Kelly Conway Vs. Phoebe Oakley

Phoebe was beginning to grow more and more desperate as her hard pounding seemed to have no effect on Kelly. She did not know how much pain she was inflicting on the veteran wrestler. All the cowgirl knew was that she was, slowly but surely, beginning to run out of air.

When Kelly managed to grab her arms and lock them behind her back, Phoebe began to scream, craning her head back and forth trying to bite her opponentâ€s legs. She would do anything, now, to turn this match around and secure her victory, but, after a thoroughly even encounter, it had been Kelly who had finally been able to assert her control. Phoebe would not admit it to herself or to anyone else, but her defeat was now just a matter of time.

“Ack!” she wheezed, as the pressure on her neck increased. Her vision began to blur. She couldnâ€t think straight. This was very, very bad. “Aaaaahhck! F-f-fuck you, l-lousy cunt…”

“No!” Phoebe exclaimed, half screaming and half wheezing as her air was beginning to run out. She only had a few seconds left, and it seemed all but certain that she was going to lose this match. She could not believe it—after all of the damage and the pain she had inflicted on Kelly, the bitch was still going to find a way to come out on top. Phoebe would get her back for this. The cowgirl promised herself that.

“N-no…f-fuck you! Fuck! I—I am…wonâ€t…”

She tried to make sense, but she could not think straight long enough to form a proper thought. Instead, as she felt unconsciousness looming, Phoebe would try to crane her neck forward one last time to bite down on Kellyâ€s powerful thigh. It was too little, too late for her, however, and the furious cowgirl would at last pass out between the veteranâ€s legs.