Just two thick, soaked gladiatrixes grinding from the core, hips locked, thighs clenched, sweat flying.
The goal? No orgasms. No taps.
Only one result: who passes out first.
The rematch picks up exactly where it left off:
Two warriors in the dark. Bare. Breathing heavy. Drenched in their own effort.
Core to core. Mound to mound.
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? 10:01–11:00 — Reset to Zero
They both break apart for one breath. Just one.
Crawling back to their knees. Sweat streaks between their thighs like warpaint.
Then—without a word—they slam forward into each other again.
No hands. No hairpulls.
Just pressure.
Pelvises collide. Clits slide.
Thighs spread wide, but locked at the same time.
Their lower bellies and hips twist and roll, trying to dominate the rhythm.
It’s not a race—it’s a grind of wills.
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? 11:01–13:00 — Deep Core Clench
Stephanie drops to her elbows, getting under Medina’s pressure, and starts to grind upward from beneath—every thrust low, from her deep core, driving up and in like a piston.
Medina moans but doesn’t back off—she leans in harder, hips rolling forward with crushing purpose, trying to collapse Stephanie’s resistance from the top.
It’s like two tectonic plates colliding under ocean heat.
No words. Just grunts. Breaths. Thuds.
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? 13:01–15:00 — Bruising Battle
Their mounds are slapping now—wet, swollen, red from friction.
Neither gives up the grind.
Stephanie pulses in bursts.
Medina rotates in grinding figure-8s.
Every now and then, Stephanie shudders—but steadies.
Medina starts to pant—but digs in deeper.
They keep going. Ribcages heaving. Faces smeared. Inner thighs bruised.
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? 15:01–17:00 — It Gets Slower… and Worse
Stephanie’s abs are shaking now. Medina’s arms have dropped to the mat.
They’re both grinding hands-free—only their hips still moving.
It's mechanical now. Automatic. Unrelenting.
Their foreheads are pressed together, slick with sweat.
Eyes open but barely seeing.
They're just moving now. Pure instinct.
Core on core. Bone on bone.
Every slow grind is a test:
> “Will this one be the last?”
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? 17:01–18:30 — Medina Wavers
Medina starts to slip.
Her hips lose rhythm for just a moment. Stephanie feels it.
She lets out a deep animal growl—pure from the diaphragm—and pulses upward with three brutal full-core thrusts, slamming into Medina’s center like she's trying to break her apart.
Medina gasps. Loud.
Her body jerks.
She tries to keep her rhythm—but her stomach seizes.
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? 18:31–19:30 — Sleep Takes Her
Medina’s hands go limp.
Her hips lock mid-grind.
Her head drops forward onto Stephanie’s shoulder.
Then… slides sideways, cheek falling against her.
Breath still coming. But no movement.
Just slow twitching thighs and a leaking trail of surrender.
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? 19:31–20:00 — Stephanie’s Statement
Stephanie keeps grinding for a few more strokes.
Slow. Victorious.
Not to score. But to etch it in memory.
She lifts Medina’s head gently… sees her eyelids fluttering, lips parted, face dazed beyond comprehension.
> “Night-night, baby. Come back when you got the guts to finish it.”
Stephanie lays her down flat. One hand on her own bruised belly, one foot on Medina’s thigh.
Sweat still dripping. But standing tall.
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? FINAL RESULT: Stephanie Pentoja wins by KNOCKOUT (via core pressure)
> Time of unconsciousness: 19:17
Fight type: Eternal Loop Match #2
Victory condition:
(Grind-Out KO)
