Rose Gold's landing had been anything but smooth. She had found herself without sense, entirely consumed by the growing ecstasy between her bare thighs. She had been moaning and near the edge of climax when Gosu's legs had caught her. Her vision blurred by a fine, pink mist. When she was pulled off it was without ceremony and resulted in all of her weight crashing down atop her head. It left her dizzy and moaning in a new, less erotic way.
"Ngh..."
Her first sign of stirring was met by her opponent driving her head back into the canvas with her powerful thighs.
"Ahn!" She yelled out, though offered no other resistance. Gosu's pale, lovely thighs were all she could see within the head scissor. That, and the tiny black spots that kept popping in and out of her vision. She was worse than dazed now, and it was clear as Gosu pulled her to a knee by her golden tresses. She was drooling. Gosu's previous maneuvers had knocked her free of her for a loop.
As Gosu completed her round trip she found that Rose had hardly moved. She swayed, gently, her body instinctively maintaining her balance. It made her head little more than a ball on a tee. Rose was cunning and technical. An artist with manipulating her opponent's bodies and minds. But she wasn't the most durable... And had been known to be easily devastated by power type attacks.
Gosu's knee struck with the sound of a home run hit. A sickeningly hollow
crack!
"Buh!" Was all the dizzied blonde could offer in her defense as the strike relieved her of her consciousness. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body fell backwards. The angle, prevented her from fully toppling and instead resulted in her recoiling back and falling forward onto her face.
The position left her top down, bottom up. Her cheek against the canvas as she soaked it in saliva. Her eyes white and wide. Her thighs spread as her hips were pushed into the air. This offered a delicious view of her plentiful, plump backside. The position begged for a face between them and offered full view of her vulva against her tight leotard. Her thighs ran slick with her arousal, a result of what had, just moments before, been a rather dominant showing. The canvas between her knees was dotted with moisture. A shameful drip.
