By: ridemenow
"You really think you can take me?" Sydney smirked, rolling her shoulders back as she stepped into the padded ring. The overhead lights caught the sweat already glistening on her collarbone.
Sara lunged first, all wiry limbs and desperation—exactly what Sydney expected. She sidestepped, catching the redhead's ankle mid-kick and twisting hard enough to send her crashing onto the mat back-first. Before Sara could scramble up, Sydney dropped onto her thighs, knees clamping either side of that freckled face. The sharp gasp against her leggings made her grin.
"You smell nice," Sydney mused, shifting her weight just enough to let Sara suck in a frantic breath before grinding down again. Cotton and sweat and something tart—perfume maybe—filled the space between them. Sara's fingers clawed at Sydney's quads, but the thrashing only made the blonde tighten the hold, thighs pressing inward until the redhead's cheeks turned molten pink.
Sydney rolled them sideways with a practiced twist, draping one leg over Sara's shoulder while her ass settled squarely over that gasping mouth. The mat squeaked beneath them. "That's it," she cooed, propping herself up on her elbows to watch Sara's legs flail. "Bet you thought you'd last longer." Her voice dripped syrup-slow even as she arched her back, letting the full, suffocating weight of her body smother Sara's nose and chin.
Underneath her, Sara bucked wildly—useless. Sydney's thighs had her pinned like a butterfly under glass. She could feel hot, panicked breath through the fabric of her thong, could count every twitch of those trapped fingers scrabbling against her hips. "Mmm, stubborn," Sydney teased and rolled onto her stomach, dragging herself forward an inch until Sara's forehead pressed against the damp valley between her breasts. The redhead's choked whimper vibrated through her ribs.
She pinned Sara's wrists against the mat with effortless precision, grinding her pelvis down in slow circles—half pressure, half torture. "You keep wiggling like that, you'll run out of air faster." Sydney let her tongue trace the corner of her lip, savoring the way Sara's breath hitched when her stomach slid up to smother her nose. Beneath the fluorescent lights, she could see veins standing out on Sara's temples, the frantic flutter of eyelids.
Sydney shifted higher, thighs bracketing Sara’s shoulders as she deliberately dragged the damp fabric of her thong across those parted lips. The muffled groan vibrated against her skin, deliciously desperate. "Mmm, not so chatty now, huh?" She rocked forward, just enough to catch Sara’s tongue through the fabric—a fleeting tease before pulling back. The choked gasp that followed sent a thrill down her spine.
Sara arched beneath her, muscles straining, but Sydney had her locked in place—hips tilted just right to keep her mouth sealed tight under the suffocating press of satin. Fingernails scraped uselessly at Sydney’s thighs, the redhead’s strength evaporating with each shallow breath. Sydney leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Sara’s ear. "Bet you can taste your own defeat," she murmured, exhaling warm and slow. "Swallow it."
She rocked forward in one smooth motion, grinding the damp heat of her thong against Sara’s lips until the fabric caught on teeth. Beneath her, Sara’s hips jerked—instinct begging for air—but Sydney only laughed and bore down harder, her ass settling heavy over Sara’s chin. The muffled gag vibrated through her pelvis. "Almost there," she cooed, lifting just enough to let Sara suck in a ragged gasp before slamming her hips back down.
Sydney could feel it now—the way Sara’s thrashing slowed, muscles going slack under the relentless press of her weight. The redhead’s fingers, which had been clawing at Sydney’s thighs moments ago, now twitched weakly against the mat. A thin, desperate whine escaped through the fabric, and Sydney arched her back, letting her thong ride up just enough to press bare skin against Sara’s mouth. "Go on," she purred, rolling her hips in slow circles. "Taste it."
The scent of her own arousal mingled with Sara’s panicked breath—something heady and metallic—as Sydney lifted slightly, just enough to let Sara inhale before grinding back down. She could feel Sara’s tongue flicker weakly against her, a last-ditch effort to fight back, but it only made Sydney tighten her thighs. "Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, tracing a finger down Sara’s cheek. "You’re not getting out of this." The words dripped honey-thick, even as she shifted her weight forward, deliberately pressing Sara’s nose deeper into slick heat.
Beneath her, Sara’s thrashing had turned sluggish—her legs twitched like a dying insect, her fingers flexing against Sydney’s calves with fading urgency. Sydney rolled her hips, savoring the wet catch of fabric against Sara’s lips, the way her breath hitched when Sydney leaned back just enough to let her taste bare skin. "That’s it," Sydney whispered, watching Sara’s eyelids flutter. "Just let it happen." She rocked forward again, slow and deliberate, until Sara’s lips parted under the pressure, her tongue brushing the damp seam of Sydney’s thong in a feeble, reflexive lick.
A shudder ran through Sydney—hot and electric—as she ground down harder, the friction sending sparks up her spine. Sara’s muffled moan vibrated against her, the sound drowning in sweat and fabric as Sydney’s thighs tightened like a vice. "Fuck," she breathed, her voice ragged at the edges, "you’re gonna take it, aren’t you?" The words weren’t a question. Sara’s body arched once, a last, desperate spasm before going limp beneath her, and Sydney let out a low, throaty laugh. "Yeah. Just like that."
She could feel it building—the tension coiling low in her stomach, the slick heat between her legs pressing harder against Sara’s slack mouth. Sydney tilted her hips, letting the fabric of her thong drag over Sara’s lips one last time before yanking it aside. The sudden, wet slap of bare skin against Sara’s face drew a choked gasp—half protest, half surrender—but Sydney didn’t give her time to recover. She rocked forward, grinding her clit against Sara’s nose, the pressure deliciously cruel. "Breathe me in," she commanded, her voice dark with want.
Every twitch of Sara’s lips sent sparks up Sydney’s spine, the friction just shy of unbearable. She could feel Sara’s breath—hot and ragged—against her folds, the faintest flicker of tongue as the redhead fought for air. It was too much, too perfect. Sydney arched her back, fingers knotting in Sara’s hair as the first wave hit her—a shuddering, full-body clench that wrenched a moan from her throat. "Fuck—" The word cracked as she ground down harder, smothering Sara’s face in the slick mess of her orgasm, thighs clamping tight to keep her trapped.
Then she twisted—all coiled grace—swinging one leg over Sara’s shoulder until she straddled the redhead’s face backward. The mat squeaked under her shifting weight as she settled her ass squarely over Sara’s mouth, the damp fabric of her thong pressing flush against lips still parted in ragged gasps. "None of that," Sydney purred, rocking her hips just enough to feel Sara’s nose nudge deeper into her crack. The muffled groan vibrated against her skin, deliciously weak.
She leaned back, palms braced on Sara’s ribs, and let her full weight sink down—slow, deliberate—until the redhead’s thrashing turned to twitches beneath her. Sweat-slick satin sealed over Sara’s nostrils, her breath coming in shallow, frantic hitches that only made Sydney roll her hips harder. "Mmm, you love this," she lied, dragging her thong up just to let it snap back against Sara’s chin. The choked whimper was answer enough.
Sydney arched, letting the ache in her thighs fuel the grinding rhythm—down, twist, up just enough to tease air before smothering her again. Beneath her, Sara’s fingers clawed at the mat, tendons standing stark in her forearms, but the fight was leaking out of her by the second. Sydney could taste victory thick on her tongue, metallic and sweet. She dug her nails into Sara’s collarbones, using the leverage to rock forward until Sara’s nose disappeared entirely between her cheeks. The mat reeked of salt and desperation now, Sara’s muffled groans vibrating against her clit in broken pulses.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Sydney sank back down, letting her full weight crush the redhead’s face into the crook of her ass. The damp fabric of her thong clung to Sara’s lips, sealing them shut as Sydney rolled her hips. "Uh-uh," she tutted, feeling Sara buck beneath her. "No more air for you." Sweat gleamed on Sydney’s lower back, trickling down the seam of her crack as she leaned back, palms planted on Sara’s ribs. The redhead’s chest hitched—a stuttering, shallow thing—but Sydney just laughed and pressed down harder, her ass swallowing Sara’s nose whole.
She could feel Sara’s tongue flicking weakly against the fabric, the tip catching on the elastic as she tried—and failed—to suck in a breath. Sydney arched her back, grinding her sweat-slick crack deeper into Sara’s face until the redhead’s muffled gasps turned into wet, shuddering groans. "That’s it," Sydney murmured, lifting just enough to let Sara taste air before dropping down again, her thong snapping tight against Sara’s chin. "Take it." The words dripped honey-thick between them, even as Sara’s legs twitched beneath her—kicking like a dying insect.
Sydney flexed her thighs, riding Sara’s face with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. Every inch forward forced Sara’s nose deeper into her asshole, the damp heat of her thong bunching up between Sara’s lips. She could feel Sara’s eyelashes fluttering against her skin—frantic, helpless—before she twisted her weight sideways, pressing Sara’s cheek into the mat with the full force of her ass. "Mmm, snug fit," Sydney mused, tracing idle circles over Sara’s ribs with her nails. "You make such a good cushion."
The air between them thickened with sweat and musk, each rock of Sydney’s hips dragging Sara’s nose along the seam of her crack, forcing the fabric to ride up until it split her lips apart. Sara’s muffled protests vibrated against Sydney’s clit, the wet, garbled sounds only making her grind harder. "Oh, don’t act like you hate it," Sydney taunted, lifting just enough to let Sara suck in a ragged gasp before slamming back down. The impact sent Sara’s head bouncing off the mat, her nose burying itself in Sydney’s crack with a wet squelch.
Sydney arched her back, fingers tangling in Sara’s tangled hair as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles. She could feel Sara’s nose pressing against her asshole through the damp fabric—each twitch of panic sending a jolt of heat through her thighs. "Mmm, that’s right," she murmured, shifting her weight forward until Sara’s entire face disappeared between her cheeks. The muffled gag was music to her ears. "Bet you never thought you’d end up like this—nose deep in my ass, huh?" Her laughter was low, throaty, as she ground down harder.
With one hand braced on Sara’s ribs, Sydney used the other to spread herself wide, fingers digging into her own flesh as she settled back onto the redhead’s face. The sudden, slick press of Sara’s nose against her asshole drew a shuddering gasp from Sydney—half pleasure, half power—as she rocked forward, grinding the sensitive ring of muscle against Sara’s nostrils. "There we go," she cooed, feeling Sara’s body tense beneath her. "Just relax, sweetheart. It’s over now." The words dripped faux sweetness as she flexed her thighs, sealing Sara’s mouth shut beneath the suffocating weight of her cheeks.
Sydney sighed, arching her back to let her full weight settle deeper. She could feel Sara’s frantic twitches growing weaker, the muffled screams vibrating against her skin like a distant echo. "You put up a good fight," she murmured, tracing idle circles over Sara’s collarbone with her nails. "But this?" She shifted her hips, savoring the wet squelch as Sara’s nose sank impossibly deeper. "This is where you belong." The mat beneath them was slick with sweat, the scent of salt and desperation thick in the air as Sydney rolled her shoulders, adjusting her grip on Sara’s ribs to press down harder.
Her fingers dipped between her own cheeks, peeling them apart with deliberate slowness. The sudden rush of cool air against her exposed asshole made her shiver—but not as much as the sensation of Sara’s nose nudging against the tight ring of muscle. Sydney exhaled, low and ragged, as she guided the tip inside with a slow, grinding roll of her hips. "There we go," she cooed, feeling Sara’s body seize beneath her. "Just like that." The redhead’s choked gag vibrated through her pelvis, but Sydney only laughed, tilting forward to seal Sara’s lips shut with the full, suffocating press of her cheeks.
"You’ve been so good for me," Sydney murmured, her voice dripping honey-sweet even as she rocked her hips, forcing Sara’s nose deeper. The wet squelch of her asshole stretching around the intrusion sent a thrill down her spine. She could feel Sara’s panicked breaths—short, stuttering things—against her most intimate flesh, each gasp hotter than the last. "Mmm, that’s it," she encouraged, tracing idle circles over Sara’s ribs with her nails. "Just let go." The words were a velvet-wrapped command, laced with the kind of dominance that left no room for defiance. Beneath her, Sara’s fingers scrabbled weakly at the mat, her legs twitching like a dying insect.
Sydney arched her back, shifting her weight forward until Sara’s nose disappeared entirely inside her, the tight ring of muscle clenching reflexively around the intrusion. The sensation was electric—a heady mix of power and pleasure that curled her toes. "God, you feel perfect," she sighed, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles. Sara’s muffled screams vibrated against her asshole, the sound so deliciously broken it made Sydney’s thighs tremble. She could feel the redhead’s body straining—fighting for air that would never come—and it only made her grind down harder, her cheeks swallowing Sara’s face whole.
The staccato twitches beneath her told the story better than words ever could. Sara’s fingers clawed at Sydney’s calves, but the movements were weak now, her nails barely scraping skin. The way her hips jerked—half instinct, half desperation—was pathetic, her legs kicking uselessly against the mat like a puppet with its strings cut. Sydney exhaled a slow, satisfied breath, watching Sara’s eyelids flutter wildly before finally, finally rolling back. The moment her body went limp—truly limp—Sydney felt it: the slack press of lips against her asshole, the sudden absence of panicked breath against her skin. "There it is," she purred, dragging her fingers through Sara’s sweat-drenched hair. "Out like a light."
The door creaked open behind her, followed by the sharp click of heels against concrete. Paige leaned against the ropes, her dark eyes flickering over Sydney’s sprawled form with amused familiarity. A smirk tugged at her lips as she took in the sight—Sydney’s thighs framing Sara’s head, her ass smothering every inch of the redhead’s face. "Damn," Paige chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Who’s the poor bitch under there? Can’t even see her."
Sydney tilted her head back, flashing Paige a grin that was all teeth. "Just some cocky little thing who thought she could take me," she purred, grinding her hips down in slow circles. The wet squelch of Sara’s nose buried in her asshole drew a low, satisfied sigh from her lips. "She put up a fight for, oh…" She glanced at the clock on the wall, feigning thoughtfulness. "Three minutes?"
Paige snorted, stepping closer to prod Sara’s twitching leg with her toe. "Christ, Syd. You’re gonna kill her." The words were teasing, but her eyes gleamed with approval as she watched Sydney’s ass flex around Sara’s face.
Sydney wiggled her hips, grinding Sara’s nose deeper into her asshole with a wet squelch. "Nah, she’s got another minute in her." She arched her back, letting out a slow, deliberate fart that vibrated against Sara’s nostrils—a thick, humid blast that made Paige burst into laughter. Sara’s arms jerked wildly, fingers clawing at the mat before flopping limp again. "See?" Sydney crooned, rocking her hips to work the scent deeper into Sara’s lungs. "Still kicking."
Paige leaned against the ropes, smirking as she watched Sydney’s ass flex around Sara’s face. "Christ, you’re evil," she said, though the gleam in her eyes betrayed her admiration. "Who even is she?"
Sydney shifted slightly, letting Sara’s nose sink deeper into her asshole with a wet squelch before answering. "Some cocky amateur who thought she could take me," she purred, rolling her hips in a slow circle. "Turns out she’s just another pretty face to sit on." Sara’s fingers twitched weakly against the mat, her muffled groan vibrating against Sydney’s skin like a dying engine.
Paige’s grin widened as she stepped closer, her shadow falling over Sara’s twitching legs. "Mind if I take her for a spin?" she asked, already peeling off her shorts. The fabric pooled around her ankles, revealing toned thighs and a damp thong that clung to her curves. Sydney chuckled, lifting her weight off Sara’s face with a wet pop—the redhead’s nose glistening with sweat and something darker.
Sara gasped, her chest heaving as oxygen flooded her lungs, but before she could even blink the stars from her vision, Paige straddled her face, her thong pressing flush against Sara’s slack mouth. "Wakey wakey," Paige sang, grinding down hard enough to smother Sara’s groan. The redhead’s hands fluttered weakly, fingers brushing Paige’s calves like a moth against a lamp.
Paige leaned back, bracing herself on Sara’s ribs, her smirk widening as she watched Sara’s eyes roll frantically. "Mmm, you taste Sydney’s ass?" she teased, rocking her hips in slow, wet circles. The damp fabric of her thong dragged over Sara’s lips with every movement, peeling away just enough to let her suck in a desperate breath before sealing tight again. "Bet you never thought you’d get seconds."
Sydney stretched lazily beside them, her fingers tracing idle patterns over Sara’s twitching thigh. "She’s fighting less already," she mused, pinching the soft flesh just to watch Sara’s legs jerk. "Cute." The redhead’s hands fluttered weakly against Paige’s calves, her nails leaving faint pink streaks before dropping limp again. Paige chuckled, grabbing Sara’s wrists and pinning them to the mat with one hand while the other twisted into her hair, yanking her face deeper into the suffocating press of her thong.
Sara’s muffled scream vibrated against Paige’s clit, the sound dissolving into wet, stuttering gasps as the brunette rolled her hips in ruthless circles. "Oh, don’t give me that," Paige cooed, her voice dripping saccharine malice. She lifted just enough to let Sara suck in a ragged breath—just one—before slamming back down, grinding her pelvis hard enough to make Sara’s nose bend against her pubic bone. "You wanted this, remember?" The words were a velvet-wrapped taunt as Paige arched her back, letting the soaked fabric of her thong peel away for a heartbeat before sealing tight over Sara’s lips again.
Sydney straddled Sara’s thighs, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over the redhead’s twitching quadriceps. "Look at her," she mused, pinching the flesh just to watch Sara jerk beneath Paige’s weight. "Like a bug pinned to a board." Sara’s eyelids fluttered wildly, her pupils blown wide with panic, and Sydney laughed—a rich, throaty sound that curled around the wet squelch of Paige’s hips. "Mmm, she’s trying to beg," Sydney observed, leaning down. "Too bad nobody’s listening."
Paige didn’t answer—couldn’t—her breath hitching as she arched her back, grinding Sara’s nose deeper into the soaked fabric of her thong. She could feel Sara’s tongue flicker weakly against her clit, the sensation sending sparks up her spine. "Oh fuck," she gasped, her thighs trembling. "She’s—*mmh*—still fighting." Her grip tightened in Sara’s hair, yanking her face flush against her pelvis. The redhead’s muffled scream vibrated through her, perfectly timed with the rhythmic clench of Paige’s thighs.
Sydney watched from the sidelines, her fingers tracing idle circles over Sara’s twitching calf. "Mmm, she’s waking up," she murmured, pinching the muscle just to feel Sara jerk beneath Paige’s weight. The redhead’s eyelids fluttered wildly, her pupils blown wide with panic as Paige rolled her hips in relentless circles. "Good," Sydney purred, leaning down to whisper in Sara’s ear. "You don’t get to sleep through this."
Paige’s breath hitched as Sara’s tongue flicked weakly against her clit through the soaked fabric of her thong—an instinctive, desperate flicker that sent sparks up her spine. "Oh fuck," she gasped, her thighs trembling as she arched her back. Her grip tightened in Sara’s hair, forcing her face deeper into the suffocating press of her crotch. "That’s it," Paige panted, riding Sara’s face with ruthless precision. "Take it all." Sara’s muffled groan vibrated against her clit, the sound dissolving into wet, stuttering gasps as Paige ground down harder.
Sydney leaned in closer, her fingers trailing up Sara’s twitching thigh to pinch the soft flesh of her inner leg. The redhead’s body jerked violently, her hips bucking against nothing as Paige’s weight pinned her in place. "Look at her," Sydney murmured, her voice dripping amusement. "Like a fucking ragdoll." Sara’s arms flailed weakly, her fingers clawing at Paige’s calves before dropping limp again—her nails leaving faint red crescents in their wake.
With a low chuckle, Paige finally lifted her hips, peeling her soaked thong away from Sara’s slack mouth with a wet pop. The redhead gasped—a ragged, desperate sound—but before she could even blink the stars from her vision, Paige swung a leg over her head and rose gracefully. Sweat gleamed on her thighs as she stretched, rolling her shoulders with satisfaction. "Thanks for sharing," she tossed over her shoulder, flashing Sydney a smirk before sauntering toward the locker room, her hips swaying with each step.
Sydney’s grin was wolfish as she watched Paige go, then turned her attention back to Sara’s twitching form. The redhead’s chest heaved, her lips glistening with spit and the lingering musk of Paige’s thong. "Oh, don’t look so relieved," Sydney purred, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her own damp thong. She peeled it down slowly, letting the fabric snap against Sara’s flushed cheeks before stepping over her head once more. "We’re not done yet."
Sara’s groan was weak, her hands fluttering up in a pathetic attempt to shield herself—but Sydney caught her wrists effortlessly, pinning them to the mat with one hand while the other spread her own cheeks. "Uh-uh," she tutted, lowering herself until the heat of her ass hovered just above Sara’s mouth. "You’ve still got a job to do." The first press of bare skin against Sara’s lips drew a muffled whimper, but Sydney only laughed, grinding forward until Sara’s nose vanished between her cheeks. "There we go," she cooed. "Lick."
The first tentative flick of Sara’s tongue against Sydney’s asshole was hesitant—almost shy—but the blonde rewarded her with a slow, rolling grind that forced her face deeper. "That’s it," Sydney breathed, arching her back as Sara’s tongue traced a wet, trembling circle around her rim. The sensation sent sparks up her spine, and she rocked her hips in time with Sara’s strokes, each one a little bolder than the last. "God, you’re good at this," she taunted, twisting Sara’s nipple between her fingers just to feel her gasp against her skin. "Bet you never thought you’d end up here, huh? Tongue buried in my ass like some desperate little—*oh fuck*—"
Sara’s moan vibrated against her sphincter when Sydney clenched down, the involuntary spasm dragging a ragged gasp from the blonde’s lips. "Christ," Sydney hissed, her thighs trembling as she rode Sara’s face with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. The redhead’s tongue flickered against her rim in frantic little strokes—half instinct, half desperation—each one sending jolts of heat through Sydney’s core. "Yeah, just like that," she murmured, pressing down harder until Sara’s nose bumped against her clit. The angle was perfect, the pressure divine, and Sydney’s fingers knotted in Sara’s hair as she felt the first flutter of orgasm building low in her belly.
She teased the edge mercilessly, lifting just enough to let Sara gulp air before slamming back down, her ass swallowing the redhead’s face whole. Sara’s tongue surged forward, lapping at Sydney’s puckered hole like a starved thing—wet, desperate strokes that made Sydney’s vision blur. "Fuck, you love this," she taunted, grinding forward until Sara’s nose disappeared between her cheeks. The redhead’s muffled whimper was music to her ears, the vibrations against her clit pushing her closer. "Bet you never thought you’d be this good at eating ass, huh?" Sydney’s laugh was breathless, her thighs quaking as Sara’s tongue plunged deeper, circling her rim with frantic precision.
She arched, riding Sara’s face like a throne, every roll of her hips forcing the redhead’s tongue deeper into her asshole. The sensation was electric—hot, wet, and so fucking desperate—that Sydney could feel her climax coiling tight in her belly. "Don’t stop," she gasped, fingers twisting in Sara’s hair hard enough to make her whine. The sound vibrated against her clit, and Sydney snapped, her orgasm crashing over her in ragged waves. Her thighs clenched around Sara’s head, sealing her face tighter against her ass as she rode it out, the redhead’s tongue still working her through every shuddering pulse.
With a groan, Sydney shifted her hips, grinding her asshole down onto Sara’s nose instead—sealing it shut—before slamming her full weight onto her face. Sara’s muffled scream was lost beneath the suffocating press of Sydney’s cheeks, her breath hitching in panic as her nostrils flared helplessly against the blonde’s puckered rim. "Mmm, that’s it," Sydney purred, rolling her hips just enough to feel Sara’s nose twitch inside her. "No air for you now, sweetheart." The words dripped honey-thick amusement as she settled deeper, letting her sweat-slick crack swallow Sara’s nose whole.
Sydney sighed, stretching her arms above her head as she flexed her thighs—every movement pressing Sara’s face tighter against her. "God, I love this part," she mused, glancing down at Sara’s twitching legs. "Knowing you’re trapped under me, nose-deep in my asshole, with nothing to breathe but me." Sara’s fingers clawed at Sydney’s calves, her nails leaving faint red trails before going limp again. Sydney chuckled, tracing idle circles over Sara’s collarbone with her nails. "Bet it’s all you can smell, huh? Just my ass—hot, sweaty, and so fucking thick." She arched her back, grinding down harder until Sara’s muffled whimper vibrated against her sphincter.
She could feel Sara’s nose twitching inside her—tiny, frantic flares against her rim that only made her clench tighter. "Oh, you are trying to breathe," Sydney cooed, mock-sympathetic. "But nah, sweetheart. That’s mine now." Sara’s thighs jerked beneath her, heels drumming against the mat in weak, erratic spasms. Sydney tilted her head, watching the redhead’s eyelids flutter wildly before rolling back. "There it is," she murmured, rolling her hips in slow, suffocating circles. "Just let go. It’s easier." The words slithered out like smoke, curling around Sara’s fading consciousness as Sydney’s asshole swallowed her nose whole.
Sydney bit her lip, savoring the precise moment Sara’s body went slack—the tension bleeding out of her limbs like a puppeteer’s strings being snipped. "Mmm, that’s better," she sighed, grinding down harder just because she could. The heat of Sara’s unconscious breath against her asshole was barely a whisper now, shallow and sporadic. She reached down, fingers curling around Sara’s throat, thumb pressing into the fluttering pulse beneath her jawline. The rhythm was sluggish but steady—like a metronome running out of batteries—and Sydney grinned. "Still ticking," she mused, rocking forward to seal Sara’s lips beneath her cheeks. "Guess that means I’m not done with you yet."
She shifted her weight deliberately, rolling her hips until Sara’s nose squished deeper into her asshole—the tight ring of muscle gripping the bridge like a vise. The sensation sent a shiver up Sydney’s spine, her own breath hitching as she imagined Sara’s nostrils flaring uselessly against the humid press of her skin. No air. No escape. Just the slow, inevitable descent into oblivion beneath the relentless crush of her ass. Sydney traced idle circles over Sara’s collarbone, nails scraping lightly enough to raise goosebumps. "Bet you dreamed about this, huh?" she taunted, though Sara couldn’t hear her. "Getting smothered into next week by a real woman."
The mat beneath them creaked as Sydney arched her back, lifting slightly—just enough to let Sara’s nose slip free with a wet pop—before slamming back down harder. Sara’s body jolted, a reflexive gasp rattling in her chest before Sydney’s cheeks sealed over her mouth and nose again. "Oops," Sydney purred, grinding in slow, torturous circles. "Almost gave you a breath." Sara’s legs twitched, heels scraping against the mat in weak, stuttering kicks, but Sydney barely noticed. Her focus was on the way Sara’s eyelashes fluttered—the way her pulse thrummed unevenly beneath Sydney’s palm.
She leaned forward, letting her sweat-slick stomach press against Sara’s chest, relishing the way the redhead’s ribs strained beneath her weight. "You’re so small like this," Sydney murmured, dragging her tongue along her own bottom lip. "All crushed under me, fighting for air you’re not gonna get." Sara’s fingers spasmed against Sydney’s thighs, nails digging half-moons into the taut muscle before going limp again. Sydney chuckled, rolling her hips just enough to feel Sara’s nose twitch inside her. "God, you’re perfect," she sighed, clenching down hard enough to draw a muffled whimper from Sara’s throat. The sound vibrated against her asshole, sending a jolt of heat straight to her core.
Sydney let her head fall back, eyes fluttering shut as she savored the sensation—Sara’s weak, fluttering breaths against her skin, the slick slide of her own sweat between them, the way Sara’s body jerked beneath her in useless little twitches. She could feel the redhead’s consciousness slipping, her pulse stuttering under Sydney’s palm like a dying engine. "Almost there," she purred, grinding down harder. The wet squelch of Sara’s nose buried in her asshole was obscene, the sound sharp enough to make Sydney’s toes curl. "Just a little deeper—"
Then, with a theatrical sigh, she lifted her hips, peeling her ass off Sara’s face with a wet pop. The redhead lay motionless, her lips parted, her nose glistening with sweat and Sydney’s musk. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Sydney’s fingers stayed curled around Sara’s throat, her thumb pressed to the fading pulse. Then—a gasp. Ragged, wet, desperate. Sara’s chest heaved, her lungs clawing for air as her body jerked in a violent cough. Spit dribbled down her chin, her eyelids fluttering but never quite opening.
Sydney watched, rapt, as Sara’s breaths settled into shallow, stuttering gulps—each one weaker than the last. The redhead’s fingers twitched against the mat, her legs spasming in tiny, involuntary kicks, but she didn’t wake. Just a doll, limp and used. Sydney traced a finger over Sara’s bottom lip, smearing drool across her cheek. "That’s it," she murmured, pressing down until Sara’s breath hitched. "Just take it." Another cough. Another gasp. Sydney’s grin widened.
She rocked forward once more, dragging her ass over Sara’s face in a slow, wet smear—cheeks pressing flush against slack lips, her sweat painting Sara’s skin glossy. The redhead’s breath hitched, nostrils flaring weakly against the suffocating heat of Sydney’s flesh, but she didn’t stir. Sydney clenched, just enough to feel Sara’s nose bend beneath her. "Mine," she whispered, imprinting the word into Sara’s skin like a brand. Then, with a sigh, she lifted.
Sydney stood, rolling her shoulders as she surveyed the wreckage beneath her. Sara’s chest rose in erratic twitches, her lips parted around silent pleas for air. Drool pooled beneath her cheek, glistening under the locker room lights. The blonde nudged Sara’s thigh with her toes, watching the muscle twitch like a dying insect. "Pathetic," she murmured, though her voice lacked its usual venom. Even unconscious, Sara’s body fought—a reflexive gasp here, a shuddering cough there. Sydney’s toes traced the sweat-damp hollow of Sara’s throat, pressing just enough to feel the flutter of her pulse.
She crouched suddenly, fingers threading through Sara’s tangled hair, tilting the redhead’s face toward her. Sara’s eyelids didn’t so much as flutter. Her breath hitched—wet, shallow—but her pupils remained still beneath paper-thin lids. Sydney’s thumb dragged over Sara’s bottom lip, smearing spit across her chin. "Look at you," she whispered, almost reverent. "All used up." The words curled between them, heavy with something that wasn’t quite triumph.
Just before straightening, she pressed one last, lingering kiss to Sara’s slack mouth—more claim than comfort—then wiped her lips with the back of her hand. The mat squeaked as she rose, rolling her shoulders with a satisfied groan. Sara’s body remained where she’d left it: legs splayed, arms limp at her sides, throat mottled with the ghost of fingerprints. Sydney’s gaze lingered on the slow, uneven rise of her chest.
The locker room door swung shut behind her with a pneumatic sigh, sealing Sara—still unconscious, still twitching—inside. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead as Sydney padded toward the showers, her hips swaying with each step. Steam curled around her shoulders as she twisted the faucet, water sluicing down her back in rivulets that carried the scent of sweat and salt and Sara’s panicked tears down the drain.