The Humility and the Privilege - Sonata Moon (D) vs Carmelita De Leon

[Hagen-Autem]

Sonny needed a little more than a minute to be recharged and go for a crushing move, she said, she just had to hold on and pray that Carmelita would be so angry that she wouldn't want to get out of the position she was in so she could finish her planned move. Or so she thought.

Sonny needed a little more than a minute to be reloaded and ready for her next move, however, the arms she was clutching with her own wrapped around her hips, squeezing and sinking into her soft skin and making her scream out in horror as Carmelita's tongue laid siege to her soft ass in a way that ran down her spine like an electric shock.

"GYAAAHHH NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YAAAHHHHHH!" She claimed feeling shocked, abused, and aroused beyond what she sought herself, trying to open that grip and not lose her fragile advantage. But the little grey bunny was too tired to do anything miraculous, and De Leon capitalized by spinning backwards like a wheel as a panicked scream escaped Sonny. Flipping her over to leave her with her entire English body resting on her shoulders and head as the Orchard of Gold returned the favour by sitting on her face in a sinuous roll-up pin, with Sonny's legs hooked under each arm straight out, exposing her seductive ass wrapped by her dark shorts-with all her curves and softness on display in front of the maw of a Spanish compatriot too horny for her own good! While she herself was being gagged by Carmelita's flat ass and wet, delicious-smelling crotch. But it wasn't the kind of arousal she wanted to feel now!

And the referee's countdown was happening.
1!
"Hhmmp!!! Hhnnp!" (Dyaahhh! Noooo!!!) Sonny was so close! She wanted to kick with all her desperation! "Please don't." But she was too tired and out of breath to really exert herself and Carmelita was feeling stronger and fiercer now, and to make matters worse....

2!
The countdown was still relentless.
"Hnnnp!" (Nooooo) Sonny jerked as best she could to get out of that position - putting her butt dancing in front of the wolf's face in embarrassment.

3!!
But it all came to an end with that awful number accompanied by the triple trill of the bell! The sound that Sonata once dreamed of, but now cancelled all her chances of picking up her first win, and against such a nasty opponent as Carmelita De Leon. And to make matters worse with a humiliating pin!

She inhaled the tainted air deeply and then let out the loudest choked moan she could underneath De Leon's ass, clenching her fists as she does so and hugged her legs around her to unload on her at the very least.
"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPP!!!!"

Would she still be in that roll-up position?

[Misfit_Alien]

Carmelita managed to hold Sonata down for the entirety of the pin attempt, but even after the bell had rung, the tan-skinned Spaniard refused to get off of Sonata. Her butt was still firmly planted against her fellow Spaniard's face, her rump filling Sonata's vision with its soft, curvy, jiggling surface, burying the woman beneath her bouncy, pillowy ass. Meanwhile, the Orchard of Gold was still kissing and licking Sonata's thighs and hindquarters, her lust taking over before the exhaustion settled in, causing the Spanish beauty to fall to the side, gasping and moaning, a wet spot appearing between her legs. The fact that she had won didn't even register with her. She was so caught up in her lust and desire for Sonata she didn't recognize the state she was in or the status of the match. All that mattered to her was securing her time alone with Sonata...even though she couldn't a muscle at that moment, Carmelita's thoughts were filled with nothing but various fantasies surrounding numerous sensual activities involving her compatriot's lovely body and her own beautiful figure.

[Hagen-Autem]

"Hnnnp!"

Sonata would feel out of this ring as the bell rang, her chances of winning going down the toilet as she lost again, only now officially in the arenas of a global federation, and it wasn't the kind of start she would have wanted, but it was the one she had hoped for.

The Spaniard would have felt she had no strength to kick again after this realisation and she didn't even renege under Carmelita's ass again, she found herself with her arms spread wide on the canvas, her very lithe body bent over her belly to form a C shape as Carmelita had her more than subdued by the defeat. But when Sonny detected and understood the sensation coursing through her lower half, that of muscle strolling and licking her thighs and hindquarters, the white-haired girl couldn't help but bristle and moan in embarrassment. She wished stop to playing hard to get, and because she didn't feel like it right now, but not stopping her either.

In part, De Leon's lustful, hungry-for-more action made Sonata feel better, because she felt desired, and made the defeat more digestible for the pub rep. Until Carmelita could take no more and simply slumped to the side, leaving Sonny to slowly unfold and lay on her back on the canvas, staring up at the ceiling lights and tasting again the bitter taste of losing to someone she disliked. She would grind her teeth and want to hide her face, however...looking in Carmelita's direction, gave her a new view on her chances now that the match was over.

"... Hmp..." she would mutter getting up on all fours, then get up and shake off her knee pads and then, take advantage of the dazed state Carmelita seemed to be in. She would take Leon's feet and lift them up, making sure this entitled woman's back was lying on the canvas and shaking her legs to see how stiff or tired she was, also to work out what she was about to do now that the match was over. And the referee tries to stop her, but what can the referee do if Sonny still does nothing wrong? Tell her to let go?

"You know, as the winner that you are...what kind of loser would I be if I didn't give you my cheers, do you agree?" Sonny knows all too well what someone who's fantasizing about filth looks like, and right now she was sure De Leon was into it. "Let me treat you like you deserve~," she'd say with a grim touch before placing her foot on Carmelita's crotch and beginning to roll the rearfoot over the fabric covering her womanhood with her heel, walking her sole delicately so as not to generate friction.

Spoiler

[Misfit_Alien]

Carmelita managed to win the match, not that she seemed to notice...much less care...and she fell over in a heap after treating herself to a nice helping of some soft, superb Spanish 'dessert'...all provided by her defeated and disheveled opponent. Carmelita licked away at Sonata's pussy, enjoying the 'spoils of war' as some would call it, losing herself in her own lust as she spiraled downward. The bratty, arrogant, and now sexually-driven Spanish beauty would continue to grow more and more aroused and disconnected from reality as she drowned in self-indulgence, enjoying the pleasures of the flesh before finally collapsing to the side, allowing Sonata to readjust herself and catch her breath after her fellow Spaniard's tongue nearly worked its way through her trunks and into her womanhood. Sonata wouldn't take kindly to Carmelita's actions, and she would 'reward' Carmelita for winning by torturing her by rubbing her boot across the bronze-skinned woman's crotch, applying JUST enough pressure to make Carmelita's most sensitive area flare up with pain as she groans and moans, scratching at the canvas as her body twitches in response. "AAUUUUUGH!!! OH GOD-!!! F-F-FFFFUUUUCK!!! AHNNNNN!!!" She screamed, moaning out of the slight pleasure that emerged with every agonizing spark of pain.

[Hagen-Autem]

Sonata's cowgirl boots were smooth-soled, but hard; with a wide heel and one of those that made her look 5 cm taller. But on their own, they might not be enough to cause so much pain, unless the Spanish woman living in England pressed her foot as if she wanted to light a fire! Just what she was doing to the poor womanhood of Carmelita De Leon! The referee could not legally stop her, their role was over the moment the bell rang.

Her words sounded serious, but her cute tone of voice didn't help to convey anything beyond mockery.
"Oh, what's the matter, aren't you liking it?" she exclaimed with a false sense of dissatisfaction. Sonny's heel was going up and down like she was pressing on a bellows and not like she wanted to give her hers thanks. "Maybe I should do it DIFFERENTLY!" She would roughly spread Carmelita's feet apart to leave her totally exposed to receive her cowgirl boot! Which would fall heel first!

The crowd would sympathise with the Spaniard below. They didn't dislike de Leon much, not when she wins; but that knee drop was anything but easy to digest. And also there wasn't much sympathy from the ash rabbit for de Leon after her fellow Spanish compatriot taunted her to defeat. So if she could do her a little damage to sully her victory, it wouldn't even prick her conscience, on the contrary: she would feel vindicated by her own emotions.

[Misfit_Alien]

Carmelita continued to howl and scream in pain as Sonata took to punishing her with a furious look in her eyes. Despite the tone of her cutesy voice, her words were filled with vitriol and bitterness as she verbally berated the tan-skinned woman, forcing her to endure an agonizing amount of pain as she crushed the heel of her boot against the most sensitive part of Carmelita's body. The bratty Spanish princess was now suffering the consequences of her actions, yelping and moaning aloud in agony as she began to writhe, whimper, and whine beneath Sonata, pleading for mercy as shook about frantically, the pain driving her over the edge as she couldn't bear any more!!!

[Hagen-Autem]

Sonata was doing things in the opposite way to her own style. And she seemed to be doing it excellently if her opponent went from moan to groan very quickly. And herself was not enjoying it... that much. She only enjoyed the part where the Orchard of Gold begged for mercy because that's the Carmelita she knows. The wrestler's mockery that she's worse at this than she is and no one should be able to deny it.

And with that cemented, Sonny sighed, relaxing her brow and calming her cruel pedalling for a few moments. She then released Carmelita de Leon's legs so that they slumped to the sides of their natural opposite. "Pff...jerk."

And needed to think about it-let go of this position of power now that the referee shouldn't be able to separate her...or end her rival matter with Carmelita.

It feels unfair to be soft-hearted enough to give what others deny her because it's fun to watch her pat the canvas endlessly—she's not foolish enough not to notice the reason for it, herself knows she adores humiliation done right—however, she wanted to punish Carmelita for having such an unwarranted attitude against her. She was just teasing her, it wasn't for her to yell at her so loudly. But the part about the passionate, possessive dry cunnilingus she gave her; the bronco buster she gave her candy face to humiliate her but which ended with Carmelita giving Sonny more reason to bounce her in the face; and what De Leon started doing to her dark shorts when she flipped her off with that roll-up pin.

Would she still have that De Leon kiss tattooed on her butt cheek? She rubbed it and had to hide the trembling in her legs from so many carnal ideas. "Mhh~."

It's over! She thought. If she was going to give De Leon a hint to never try to yell at her like that in a ring again, she had to do it the way Vin always tells her to defend herself- by going straight for her face!

Sonata moved one foot to the side of the match winner's waist, then did the same with the other foot, and straddled De Leon's waist! Then her hands reached out for De Leon's hands to pin them to the canvas, and she put her face on top of Carmelita De Leon's face. As close as she could get her words between the lips of this privileged girl thanks to her breath.

"If you dare follow me to the locker room or something crazy like that." Because she remembered very well those words of De Leon's about her being of her only because he liked her, or so she understood her to say. "I'm going to give you a reason to want to kiss my ass every day and let me win. Jobber." It was the best threat she could utter with her austere tone and priorities.

The next thing was unexpected - she took De Leon's face and didn't wait for her response: she pressed her lips together and savoured all her charm. Poking her tongue inside the delicate, vulgar mouth with entitlement, going so far as to steal Carmelita's tongue to show her who belonged to whom for half a minute

. She'd even let herself go a little, turning her head to savour every angle of those dark caramel lips. Pulling her tongue out of the cover of her mouth to take it into her own room and continue to dominate it, cradling it and savouring it as the sweetest thing there before finally breaking the display of power. There was a trickle of saliva still binding them together, tantalizingly.

"I hate you."
With that last card, she let go of her horrible opponent's hollow head and decided to rise from it to leave as the crowd cheered her on. As if she had won. As if she had closed her accounts with Carmelita...

[Misfit_Alien]

Carmelita was left a trembling, moaning mess of a woman in the center of the ring, gasping for air and pawing at the sky as her eyes were completely glazed over, her trunks soiled from her orgasm as Sonata's dominant post-match streak left her disheveled and humiliated. Sonata's words coldly rang in the Spaniard's head for what felt like eons as time slowed to a crawl. Carmelita could do little other than moan like the spoiled, submissive little brat she was, made a whore in front of the audience despite winning, resulting in her being left in a pool of her own sweat as she shook about, the once haughty Spanish princess reduced to a mere a leftover stain waiting to be cleaned up...


Winner by Pinfall: Carmelita De Leon