Love and Death: Best of 3 Falls Match (Double Debut)

[MR. Q]

Thanatos groans as Anne's thighs clamp down on her head, increasing the pressure. The purplette's nose is buried deep in Anne's crotch, inhaling her musky scent mixed with the aroma of arousal. Despite herself, Thanatos starts to get turned on, her pussy growing slick with her own juices.

"Nnnghh...stop..." Thanatos tries to mumble out, but her words are lost against Anne's slick folds. The vibrations of her voice against Anne's clit seem to heighten the pleasure coursing through the white-haired wrestler.

Anne's fingers move faster, delving deeper into Thanatos' pussy. The purplette's walls clench around the invading digits, her body reacting to the stimulation despite her resistance.

"Hnnn...f-fuck...you're really good at this..." Thanatos admits grudgingly, her face flushing deeper red. The crowd cheers louder, enthralled by the spectacle of two powerful wrestlers engaged in such intimate and intense battle.

Thanatos squirms beneath Anne, her hips bucking slightly as she tries to relieve some of the pressure. But Anne's grip is too firm, keeping the purplette pinned in place as she continues to ravage her rival's pussy with ruthless efficiency.

Thanatos grits her teeth as Anne's fingers work her into a frenzy. The relentless penetration, combined with the humiliation of being manhandled and fondled, proves too much for her to handle.

"Oh god, oh fu-uck!" she cries out, her voice rising in pitch as her orgasm builds. Her body tenses, her toes curling as she struggles to stave off the impending climax.

But it's no use. With a final, piercing moan, Thanatos succumbs to her release. Her pussy clenches hard around Anne's fingers, quivering and spasming as waves of intense pleasure crash over her.

The crowd erupts in cheers as Thanatos' climax paints a picture of debauchery - her face contorted in ecstasy, tears streaming down her cheeks, juices dripping down her thighs.

Thanatos goes limp, her body spent and her mind reeling. She can barely register Anne pinning her shoulders to the mat, claiming victory in this round.

"Fu-fuck," Thanatos gasps, her chest heaving.

She slumps back against the mat, her face flushed and her body trembling with aftershocks. Defeat, humiliation, and an unwanted dose of pleasure mix together in a heady cocktail that leaves her disoriented and vulnerable.