The Maid and Model: Marina Delmare Vs Amon, Black Maid

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Marina plan of defending herself seemed to be working out, if she could how out longer she can hopefully wait for Amon get tired and slow down her brutal attacks. But then it all came crashing down as a torturous “Hhhuuhh—!” All the air inside felt like it just popped like a ballon in her body.

Marina would fall back to the ground, losing all her progress from climbing the ropes. After the attack, Marina would roll out of the ring by going underneath the first rope. She would then formed into a fetal position while also covering her bare stomach with her hands. After that last attack, it seemed unlikely for Marina to defend herself any other way. So all she can hope was Amon would leave her be for a while she was out of the ring.

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As Marina tumbles out of the ring, clutching her stomach in a futile attempt to stave off the pain, Amon smirks, a wicked glint in her eye. The maid steps through the ropes and stands tall above her fallen opponent.

"You've proven quite... entertaining, Marina," Amon remarks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But alas, our little contest isn't over yet." With that, she bends down, effortlessly scooping Marina up in her arms as if the injured model weighed nothing. Holding Marina on her feet, Amon begins dragging the girl towards the outer barricades before launching her opponent to it.

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No matter how far she went, Amon would always be there for the next attack. Marina would still be under the affects from the horrible hit to her stomach with it leaving her completely vulnerable to any assault that her opponent has plan nexts.

When she saw Amon leave the ring, she’d try to crawl away fearing the thought of what was nexts. But she was easily caught up with and soon picked up like a bag of feather. She would be dragged over to the gates that acted as a barrier between the audience and wrestler. But just then, with unprecedented speed, Marina was launched directly at the steel barricades with the impact leaving the crowd in aww and horror. “Ghhk—!” The sound that came out of Marina was unlike ever before.

As a result from the hit, marina would stayed on the ground stunned as the hit was directed both on her weaken back and head.

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The impact resonates throughout the arena as Marina crashes into the metal barriers, sending shockwaves of pain radiating through the dazed model's fragile frame. Amon's triumphant grin grows as she surveys her work, clearly satisfied with her work.

With a shrug of her slender shoulder, Amon approached her battered opponent. "The match has yet to reach its climax," she declares, addressing the captivated audience, "so allow me to give you a good show."

Amon lifts Marina's limp body to a sitting position, she wastes no time in exploiting Marina's vulnerability further. With quick efficiency, the maid's fingers make quick work of Marina's sports bra, hauling it up over the model's breasts until the garment is yanked free and discarded carelessly to the side.

Exposed now, Marina's pert nipples are visible, puckered from the chill in the air and her distress. "Perfect," Amon murmurs to herself, a predatory gleam in her dark eyes as she gazes hungrily at the bared flesh before her.

Without ceremony, Amon's deft fingers slip inside Marina's panties to explore the heated folds of her sex. The maid's touch is clinical, yet provocative as she strokes and teases Marina's sensitive nubbin. Meanwhile, Amon's other hand boldly claims one of Marina's bare breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as if testing its suppleness.

All the while the audience watch.

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Marina head would still be out like a light, causing for her to put up a very little defense against Amon’s nexts attack. Put into a sitting position, The white hair wrestler would lay still as her opponent’s began to have her way with her.

First, with her quick fingers Amon got Marina out of her top with a snap of finger. With her exposed now to the audience, Marina would begin to realize the position that she was still. ”mm….mmmh….H-huh! H-hey w-wait a s-sec!” She would instantly begin to protest as she tried to use her arm to cover up her bare nipples. But this would only leave her more exposed as her opponent began to explore the rest of her. Shivers would shoot done her spine as Amon began to mess around with her unprotected pussy.

”mmh…mmh…mmh…”Small moans would fill air, making the audience who were watching closely only more excited at the sight of this dominance. Just when it seemed like it was over, Amon’s hand would make one of her breast a victim to a brutal squeeze. The feeling of pleasure was quickly building deep inside of Marina tall body, so she had to act fast. She tried to force her opponent hand out of her panties by grabbing on her wrist, trying to yank it out. Her other hand would try to do the same with the one on her Breast.

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Not deterred by Marina's feeble struggles, Amon leans in and captures the dazed model's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing Marina's weak protests. The maid's tongue probes deeply, asserting dominance as her fingers continue to manipulate Marina's most intimate places.

One hand tightens around Marina's nipple, rolling it between her fingertips while the other delves deeper into Marina's slick heat. Amon groans softly against Marina's mouth, savoring the sweet taste mingled with arousal as Marina's small mewls become more frequent. The audience hungers for every detail, drinking in the visual feast before their eyes.

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”Ahhh…ahhh…mmhh” Mairna’s moans would be the only sound coming from her as her opponents would intensify the pleasure. Then to cover up the sound coming from the rookie wrestler, Amon would lock in a heavy kiss sending her tongue down the white haired throat

”Mmmh!!” Marina air was already weaken from the pleasurable touches from Amon, now her one way of breathing was know being locked away by the other wrestler. She’d begin to start freaking out as she was near her limit, her arms would swing in all directions as it was her only limwb to not be pinned to the cold ground. Eventually Marina landed a hard hit to Amon’s face, causing her grip to slightly let go. But it was just enough to escape.

Marina would buckle her hips hard, causing for the finger arousing her to escape. Once she was free, she would give a donkey kick to her attackers chest, giving her a chance to flee. With her legs shaking, Marina would dive back into the ring once again, watching closely as she try to keep distance between herself and Amon.

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Marina's cries are muffled beneath Amon's impassioned kisses, her fingers still wreaking havoc upon her exposed sex as the audience drinks in every detail. Just as Amon is about to claim victory, Marina suddenly finds the strength to land a solid punch to Amon's jaw, jarring the maid's grip loose.
With a swift, nimble movement, Marina bucks her hips, managing to extricate Amon's invading fingers from her clenching folds. Seizing the momentary freedom, the dazed model launches a fierce kick, striking Amon squarely in the chest with sufficient force to send the maid stumbling backward.

Catching her balance, Amon narrows her gaze as Marina makes a break for the relative safety of the ring, the audience on edge as the match reaches its critical juncture. Amon's triumphant smirk fades, replaced by a fierce resolve. "We're far from done, ma chère," Suddenly, she noticed something underneath the ring.

A little present from her manager. She smirked before leaving it for now.

She then followed the girl, climbing into ring by sliding in.

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Her breathing was still heavy, a bit of salvia would fall from her mount which possibly wasn’t hers, and her nipples still hardens. These were all the result from Amon’s relentless attacks. Marina was still in pretty bad shape as her opponent started to recover from the attack and made her way back to the ring.

She’d noticed her opponent’s gaze waver away from her but she wouldn’t pay it much attention. As Amon began maneuvering her way through the rope of ring, Marina would think of a plan of attack. She couldn’t allow to be put back on the defensive position as it could result in the end of the match. So once Amon got into the ring, Marina would try her best to preform a drop kick to her opponent midsection.

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"Aaaahn!"

Amon barely has time to register the threat posed by Marina before the model launches herself at her opponent with a furious dropkick aimed squarely at Amon's midsection. The force of the blow catches Amon off guard, sending a pained gasp ripping from her throat as she stumbles back, slamming into the ropes with a harsh thud.

For a moment, Amon hangs there, suspended by ropes, her chest heaving as she struggles to regain her breath. Her dark eyes narrow, fixating intently on Marina as a surge of anger courses through her veins.

Still, she has to breath. Grasping her midsection, she gasped in pain. That have hit her hard.