Eva wiped sweat from her brow, her dark blue hair clinging to her damp cheeks, pink streaks glowing faintly.
Her knit top stretched taut over her full chest, soaked and clinging, her skirt hugging her strong thighs, blue lace peeking as she stood. Her green eyes gleamed with quiet triumph.
"We did what they didn't expect," she said, her voice low but fierce, a steel thread weaving her inner circle together.
Olivia, panting, pushed her wavy bob back, her charcoal-gray pants clinging to her hips, damp with sweat.
Her hazel eyes were sharp, unflinching.
"We're not their joke anymore," she said, her nod curt but heavy with resolve.
Nellie shifted beside them, her thick thighs trembling slightly from the strain, her big ass straining her skirt, white lace flashing as she moved.
Her cheeks were flushed, her gray eyes shining with a pride she'd never dared feel before.
She'd scored.
She'd mattered.