You’ve seen me wrestle for control before—but this time, it’s not just about strength.
This isn’t your usual match. No pins, no points—just power, surrender, and a tension that hits deeper.

I let the singlet slip. took control. And I let him.

In this scene, we stepped out of the ring and into something darker, more deliberate.
The grips are firmer. The gaze? Unflinching. The dynamic? Pure heat.
Consent is the foundation—everything else? Playful, primal, and real.

Watch what happens when the rules change, but the intensity only grows.