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fingers slick with sweat and pool water. Hilary's gasp was raw, her back arching as Natalie's fingers speared into her without warning.
"You like that, you little slut?" Natalie whispered against Hilary's ear as her fingers twisted deeper. Hilary's thighs trembled, her knees buckling as Natalie's knuckles ground against her clit. The jumbotron zoomed in mercilessly—every jerk of Hilary's hips, every twitch of her stomach muscles broadcast in high definition. Natalie curled her fingers, dragging a choked moan from Hilary's throat. The sound was half pain, half something else entirely, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.
Hilary's fingers slipped against Natalie's sweat-slick skin, her grip faltering as Natalie twisted violently beneath her. The blonde gasped—her nails scraping uselessly over Natalie's collarbone before losing contact entirely. The sudden absence of resistance sent Hilary lurching forward, her bare knees skidding across the ice with a wet squeak.
Natalie's fingers twisted deeper inside Hilary, the wet heat of her pulsing around her knuckles. The moan that ripped from Hilary's throat was ragged, uncontrolled—music to Natalie's ears as she finger fucked her harder.
Hilary's body arched violently—her spine bowing like a snapped rubber band as Natalie's fingers pistoned inside her. Every muscle locked tight, her toes curling against the ice until her joints ached. The orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer to the gut, her vision whiting out as her thighs clamped around Natalie's wrist. The crowd's roar turned distant, muffled—like she'd been plunged underwater again—as her hips jerked in helpless spasms.
Hilary's body gave out all at once—her muscles turned to jelly, her bones to liquid. She collapsed forward like a marionette with its strings cut, her bare chest smacking wetly against Natalie's equally slick skin. Their sweat mingled, sticky and warm, as Hilary's dead weight pinned Natalie to the ice. Natalie wheezed beneath her—too wrecked to even shiver.
The referee hovered over them. Both girls lay tangled on the ice, their limbs limp—Hilary’s bare chest rising in shallow hitches, her pussy soaked by more than just ice water. Natalie barely clinging to her hips. It looked like they were down for the count. Even the drunkest fans in the front row leaned forward, beers forgotten, the whole crowd cheering and screaming for the teen starlets and this outstanding catfight and waiting to see who’d move first.
It was Natalie. Her fingers twitched first—just a faint spasm against Hilary’s hipbone, but enough to send a ripple through the crowd. Then her elbow jerked, scraping against the ice with a wet squeak. Hilary didn’t move, her blonde hair tangled across both their faces.
Natalie's hands grabbed Hilary's limp shoulders, fingers digging into sweat-slick titties as she shoved with what little strength she had left. Hilary's body rolled off her like a sack of wet sand, her bare chest smacking against the ice with a dull thud. A weak groan escaped Hilary's lips—proof she wasn't completely out—but Natalie didn't care. She gasped as the weight lifted, her lungs finally able to expand fully, the cold air stinging her raw throat.
Natalie grabbed Hilary's hair and dragged the blonde across the arena floor—not with care, not with hesitation—but with raw, unhinged purpose toward the other kiddie pool.
Hilary’s eyelids fluttered, her vision swimming in and out of focus. Every muscle in her body had turned to wet sand, her limbs refusing to obey the weak commands her brain was sputtering out. Natalie’s grip in her hair was the only thing keeping her upright—her scalp burning where strands ripped free with every jerking step toward the second kiddie pool. The crowd’s chants sounded like they were underwater.
Natalie's fingers unclenched with a wet pop—Hilary's hair slipping free as the blonde crumpled to her knees. For a second, Natalie just watched, her own thighs trembling, The crowd's chants were a distant buzz in Hilary's ears, her vision tunneling as she swayed on all fours.
Hilary's fingers curled into fists against the ice. The arena lights blurred above her as she stood and swayed upright, her tits frozen, goosebumps racing down her arms. The second kiddie pool loomed behind her—a glittering death trap waiting to swallow her whole.
Hilary's lips peeled back in a weak snarl. Natalie loomed over her, panting just as hard, her dark hair plastered to her flushed cheeks. The crowd's noise faded into a dull roar as Hilary's vision narrowed to Natalie's smirking face. With the last of her strength, Hilary sucked in a shuddering breath and spat. The wad splattered against Natalie's collarbone, sliding down her slick skin in a glistening trail. The crowd erupted—some laughing, others jeering.
Natalie's fist cracked against Hilary's jaw with a wet smack that sent spit flying. The impact snapped Hilary's head sideways, her blonde hair whipping in the wind. The crowd's roar surged—a tidal wave of sound crashing over the ring as Hilary's knees buckled. She swayed for before collapsing backward into the ice water.
Natalie dropped to her knees. The cold bit into her bare skin, but the fire in her veins burned hotter. She didn’t just want to win—she wanted to break Hilary.
Hilary wasn't moving. The arena lights refracted through the water to cast eerie blue shadows across her frozen tits. Her arms drifted aimlessly, fingers slightly curled—not fighting, not even twitching. Just... still. The crowd's noise dimmed to a muffled hum, their faces pressing against the barricades as they craned to see if she'd surface.
Natalie's voice cut through the arena like a rusty saw, raw and ragged from screaming. "Count her out!"
The referee's voice boomed through the speakers—"ONE!"—as Hilary's limp fingers twitched beneath the icy surface. The crowd's chants turned feverish, fists pounding against the barricades, Natalie thought: *Staydownstaydownstaydown.* "TWO!" Hilary floated, motionless except for the slow drift of her blonde hair in the water. A bubble escaped her parted lips—small, insignificant—popping against the surface. "THREE!" Natalie's fists clenched as she leaned over the pool's edge. The jumbotron zoomed in on Hilary, the blue-tinted skin rising ever so slightly.
Seven seconds later, the ref was declaring Natalie the winner. The arena exploded. Natalie swayed on her knees, the last of her strength leaking out through her fingertips. She barely noticed when the ref raised her arm—just a numb jerk of muscle, her wrist limp in her grip.
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