Eleanor Garnier [D] vs Angelina Tarrant - 2/3 Hentai

[Monsy]

Talk about going for some silver and getting gold.
Soft lips touching it out, with a pair of tongues to wave hello. She played to Eleanor’s beat, her eyes fluttered shut and she was dizzied, clung more and held onto their neck tighter to push chest-to-chest, mushrooming breasts to wrestle heartbeats for a change. Her eyes only peeked afterward, little amethysts to sight their pairs of ruby. Got her pinned down before long. Hit her head. Wasn’t the best surface, but, hey, there are worse ways. Had her smiling all the same, sleeved arms flopped over her head. She hitched when Eleanor came up, almost expecting a cheeky smother. LAW loved that a little too hard sometimes.

Except she found a view that made the Mona Lisa look like a scribble. Da Vinci can cry his heart out. They didn’t have anything on the cut of this leotard, where the black lycra meets the skin, the hip-bones and thigh-highs, the little extra over the top. Her eyes just, grew, got her all red and smirking lopsided all the same. Crowd huh? Two players on a stage. Hm.

“Mon amour, huh… Mind saying that to me again?”

Her arms weaved between Eleanor’s legs, underhooking the thighs. Both hands landed on that bunny tail. She gave her gold a good squeeze. Cotton and soft, almost like the real thing. She sighed, licking her upper lip before pulling herself up, eyes closed, a happy hum as her tongue-tip sweetened against their labia. Her lips followed, gingerly tapping up, working her way from the bottom to the top, right where you can find that pearl. She added a little dance, swirling around the pearl’s hood before venturing off to plant more sloppy kisses all around between her legs, thighs and folds. She made sure to cross her legs -- just casually. The ‘competitive’ part always slipped her mind. But after the debut’s venture -- helped not to be so open-booked.

[Liru]

Eleanor lets out a hot and steamy breath upon feeling Angelina's tongue and lips move around underneath her. "Bonne fille~" The white-haired woman purrs. Gently brushing Angelina's hair to the side so that she can have a good look at her eyes. Though while it is clear the bigger woman is enjoying herself, she won't allow Angelina to be in this golden position for long. After all, there is a match ongoing. One where you had to make someone cum in order to get closer to a victory. Eleanor is essentially shooting herself in the foot here by allowing the Marauder explore and cherish her lower body. And so, in an abrupt manner, Eleanor would try to grab Angelina's pussy. Beginning to rub it and even attempt to thrust her fingers inside once those "lips" of Angelina were warmed up. "Now, now~ I can't let you have all the fun~ After all, there's a match still going. And I don't intend to lose to a pet~" She chuckles. Then to make it more difficult for the girl beneath her, she'd press her legs together so that Angelina would have a bit of trouble. Those squishy thighs of hers pressing Angelina's cheeks. She'd even do her a disservice by raising her ass up a bit so Angelina wouldn't be able to please the Ring Rabbit any further. One can say that this is the part where things start to get interesting -- hotter.

[Monsy]

Bonne fille.
Instant cheat code to get a tremble through her spine. Had her heart racing. That’s certainly ONE way to motivate her mouth to work on the woman over her. She took it like a dream job, kissed their lower lips like a third date and gave the area between their legs a kiss and tongue bath. Had to tease them a bit, you know? Every inch needed some attention, whether it’s peppering a kiss or nipping a small mark on their thigh. She always returned home though, taking the tip of her wet muscle to flick against their pearl, add the lips and move around. Giggling was a little constant. Just short, happy hums.

Really, it’s the next thing that got her to squeak. Eleanor got between her legs. Rubbed her up through her closed thighs. Her lungs inhaled, face all wound up pink. She breathed out, deeply, and was rocking a little up and down, sending that hand for a small, albeit petty chase. The feeling on her folds made her entire body warm, so much so she was sweating. Her covered womanhood was getting slick -- like a small layer of thin cream to help guide their hunt. You can say it ended once Eleanor’s smooth-soft fingers got in, deep. “A-Aach-”

Her inner walls offer a tender, moist hug. Her lithe thighs squeeze that hand, shivering against the thumb and pinky. Got a good whimper out of her afterward. Almost a squeak with surprise. Ah, pet. You sunnova. If her cheeks weren’t squished, stuck with half-open, glistening purple eyes with her hands still on Eleanor’s tail, she’d have some sharp words! Sharp words other than…“Maybe ya should, pleaaaase and thank ya.”

[Liru]

"Tsk... You're enjoying this too much..." Eleanor looks down at Angelina menacingly. There was an intense concentration in her eyes. It's clear that she was getting slightly irritated in seeing Angelina having fun. Or at least was that was how Eleanor saw it.

"Fine then. Since you like playing the role as my cute, horny, little doll, I'll treat you nicely~"

Suddenly, Eleanor would release her hold on Angelina and proceed to get off of her. Then in one swift motion, Eleanor would roll Angelina over and press her knee on her back, applying a back-crushing sensation. A contrast to what Angelina was feeling earlier. But, she wasn't done. Eleanor resumes her attack on Angelina's chatte. Using these expert fingers of hers to get Angelina a quick climax.

"How about now~? Are you still enjoying yourself~?" She asks in a mocking manner. Eleanor's true colors coming under the light.

[Monsy]

Enjoying this too much. Aye, maybe a little. Early game got to feel her out. Girl was aggressive. Not two minutes in and she’s straddled. Got legs by her head. Her cunt stuffed with fingers that turned on a furnace and had her gasping at Eleanor’s rhythm. This girl came to fuckin’ play alright.

“Your horny little, WHAT--”


She snorted. Somewhere between wanting to pounce and put her tongue or fist in their mouth. She couldn’t decide what. Nor did she have the time. Her belly is laid on the mat and she presses her palms down, ready to push before being kneeled on. The breath comes out like a bagpipe -- this loud squeal like stepping on a puppy’s tail as she laid flat.

Her lubed sex then takes the fingers and they quickly re-welcome by squeezing her digits and sucking all the friction they can get. The sensation coils in her stomach, goes up into her lungs and out in a moan. “F-Fuuuuck…” It goes down her legs. This wet splash of bodily tingles that swirls and gets her toes to curl. She kicks her feet up and down. It’s all up in her head too. Her back curls around Eleanor’s knee and her hips manage meagre squirms and shudders as her walls continue to squeeze and give Eleanor’s hand a warm-wet hug. Her breath starts hitching and she gasps. Over. And over. “G-Guhhh… N-Not o-one bit… I-Im… fine. This a-ain’t…”

And with one explosion, she tricked to jerk herself onto her side. It would at least free her back if she managed that. The pleasure still had a way of spreading her legs, with one knee lifting up while the other laid flat. She propped on one elbow and looked half-drunk, glassy-eyed and drooling, peering over at Eleanor as her sex was utterly worked and crying to her digits, beginning to squelch. “S-Shit…”

[Liru]

"Look at you now. This is what I like to see~ Those seated ringside will have first-row seats to the Marauder Show. Starring your beautiful host, the Ring Rabbit~"

If Angelina tries to say anything to Eleanor as a response, she would be cut off by the bigger woman as her knees would press harder onto her back. Applying a more painful sensation in addition to pleasure due to Eleanor's fingers sending into Angelina's kitty.

Eleanor was liking how things were going currently. So far, she was in control and she knew she had to maintain it. That way, she can have more fun with the redhead. And so, she continues to explore Angelina's womanhood. Simply testing how far she can inside and what parts were the most sensitive. Angelina could feel that Eleanor was really trying to study down there.

At some point, Eleanor would take a pause and see how drenched her fingers were. She proceeds to lick her fingers and let out a pleased hum. As if she had just tried something delicious.

"Mmm~ Is that how you taste like? That is a nice, salty flavor~"

Eleanor would look down at Angelina and grin. Shortly adjusting her position to now sit on Angelina's back in order to try and perform a camel clutch. Although, before doing so, she'd wave at the crowd and slap Angelina's ass for show. **SLAP!** Letting that piece of meat jiggle for the crowd to enjoy. Eleanor, herself, included. But this amount of showboating would only grant Angelina a possible window to turn things around.

[Monsy]

Oh this dexterous motherfucker. It’s one thing to be owned, and another to have that fact so openly pointed out. She rallied whatever breath she could, through stutters and groans, steadied herself to talk then-- “Look bit--ACH!”

Her tiny spine is crushed. It became hard to breathe and she was mostly flattened on her tummy, pouring cream onto those tempered hands that had her brain melting and her body shivering. Delight tickled every nerve and a knot was forming in her stomach. She beat the canvas with her rapid breath. She felt an onsetting high, and her hips, with Eleanor’s fingers still deep inside her cavern, touching all the tight slick walls, finding every golden spot, moved and gyrated with the touch. It made the pain feel like nothing. She moaned little bits on reflex when Eleanor hit her sweet spot, curled up her toes and kicked her legs against the mat. She felt tight and was arching with Eleanor’s knee. The blush on her face almost seemed to render her passive.

Especially when that hand came out, where she pushed her thighs together to deal with the feel of longing and lasting bubbles like she’d just been edged, whimpering but also pulling herself back together. She put her hands down, got her upper-body up and stretched herself out whilst Eleanor took her arousal for a taste.

“Salty?!” Angelina huffed, turning, then taking a spank. “E-EEP!” And then biting her own index knuckle as a result. She hissed, “I don’t taste salty, I’m SWEET!” Angelina reached to grab the Ring Rabbit’s long white hair. Any grip would do so she could yank it and hopefully dislodge her enough for Angelina to get her hips out, turn over and tackle Eleanor to the mat, looking for her wrists to pin over their head. “I’ll show ya salty, ya slut-stick!”

[Liru]

A look of satisfaction rests on Eleanor's face as she watched Angelina writhe in pleasure and pain. She could see the tiny wrestler was struggling to catch her breath, but Eleanor wasn't going to let up. She knew she had her opponent right where she wanted her.

As she felt Angelina's body move beneath her touch, Eleanor couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement too. She could feel the tightness in the Marauder's body, the arching of her back, and the moans that escaped her lips.

With a deft movement, Eleanor withdrew her fingers, watching as Angelina pushed her thighs together in frustration. She could see the longing and desire in her eyes, and it only fueled Eleanor's desire to dominate her opponent.

"Do you want more, Marauder~? This is only the start after all! You and I have a lot to do in this ring for this perverted crowd!" Eleanor taunted, a wicked grin on her face. She knew she had Angelina right where she wanted her, and she was going to make sure the smaller wrestler knew it.

However, her place in control was short lived as Angelina performs a maneuver to escape! Eleanor feels her locks pulled off of her head as Angelina reaches for her hair and pulls her to the side -- forcing Eleanor to get off of Angelina. She lets out a yelp and just as she tries to pick herself up, both her arms are pinned down and Eleanor finds herself in the position Angelina was once in. Bottom.

Eleanor scowls, "Tsk... Just when I was about to have some fun..."

[Monsy]

This girl was fuckin’ good. A little too handsy and suave with them too. The moment they left would normally be her cue to beg. If this were anywhere else. But this was the fuckin’ ring. She’d be damned if this dorkstick got her THAT quick. So, she made her play. All too eager to find any excuse to flip this shit around, and quickly showed her experience in getting Eleanor down, maneuvering herself on top and pinning the Ring rabbit’s hands straight down. Wrestling nerds would call this a pin, ya?

“You should see ya face. It’s so fuckin’ adorable.”

Angelina took to leaning onto her hip off Eleanor, however she’d be dragged by a tug on her hair, pulled snugly into her latex-clad crotch, still drooling from Eleanor’s handiwork. Especially on the inner-thighs with her fishnets, sweaty and with a subtle gentleness as her legs locked around Eleanor’s head. Angelina propped on one elbow, looking down at her rabbit before licking her ring and middle fingers.

“Gotta ask. Do ya hop when ya get excited? Be honest with me.”

The lubricated fingers then went down, kissed on Eleanor’s waistline where the suit met the skin, then followed that crease down as it went over her smooth belly, to her groin then between those stocking-clad legs, with tight black squeezing them to have a little plump over the crease. She took a handful of Eleanor’s inner thigh and squeezed, firmly like it was her own, giving a smirking glance to see what worked for Eleanor and what didn’t. Soon after, she drifted her hand on the thin black over her womanhood. Her palm rested on the top as she used her wet digits to rub up and down her covered folds, sometimes dancing right on the crease to her skin a small taste of what’s to come.