Rose leaned forward, grinding her flower and ass into her opponents youthful features. The hand that hadn't exposed herself came around and gave her own ass a slap. The force causing her cheeks to quake on either side of Izzia's airways.
"Hnnn. You feel amazing. Don't stop!" She encouraged her downed opponents struggling. Her whining, moaning, and panting serving to stimulate everything between her plush thighs.
Her hand then moved to run along Izzia's body. As a means of rewarding her. She drew sweet, sensual lines along her midriff with her fingernails. Tickling and teasing her exposed midsection. She drug her fingers from the waistband of her skirt all the way to the base of her breasts. She cupped them gently. Kneading and massaging them in a lover's grasp.
'This is wrestling, MY Polish Princess' She thought, as Izzia coerced another wave of pleasure through her with her struggles.