted lips. "Now make it *wet*." Mina whimpers but leans forward, her pink tongue swirling around the head in teasing circles before flicking against the ridge, once, twice, making the entire length bounce against Rhea's clit with a slick slap.
Rhea's breath hitches, her fingers tightening in Mina's hair. "Fuck, that's it," she growls, hips jerking forward to grind the base against herself while Mina's mouth works the shaft. (God, her tongue's as relentless as her wrestling, no mercy, no pause.)
Then Rhea's hands drop to Mina's breasts, palming them roughly before squeezing them together around the strap, her thrusts turning shallow and filthy as she fucks the slick cleft between them. "Feel that?" Rhea pants, watching Mina's nipples rub against the shaft with every push. "That's how you're gonna take me next."
Mina whines, her lips swollen from kissing the tip, her chin glistening with spit. "M-mommy, it's too *big*..."
Rhea let's go of Mina's large breasts, arches her back, and makes them bounce wildly with each thrust of the seven-inch black strap-on, her hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "Too big?" she sneers, her voice dripping with dark amusement as Mina whimpers beneath her. "Baby, you haven't even *tried* yet." The strap-on rubs back against Rhea's clit and pussy with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine, her breath hitching as she grinds the base harder against herself. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, the leather bracelets digging into her wrists with every punishing snap of her hips.
Mina arches her back further, her F-cups bouncing obscenely as Rhea fucks them harder, her own breath coming in ragged gasps. "Mommy...*fuck*... yes mommy" she chokes out, her thighs trembling as Rhea's thrusts grow rougher, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the room. (Her hips are *everywhere*, the way she moves... god, she's gonna wreck me...)
Rhea's lips curl into a feral grin as she watches Mina's tits jiggle with each slam of her hips, her own pleasure building like a storm. "That's it, *look* at me," she growls, grabbing Mina's chin to force her gaze upward. "Watch me ruin you." With one final, brutal thrust, she drives the strap-on deep between Mina's breasts, her own hips stuttering as the base grinds against her swollen clit. A choked gasp tears from her throat as she cums hard, her pussy clenching around nothing, clear fluid squirting against the harness in hot, pulsing streaks.
Mina moans, her own arousal dripping down her thighs as Rhea's cum slicks the base of the strap-on, her breasts still trapped around it. "Fuck, mommy... you're *so* wet," she whimpers, her voice shaky with awe.
Rhea's smirk is lazy, satisfied, as she pulls back slightly, her fingers tracing the mess she's made between Mina's tits. "And you're not done yet," she murmurs, leaning down to lick a stripe up Mina's collarbone. "Next, this goes *inside* you."
Mina's breath catches as Rhea suddenly yanks her up by the hair, dragging her toward the bed with a growl. "Mommy..."
"Shut up," Rhea interrupts, shoving Mina onto the mattress with a force that makes the springs groan. Mina's body bounces once, her F-cups jiggling wildly. (God, she looks *ruined* already.)
Mina's legs spread instinctively as Rhea loomed over her, the bed creaking under their combined weight. "Tell me," Rhea purred, her fingers digging into Mina's hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in the soft flesh, "how bad you want it."
Mina whimpered, her thighs trembling as Rhea's thumbs pressed against her slick folds, spreading them with slow, deliberate strokes. "I... I can't..."
"Wrong answer." Rhea's smirk was razor-sharp as she hooked her arms under Mina's knees, yanking her forward until her ass hung half-off the mattress. "Try again."
The first inch of the strap-on pressed against Mina's entrance, stretching her tight pussy with a slow, relentless push. Mina gasped, her F-cups heaving as Rhea leaned down, her breath hot against Mina's parted lips. "Beg," Rhea commanded, her voice rough with need. "Or I stop."
Mina's fingers clawed at the sheets, her thighs instinctively wrapping around Rhea's waist to pull her deeper. "Mommy, *please*," she sobbed, her back arching off the bed. "Fuck me...*ruin* me..."
Rhea's laugh was dark as she drove forward in one smooth thrust, burying the entire seven inches inside Mina with a wet, obscene squelch. Mina's scream shattered into a choked moan, her nails raking down Rhea's fishnet-clad thighs.
"Fuck, you're *tight*," Rhea growled, rolling her hips in slow, grinding circles to let Mina feel every ridge. "Bet you could take two of these and still beg for more."
Mina's reply dissolved into a high-pitched whine as Rhea pulled out almost entirely, only to slam back in with a brutal snap of her hips. The bedframe rattled against the wall, Mina's breasts bouncing with each punishing thrust, her thighs tightening around Rhea's waist like a vice.
"Look at you," Rhea breathed, her fingers tangling in Mina's pink-streaked hair to wrench her head back. "Taking me like you were *made* for it."
Mina's eyes rolled back as Rhea's pace turned erratic, the base of the strap-on rubbing against Rhea's own swollen clit with every thrust. The room filled with the slick, rhythmic sound of skin slapping skin, mingling with Mina's broken whimpers and Rhea's ragged growls.
"Don't you *dare* cum yet," Rhea snarled, her free hand clamping around Mina's throat just enough to make her gasp. "Not until I say."
Mina's thighs trembled violently, her body straining between the need to obey and the overwhelming pleasure coiling in her gut. Rhea's grin was feral as she leaned down, her teeth sinking into Mina's collarbone. "Good girl."
Mina fights off her orgasm, her body writhing beneath Rhea's relentless pace, her whimpers turning into broken pleas. "Mommy... I can't...*please* let me..." she gasps, her fingers twisting in the sheets, her thighs shaking with the effort to hold back.
Rhea leans down, her C-cups pressing flush against Mina's F-cups, the heat between them nearly unbearable. "You *can*," she breathes against Mina's lips before kissing her hard, swallowing her moans as her hips snap forward again, the strap-on hitting deep. Their breasts slide together, sweat-slick and trembling, Rhea's nipples rubbing against Mina's with every thrust.
She breaks the kiss with a wet pop, gripping Mina's shoulders to push herself up, watching with dark satisfaction as Mina's tits bounce wildly beneath her. "Look at you," Rhea growls, her voice rough, her own breath coming in ragged bursts. "Fuck...*look* at how pretty you are when you're ruined."
Mina's back arches off the bed, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm slams into her, her pussy clamping around the strap-on in rhythmic pulses. Rhea doesn't slow, fucking her through it, her own climax hitting hard as she buries the strap deep, her hips stuttering as she cums, her pussy clenching around nothing, her release soaking the harness in hot, sticky streaks.
Mina's thighs tremble violently, her own slick dripping down to the sheets as Rhea grinds against her, both of them panting, spent, but still twitching with aftershocks.
"You hear that?" Rhea rasps against the shell of Mina's ear, her voice thick with satisfaction. "That little whimper you just made? That's mine now."
Mina nods frantically, her fingers gripping the pillow beneath her, her body still shuddering from the force of her orgasm. (Her voice is so *deep* when she says that... like she owns me... and fuck, she *does*...)
Rhea pulls out slowly, the strap-on slick with both of them, and Mina whines at the sudden emptiness, her legs falling open bonelessly.
"Turn over," Rhea commands, yanking Mina's hips up before she can even think to obey. Mina scrambles onto her stomach, her breasts pressing into the mattress, her ass lifting instinctively.
Rhea's fingers trace the swollen rim of Mina's asshole, already wet with her own slickness.
"T-Too much..." Mina gasps, but Rhea just laughs darkly, pressing the tip of the strap against her tight entrance.
"Bullshit," Rhea growls, her free hand fisting in Mina's hair, pulling her head back. "You *want* this. Say it."
Mina's breath hitches, her body already arching into the pressure. "I... I want it...*fuck*, mommy, please..."
Rhea slams forward in one brutal thrust, burying herself to the hilt, and Mina screams, her back bowing, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
"*That's* my girl," Rhea purrs, her hips already rolling into a punishing rhythm, each thrust forcing another ragged moan from Mina's throat.
Mina's thighs quiver, her toes curling, her entire body alight with the stretch, the *burn*, the impossible fullness. (She's...*fuck*...she's *everywhere*...)
Rhea leans over her, her sweat-slick chest pressing against Mina's back, her teeth scraping the nape of Mina's neck. "Now *scream* for me," she demands, her voice rough with exertion, her thrusts turning jagged, erratic.
"Mommy...!" Mina's voice cracks, her fingers twisting the sheets into fists as Rhea bottoms out inside her with a wet slap, the stretch bordering on unbearable. (Fuck, she's *so* deep... how is she *everywhere*...) Her toes curl, her thighs trembling, the heat coiling tighter with every brutal snap of Rhea's hips.
"Louder," Rhea growls, her hands sliding up Mina's back, fingers splaying between her shoulder blades as she fucks her harder, deeper, the bedframe slamming against the wall with each thrust. "Let the whole fucking city know who owns this ass."
Mina's moans dissolve into breathless whimpers, her body arching as Rhea's pace turns punishing, her own slick dripping down her thighs, her clit throbbing with every relentless thrust deep inside of her. (She's gonna *break* me...) "Mommy... I can't...*fuck*, I'm gonna..."
"Hold it," Rhea snarls, her fingers digging into Mina's hips hard enough to bruise, her voice raw with exertion. "You don't cum until I *say*." She drives in deeper, her own thighs trembling, the base of the strap grinding against her swollen clit with every brutal snap of her hips.
Mina sobs, her nails clawing at the sheets, her entire body wound tight like a spring. (God, she's *everywhere*... I can't...) "Please...*please*, mommy... let me..."
"*Now*," Rhea growls, slamming in hard, her hips stuttering as Mina shatters beneath her, her scream muffled against the mattress as she cums violently, her ass clenching around the strap while her pussy squirts onto the sheets beneath her.
Rhea fucks her through it, her own climax hitting like a freight train, her thighs shaking as she buries herself to the hilt, her pussy pulsing around nothing, her release soaking the harness in hot, sticky streaks.
Collapsing onto Mina's sweat-slick back, Rhea drags her tongue up the column of Mina's throat, her breath ragged against damp skin. "Still think WWE's not for you?" she murmurs, teeth grazing the shell of Mina's ear.
Mina shivers, her body still twitching with aftershocks, her voice hoarse. "M-maybe," she breathes, glancing over her shoulder, her teeth sinking into her swollen lower lip.
Rhea's smirk is dark as she rolls them over, pinning Mina beneath her, her fingers already tracing the angry red marks left by the harness. "Guess I'll just have to *convince* you," she purrs, her thigh slotting between Mina's trembling legs.
The next hours dissolve into a haze of gasped pleas and tangled limbs, Rhea's mouth mapping every inch of Mina's body, her hands leaving no curve untouched. By the time dawn filters through the curtains, Mina's voice is raw from screaming, her skin littered with bite marks, her thighs sticky with proof of Rhea's relentless persuasion.