Locke ((full)) — Elly Clutch Sophia

“You hold tight, Elly,” Sophia murmured, close enough to hear the smile in her voice.

Then came the reversal. Sophia’s legs found their rhythm — body scissors that squeezed the air out of the room. Elly’s jaw tightened. Not pain. Respect. elly clutch sophia locke

The mat was a silent witness. On one side, Elly Clutch, coiled and precise, her fingers flexing like she was already counting down the seconds to submission. On the other, Sophia Locke, calm as still water, but with a gaze that could cut glass. “You hold tight, Elly,” Sophia murmured, close enough