Creampuff vs. Cinnamon Roll! Barbara vs. Miss Fallacy

[pu-level-up]

Barbara pressed down with her legs, firmly locking Miss Fallacy in so the pinkette couldn't just kick her legs out and get away. She put up a bit of a struggle, but it wasn't so much that the idol couldn't handle it. After all, Barbara had established early on this match that she was stronger than her opponent.

The idol looked down at Miss Fallacy's blushing face with a wide grin. "We've just been teasing each other this whole match," Barbara said, her fingers tracing lines across Miss Fallacy's still covered crotch, "Even though you came out here flaunting your lewd body in this outfit... Surely you can't wait any longer, right Miss Fallacy?" Barbara gently pried away the thin covering, exposing Miss Fallacy's glistening pink sex to the crowd. "Look at how wet you already are!"

The idol ran two fingers along Miss Fallacy's now exposed pussy, teasing her as she continued taunting her with lewd words. "This whole time you wanted me to just give it to you good, didn't you? Your body's been begging for it! No need to hold back any longer, we both know what you want! Just beg me for it and I'll bring us to the grand finale!"

Even if Miss Fallacy didn't beg though, Barbara wouldn't stop. She would push a finger deep inside the pinkette's sex, driving all the way in to the knuckle, before pumping in and out. Once she felt Miss Fallacy had loosened and wettened enough, she would thrust a second finger in, hooking them inside as she really began pumping in and out as fast as she could, working over Miss Fallacy's sex until she lost control and came hard!

[Monsy]

This state reeked of her debut.
She wanted nothing more than to do better than that, in every match going forward. But everything down to how her legs hoisted up, folded, the burn put into Fallacy’s face and the shame, unease and terror was all too familiar. It just missed one thing…

“h-hey…” Her protest was hush. Rather, her throat was tied up once her sex came into view of cameras for all. That shimmer and gloss of fresh polish, clean-shaven and delicate folds making up a delicate, sacred place, a perfect place that warmed up to Barbara’s fingers, earning a groan from the tired and aroused Fallacy. It was like butterflies. Feeling cold while exposed, but heated in all the right places. She was a plum from all of it. Her teeth chattered and she nibbled on her bottom lip, watching closely.

“I--I….” Begging?
Fallacy wasn’t in any world to do much more than whine. She didn’t know what words were. Just random noises, mixed up and mashed, an awful attempt to speak. What was clearer is her groan. Deep, slick, her walls having squeezed on Barbara’s finger. She was tight as a vice. “I-...ita…..” Hold it in…

“A-Aagh…” Her body trembled from the pump. She closed her eyes and kept her mind elsewhere. Should be easy enough, like a trip down the stairs and walking it off. She can walk this off. “h-hAA…ooo…Gh--” A second finger. Hooked and the added pump, momentum and rhythm became louder to ignore. Her mind was screaming. Yet she was only whimpering. Her weak spot, touched and punished did well to loosen her up. Juices coated those fingers as a lovely sex-scented cream, clear and warm. She began to moan, soft and gentle, still reminiscent of a more invigorated whine, as those digits got a squelch which each dive. Her hands held close to her chest. Still watching. The feeling was exploding in her body. She had this sense of fluttering. Everything was numb, like she couldn’t move. Her legs started spasming, hips too, her gut done into knots and with a little longer.. “I---I’m c--cuu-ccummming!” She threw her head back in that syllable. Everything bucked and twitched. Her toes curled up, as did her hands, grip and clutch her own chest. Three gushes of her cum could soak their fingers, each between a small contraction that her dizzying by the end, spent and almost sputtering off into dreamland.

[pu-level-up]

As Barbara fingered Miss Fallacy, she could tell the pinkette cutie was rapidly weakening, her will to fight being sapped as pleasure clouded her mind. She was going to cum hard, the idol knew it! But to win the match, Barbara had to do more than just make Miss Fallacy orgasm in front of everyone. She shot the referee a quick look, the red girl understanding and quickly handing Barbara the tool she needed to secure her victory. Miss Fallacy didn't even notice when Barbara snapped the collar around her neck, so lost in her world of pleasure that she was. Once she had her victory secured, Barbara went in for the kill.

"Yes, cum for me!" Barbara said, "Cum hard all over my fingers!" She didn't need to wait, with one more wet squelch Miss Fallacy's dam burst, hot girl-cum shooting out and coating Barbara's hand. The idol let out a happy giggle, driving her fingers in deep and hooking right on Miss Fallacy's g-spot, continually stimulating her to further extend her pleasure. She only pulled out her fingers when Miss Fallacy was totally drained, allowing the pinkette to drop to her knees on the mats.

"Yes!" Barbara said, holding up her glistening fingers to show the audience proof of her victory. She then bent down and grabbed the leash attached to Miss Fallacy's collar, giving it a sharp tug. The pinkette may have only then realized she was collared when she came, sealing her defeat. "That's right Miss Fallacy, you've cum when you're collared!" Barbara said, "That means you've lost, and you're mind for the evening!"

With a bright smile on her face, the idol tugged on the collar again, forcing Miss Fallacy to crawl around the ring on all fours, parading her to show her triumph. "Ohh we're gonna have so much fun tonight!" Barbara said, her grin turning devious as she imagined all the naughty things they were going to get up to.

[Monsy]

Winner via Orgasm: Sparkling Idol Barbara