[Hentai POW Match] Lunara Ashmore (D) vs Angelina Tarrant (D) - Double debut means double pleasure

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"Your mouth says evil bitch," Lunara purred. "But your body says yes yes, please, fuck me, so why don't you let your mouth start telling the truth?"

Lunara grinned after these words, and her fingers began to move faster. And whether Angelina wanted it or not, she really followed the predator's advice. An invisible barrier seemed to disappear in the throat of the red-haired girl. She began to moan, barely finding the strength to suppress these loud and sweet moans.

Each person is certainly unique. But absolutely everyone craves pleasure. The only difference is how much you're willing to hide it. At the moment when the walls of Angelina's pussy relaxed, she had nothing more to hide. At that moment, the Jaguarnudi received carte blanche. Was there any chance that she wouldn't take advantage of it? Not a single one. She wanted to make Angelina cum here and now, in front of all these spectators who enjoyed the curved body of young and hot Angelina.

However, a remote corner of the American girl's soul, still demanding resistance, made itself felt. Using her hands, she tried to start crawling forward as if it were a classic submission hold. Yes, it really had a chance to work in a standard match because a single leg Boston crab was aimed at damage to one leg, while leaving the opportunity for the opponent to use their hands and the other leg.

"If you reach the ropes, I'll have to stop," Lunara said, licking her lips. "Is this really what you want, my sweet Angelina?"

The red-haired girl didn't give her an answer, instead covering her mouth with her palm, although even that didn't stop the moans bursting out. Angelina's face was as red as a tomato. Her mouth was drooling. And tears were streaming from her eyes. The Jaguarundi tilted her head slightly to the side when she saw her opponent raise her hand in order to make another attempt to get to the ropes. Oh, this girl's willpower was very impressive. But...

"Right choice," Lunara said the moment Angelina's hand landed on the mat.

This time the dam burst. The predator felt what she wanted to feel from the very beginning. Her opponent's body seemed to go limp. It was a very subtle, unusual moment, but the blonde felt it in all its glory. Goosebumps ran over her skin, and her breathing stopped for a moment. And the reason for this was that she felt that Angelina's resistance was broken.

Therefore, the predator decided to move on to the final act of their match. So many juices flowed from Angelina's pussy that a small puddle began to form under her. The blonde felt that her ass began to slide slightly on her opponent's back because of the sweat. All this indicated that Angelina was ready. The red-haired girl's body began to twitch. And even if she was still willing to deny it, the conclusion would be obvious to Lunara. She knew what her opponent wanted and she was determined to give it to her.

She still had three fingers free. And she intended to use them. The middle and ring fingers remained inside Angelina's pussy, continuing to move back and forth. Sticking out her little finger and index finger, the predator was going to create a quartet, allowing these fingers to slide along Angelina's labia with each movement back and forth. And then she was going to stick out her thumb too. With this last finger, she intended to start massaging her rival's sphincter, thereby involving all five fingers in the work.

"Louder!" she demanded. "LOUDER!!! I want the whole of Tokyo to hear your blissful moans!!!"

Listening to Angelina's growing moans, Lunara even closed her eyes. It was a real pleasure. Most of the partners in her life were ten times more passive than she was. Yes, of course, sex is sex and it gave her pleasure. But she loved it when someone made an attempt to dominate her. And even more, she loved to force her partners to abandon their aspirations for domination, giving themselves up to her mercy. Today Angelina tried to subdue her, today this red-haired girl tried to make Lunara her bitch. And now, when the American girl was dripping with juices and literally screamed with pleasure at the caresses of Lunara, it brought the Jaguarundi into ecstasy.

"The hunt is over," she said, and with true delight.

All that remained was to put a small cherry on top of the cake. Angelina's twitching hips were the best hint of that. Lunara believed that the red-haired girl had reached her limit. And when you reach the limit, it's always time for the climax. A smile appeared on the blonde's face. She was going to pull Angelina's right leg in order to cause painful sensations. And at the same moment she made one last sharp movement. Her middle and ring fingers entered Angelina's pussy to the maximum depth. Her thumb pressed on the sphincter, and the little finger and index finger pressed on the side folds of the labia of the red-haired girl. The predator wanted to make it grand and she wanted Angelina to never forget this debut match. And this combination of pain and pleasure was supposed to ensure that.

[Monsy]

Mm-nope, body still calls ya an evil bitchstick.
Not that her protest had much meaning.
These are new waters that she wasn’t sure how to sail through. She gave it her best broadside, mapped its stars and got an idea. Every step of the way, she seemed to stutter, now it was one too many. Being adept at resisting things like pain and pleasure was never her core. She pushed through it. Through shivers and tears. At this moment, she was soaked in both. Her body was bent, so much that her spine had its own knot that would rip if she was forced back down. Her pussy was stuffed by an experienced hand, who knew every button to move to pull on such a rookie. Those digits would gain a sopping glimmer, a squelch and soaked squeeze as her walls tightened and dripped cum, and she bucked with whatever free range of movement she had.

“I… w-won’t l-lose-- can’t --- bitch--” She banged her head down, tucking her chin inward. Her shoulders lifted just as her legs felt like they were fluttering. A knot formed in her stomach. She was panting like a dog, moaning like a slut with her mouth half-glued to the canvas, drooling with eyes half-rolled back. Applying the sphincter just hastened it. A thrash, and a squeal with the pull. Her pussy was full, just as the periodic shudders turned constant. Her arms sharply tucked into her body, underneath her chest. She beat her head down, tensing, toes curling and the sound of her abused womanhood reached its zenith.

“F-F…FUCK!!-N-No….” The girl’s face was as red as possibly could be, down to her collar. She started gushing and three squirts came as the girl trembled over the edge, signified by a scream, then a low whimper and purr. The Marauder gone limp. She was dizzied and seemingly half-conscious. She was sweaty and left a puddle. Her clothes were thrown and her pretty pussy was there for cameras to pick up, the arch in her lithe form and the dangle of her second leg. Her arms still kept close, folded in, the fists curled but then slowly opened. Everything now was just a victory show. Not that she had much to give.

“F-Fu……ckkk… f… aaa….ooo…”

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Everything was perfect in this moment. The screams of the crowd at that moment did not exist for the blonde. At that moment, she heard only the moans and sobs of her rival. Angelina gave herself up completely to pleasure. Along with her legs, her buttocks also trembled, as if teasing Lunara. She would have liked to cling to this juicy flesh, but her fingers were busy with another, much more important matter.

Juices flowed from the pussy of the red-haired girl so intensely that with every movement the predator's hand made a squelching sound. And the faster her fingers moved inside her rival's pussy, the louder Angelina's moans became. Lunara caught herself thinking that she did not expect that her debut would be exactly like this. However, she could not deny that she was very attracted by the fact that after that she would become a real player on the hentai scene, which was ultimately her goal.

The apogee of the Jaguarundi's actions was the abundant orgasm of her rival. Juices gushed out of Angelina's pussy with such force that a small puddle formed on the mat. The moans and slurred words that the American girl uttered seemed to complement this magnificent scene when her whole body involuntarily twitched due to waves of pleasure. A wide smile appeared on Lunara's lips from ear to ear. Now, when the audience was shouting excitedly, and the cameramen were busy trying to catch the most spectacular angle of Angelina's pussy, she felt like a winner.

Feeling that her rival's body was limp, the Jaguarundi finally took her fingers out of the red-haired girl's pussy. Her entire palm was covered with a viscous liquid. She had already tasted these juices, but she still took a few seconds to examine her palm, as if thinking about something. There was a twinkle in her turquoise eyes.

"I must say I didn't think you'd cum so hard," Luna purred, releasing Angelina's trapped leg.

Lifting her ass, Lunara turned around, and then turned the red-haired girl over. She then sat on her opponent's upper abdomen and leaned forward, bringing their faces in front of each other. Angelina's mouth was still drooling, and her eyes were still filled with tears. However, even this could not hide the fact that her body was still filled with pleasure, Lunara clearly saw it.

"I'm glad that it was you who turned out to be my first opponent," the predator said, licking her lips. "But you still have a lot to learn to become a real woman."

The predator bared her teeth, and then unceremoniously shoved three fingers of her right hand into her rival's mouth. Moving her fingers, she felt Angelina's warm tongue sliding between them. She wanted the American girl to taste her own juices. Why? Because these juices were a symbol of the victory of the Jaguarundi.

"Until then, don't forget that you are my slave, my personal little bitch," Lunara continued. "And tomorrow you will have an unforgettable day, because I have long wanted a new stand for my sex toys."

With these words, she took her fingers out of her rival's mouth. Finally, the blonde gave Angelina a light kiss, and then, accompanied by applause, rose to her feet. The referee took her hand and then held it up, officially declaring Lunara the winner. Unable to restrain this impulse, the predator put her foot on the chest of the red-haired girl and lifted her heel in a victorious pose. Glancing at Angelina's face, Lunara noticed that her bra was still around the neck of the American girl.

"You may keep it, by the way," she chuckled.

Removing her foot from Angelina's chest, Lunara slipped under the bottom rope and, accompanied by the applause of the audience, headed up the ramp. Right now she needed a shower and a good rest. The predator intended to invite her sister to dinner in order to celebrate the victory in the debut. It was unlikely that Sintharia would have found this too much of a reason, however, Lunara was sure that her sister would not refuse her. In addition, the blonde was sure that this debut was just the beginning of her new career. With one last playful glance at the audience, the predator disappeared behind the curtains.

[Monsy]

The urbancore pirate was a mix of babbling noises, whimpers, and groans. Eyes rolling into her head. Drool on the corners. Jaw slacking. Tremors and spasms came from curling thighs. All her nerves kept firing a million miles a minute. Dopamine was in her fingertips. She looked like she came from a pool. Sweat. Sex fluid around her pussy, pooling and dripping in this small puddle between her legs. Her face scorched. Both hands sprawled and she was struggling to heave in enough breath. Those fingers, still stuck in, were the grandest torture of them all. Both mind and body wore this fog as if it were floating, spinning around, and turning upside down, twice every second. “Bugghhhh… -- uunk!” A girlish squeak came when she was lapping herself off her fingers. Her own taste. Almost like staring into the mirror but -- unlike a mirror, making out with it had some flavour. God it was sweet. She worked up her tired jaws. Her sore throat. Her lips peppered gingerly on Lunara’s knuckles and the tongue wrestled to lick them clean. She couldn’t lift her head off the ground. Hell, evener her hands were just spasming naked ornaments, much like her bare small belly and modest chest which throe in every deep breath. Words, words, words. She heard them -- but it was just ringing. Something slave. Something sex toy. It sounded about right.

Things took a while to get clear. She knew she was stepped on. Had some vague idea that she stared at someone above her. Knew that sucked. Her heart did sink for a moment. And her hands consequently went down to protect her ravaged pussy, which still sparkled from her cum. Girl looked like she was on the verge of another. Just needed a nice kiss and they can watch a second round of fireworks. She turned over, pawing the ground. The referee watched her condition, but, whether it was decent to help or not was another thing. Angelina got to one knee before that dilemma had its answer, got to her feet, walked a step -- then the legs seemed to pause. Her upper body moved, still, and she collapsed on her front, “OOF--!” Here came the trembles again. It was all about throwing herself out of the ring, collapsing in a naked heap, bra on her neck. The fans dog whistled and watched with their own hungry eyes. How can they not when she came close, using the barricade to stand on her legs made of sand. Her tits open to front row viewers as she slumped, red as a beet, looking down at her feet.

Surprisingly, they gave her props. Good job! Hot stuff! When’s your next match?! Aye, it was noise. Honestly? Whether it was trash-talk or praise. She still had the same afterthought. It made her smile to herself, just loosely as she used the barricade, worked up the power to stand on her own, then take the ramp and depart.

That thought? ‘When can I try this shit again.’

Winner via Orgasm: Lunara Ashmore