Talk Derby To Me

Everybody was already limbering up at the rink—everybody except Arabelle and Sovereign. Inside Suzy’s cramped office, Arabelle perched on the desk and announced she was pregnant. Two minutes later, the trio spilled onto the track with the news: Arabelle was sitting the Texas Brawl out. Gia’s mouth tightened. She wanted another jammer. Elsa’s face went white, but she squared her shoulders and offered herself. Shock rolled through the room. The bout was back on. Hours later, the final whistle had barely sounded when Elsa knocked at Allison’s trailer. She carried a six-pack and a smirk. They did not get past the threshold. Allison set the bottles down; Elsa dropped to her knees and peeled the spandex shorts down Allison’s legs. The older woman braced herself on the counter while Elsa buried her tongue in her cunt, sucking, flicking, tasting. Allison’s thighs trembled. She hooked her fingers in Elsa’s hair, dragged her up, shoved her onto the narrow bed, and returned the favor until the metal frame groaned. They turned on each other again, mouths wet, fingers slippery, gasping and swearing through two shared climaxes, then a third—raw and relentless—until they collapsed in a tangled knot of ink, sweat, and satisfaction.