Aja Verdant Vs Beatrix Reynolds

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Aja was not at all disappointed by Beatrix’s response—if anything, it only made her more eager to draw out their time together in this match. With that thought in mind, she deepened the kiss, pressing herself closer as their lips moved in perfect rhythm. The taste of her opponent lingered on her tongue, sending a delightful shiver down her spine. Soft, breathy moans escaped from both wrestlers, filling the air with a mixture of passion and competition. Aja reveled in the sensation, savoring every second as their lips remained locked.

But it seemed that the blonde had other plans, as she swiftly initiated her defensive maneuvers, flailing her body in an attempt to break free. Aja tried to maneuver around the frantic movements, dodging what she could, but a lucky knee strike caught her off guard, forcing her to retreat from her exhausted opponent.

She let out a quiet huff, slightly frustrated by the sudden shift, but she chose to hold back rather than rush back in. Aja’s goal wasn’t to overwhelm Beatrix too quickly—where was the fun in that? She wanted to enjoy every moment, toying with her opponent until the inevitable surrender. With a smirk tugging at her lips, she decided to give Beatrix a brief moment to recover. After all, the game was just getting started.

“Come on, Bea~ It’s no fun if you stay down!” Aja taunted, her voice dripping in a playful tone. She raised a single finger, curling it in a beckoning motion, daring Beatrix to come at her once more. Her expression was brimming with confidence, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she stood her ground, waiting for her opponent’s move.

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In the end, Bea’s escape wasn’t a matter of her skills as a wrestler, not even a matter of how wildly she flailed her body while even managing to get a lucky hit on Aja. When the blonde finally made her escape it wasn’t because of her but because her green-clad rival just released her. Not upping the pressure, Aja instead got back on her feet and teasingly beckoned Bea to come at her with a seductively gesture and a playful grin on her face.

Bea’s pride was hurt from the beginning of that match, her drenched leotard and thighs being silent testament of her powerful orgasm from before. The worst part was that her legs still felt a little weak from her climax, so supporting herself was easy but coordinated movement was still a little bit complicated for her. That, added to her hurt pride, made her moves a little more reckless and sluggish at the same time when Bea threw herself against Aja in a rage in an attempt to surprise the greenete and trample her, but unless the woman was too distracted to react Bea’s strike wasn’t neither quick or skillful enough to be unavoidable by a proficient rival like the green-clad seductress.