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

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The attacked work! For once in this whole match it wasn’t just Amon having her way with her. She couldn’t allow for this chance to escape her grasp. Grabbing ahold of her opponent atms, she’d weaved them in between the rope of the ring and rest her back on the turnbuckle. Then with Amon being trapped in place, Marina would take a seat and use her feet to forcefully spread Amon’s leg wide open!

”My turn n-now!” Keeping a good hold into her legs, the young model would start to work on Amon’s stretch out pussy. First by rubbing and then slowly Inserting a finger or two.

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Trapped between the ropes and the turnbuckle, Amon grits her teeth as Marina takes advantage of her momentary vulnerability. With efficiency, the younger model pins Amon's legs apart, exposing the maid's tender inner thighs and clit to the cool air of the ring.

Despite the humiliation, Amon refuses to submit easily. As Marina's fingers brush against her sensitive folds, the maid lashes out with a vicious kick, connecting solidly with Marina's chin. The impact jars Marina's hold, loosening her grip on Amon's legs momentarily.

Seizing the opening, Amon swings her free leg in a wide arc, attempting to knock Marina off balance.

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Trapped between the ropes and the turnbuckle, Amon grits her teeth as Marina takes advantage of her momentary vulnerability. With efficiency, the younger model pins Amon's legs apart, exposing the maid's tender inner thighs and clit to the cool air of the ring.

Despite the humiliation, Amon refuses to submit easily. As Marina's fingers brush against her sensitive folds, the maid lashes out with a vicious kick, connecting solidly with Marina's chin. The impact jars Marina's hold, loosening her grip on Amon's legs momentarily.

Seizing the opening, Amon swings her free leg in a wide arc, attempting to knock Marina off balance.

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As Marina enjoy the feeling of Amon pussy around her fingers, a small smile would form. First the first time in this whole match, Marina was the one in control and she was gonna enjoy every bit of it. She would insert another finger to intensify the pleasure for her opponent, while also continuing the change in pace of her pumping.

“Mmh! Ain’t this great Amon! Now you get to feel what you gave me~” Marina smile grew more and more. But it would all come crashing down as a kick to her Chin, causing for the dominant hold to loosen quite significantly. “Aaaah!!!” The kick had already rattled her brain, as everything became blurry from the instants of contact.

So when Amon had ready up another strike, Marina would notice too late as the kick connected once again with this time sending her to fall to the side of the ring. As a result from the pain, Marina would try to cover up the parts that were hurting, all while allowing Amon free roam.

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As Marina stumbles and falls, Amon seizes the opportunity to reclaim her dominance. With a fluid motion, the maid springs forward, pinning Marina beneath her lithe frame. Amon's fingers delve between Marina's thighs once more, probing and teasing the model's sensitive folds with renewed vigor.

"Aww, did the little princess forget who's in charge here?" Amon taunts, her hot breath ghosting across Marina's ear as she grinds her pelvis against the captive model's. "I'll remind you real nice, mon amour." And with that, Amon drives her thumb mercilessly against Marina's swollen clit, determined to bring the model to a humiliating defeat.

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Marina would try to flee away, but it was useless as her restless opponent got to her in the quick of an eye. Instead Amin’s hands were in her tights, searching for something….and that something was easy to find for her. Marina body could only stay out due to her opponents pin, only allowing her to watch as Amon looked for the win in this match up

”no no no…please wait!” Marina begs only we’re heard by the audience, but not by the person they were met for. And in that instant Marina body would be shot with a sense of pleasure as Amon thumb restlessly attacked her already bruised clit. Her mind went into a frenzy due to the feeling itself. ”mmmh!! Ahhhhh…ahhhh!!” Her moans alone were able to feel each of the audience members with excitement as they all watch the once proud model be dominated by her more powerful opponent.

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The sensation of Marina's velvety folds beneath her ministrations, Amon revels in the power she wields over her prey. The maid's thumbs work in tandem, relentlessly stimulating Marina's hypersensitive clit while her fingers plumb the depths of the model's slick passage.

"Ahhh, listen to you beg," Amon coos, her tone dripping with amusement as she observes Marina's increasingly erratic reactions. "Such a beautiful sound. You're so close, aren't you? Ready to surrender now?"

As Marina's mewls grow more desperate, Amon redoubles her efforts, determined to coax the final surrender from her vanquished opponent. The tension builds, each stroke drawing the model closer to the brink, until—

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Marina's mind would slowly begin growing into a frenzy, she’d try to use her hands as a way to stop her opponent from continuing her onslaught on her clit. Trying to grab onto Amon’s hand which held the weapon that was being used to attack her most private parts. But it would be useless as her brain wouldn’t allow her to think straight.

“Ahh…ahhh..mmp!” Her moans would get louder and louder, becoming more clear for the audience who were now all taking photos of Marina's humiliating state. She couldn’t just allow them to think she wasn’t trying, it could look horrible for her career outside of wrestling. But.. the feeling was just too good to end! Marina allowed for Amon to continue her attack til her body finally reach it limit

“Ahhn~! Hahh—ahhh! A-Ahh!" the orgasm that was released sprayed but Marina and Amon as the juices were forced out of her beaten pussy. Her hips buckled into the sky, humping the air as her orgasm rides out for almost a minute. After it subsided, Marina's body would go limp as her brain finally broke from all the pleasure from her opponent.

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Marina's climactic surrender is a spectacle to behold, her body convulsing uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash over her. Amon's triumphant laughter echoes through the arena as she witnesses her opponent's total collapse, the model's juices gushing forth in a graphic display of her defeat.

"Oh, you poor thing," Amon croons, withdrawing her fingers with a sly grin as she admires her handiwork. "Look at you, all spent and helpless. It's adorable really."
As the audience erupts into applause, snapping photographs and cheering wildly, Amon rises to her feet, dusting off her skirt with a flourish. With a regal nod, she acknowledges the crowd's adulation, savoring the taste of victory.
"Now, that was a truly satisfying match," Amon muses, turning her attention back to Marina's prone form. "But our fun isn't over just yet, chérie. There are still a few...

"Time for the pièce de résistance," Amon purrs, producing a sleek black strap-on from beneath the ring and strapping it securely around her waist. With a wicked gleam in her eye, the maid saunters over to Marina's trembling form, admiring the post-orgasm glow on the model's flushed face.

"Tell me, my dear, did you really think you could beat me?" Amon asks with mock innocence, trailing a gloved finger down Marina's perspiring cheek. "Now it's my turn to make you scream...and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

Without further preamble, Amon positions the tip of the strap-on against Marina's well-used entrance. The audience quiets, anticipation hanging thick in the air as the maid slowly begins to press forward, her intentions crystal-clear: to plunder Marina's quivering depths one last time in a last display.

Her master will surely appreciate the show.

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Marina mind was now basically a null void after the intense orgasm that was just forced out of her. Although it was a sad time as her debut to LAW must start like this, a part of her is a bit happy with it finally being over. But you couldn’t tell what the rookie could be thinking as due to silly look that was plaster all over the model’s face. The juices began slowing down as the pleasure built inside began to reveal themselves. She’d watches as her opponent was celebrated over her win against the poor rookie while Marina continued laying in the ground.

” Haaaah...” The sounds of relief still found their way out of Marina opened mouth…but apparently this orgasm was only the mark for the nexts phase of this match. Amon pulled out a large strap on from the side of ring. She’d make sure that it was tightly secured before being put to use. Marina only could stare as what was happening, panicking in her mind but the words couldn’t be made into sound.

After all was ready, Amon positioned Marina defeated body into an optimal position to increase the pleasure for what is to come. And with one last comment, Amon plunged the toy inside of her sensitive pussy. Sending wave after wave of pleasure from her hips to her mind, Marina started to go even crazier than before. To weak to stop what was happening, she could only hope that it end soon to so that this humiliating moment wouldn’t define both her career as a wrestler and as a model.