[Hentai POW Match] Lunara Ashmore (D) vs Angelina Tarrant (D) - Double debut means double pleasure

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Are you sure it's not a sauna? No? Are you sure? Then why is it getting hotter here by the second? Oh, right, because passion was kindled like a river of gasoline, into which a match was accidentally dropped. Lunara's tongue and lips explored the velvety skin of Angelina's neck. And in every place the American woman came to, there was her saliva and a red trail. The sweet moans of the red-haired girl became more and more frequent. And this excited the blonde even more.

But nothing could compare to Angelina's reaction at the moment when Lunara lifted her up. She put her hands on Lunara's shoulders and at that moment they looked not like two rivals, but like a couple in love. The blonde smiled and barely held back a laugh when she saw the surprised and confused face of the American girl. But then Anglina asked a question. And for Lunara, it was not entirely clear whether it was a joke or whether her rival was serious. Anyway, there was only one answer.

"You know," the Jaguarundi purred, "it all depends on your preferences."

The predator stretched her neck forward and up in order for their lips to reconnect in a kiss. She was lucky that Angelina was light enough. In addition, the red-haired girl gave Lunara a very substantial help by crossing her legs behind the Jaguarundi's back. Thanks to this, she could keep Angelina in this position for a while longer. However, Lunara had slightly different plans.

She didn't lie when she answered her opponent's last question. If Angelina had wanted to add something more competitive to this match, then Lunara would have gladly accepted it, because for her the mix of fighting and sex was something insanely exciting. But as long as the red-haired girl is ready to enjoy her position, the predator was determined to give her what she deserved.

Therefore, Lunara began to move forward. Slowly, so that Angelina does not experience a strong shaking. The blonde's steps were like the steps of a cat, which smoothly and silently approaches its victim. Although now Lunara was not going to attack her rival, at least in the literal sense. Instead, she was going to get to the corner of the ring in order to press Angelina's back to the turnbuckle. It was at this moment that the blonde's tongue penetrated the red-haired girl's mouth to the maximum depth.

"Mmmmmhh..." Lunara could not restrain a moan of pleasure at this moment.

Taking the tongue out of Angelina's mouth, a bridge of saliva formed between them again. The turquoise eyes of Lunara looked into the eyes of the American girl for a few moments, as if asking if she was ready for more? Now, when Angelina was between the corner and Lunara, the blonde had the opportunity to let go of her rival's butt, because now, even without support, she would have remained in a sitting position on the predator's waist.

That's exactly what she did. Relaxing her fingers, she let go of Angelina's buttocks, however, a print of Lunara's palms remained on these juicy berries. Her hands ran over the red-haired girl's thighs, and then moved to her waist. Gliding smoothly over the velvety skin, Lunara began to move upward. Her palms touched Angelina's arms in the shiulder area, but the movement did not stop, she continued to move upward, thereby smoothly pushing Angelina to raise her hands above her head.

In order for the American girl to continue to feel safe, Lunara was going to bring her face closer to her. Not a kiss, no. This time the tip of her tongue only ran playfully over Angelina's lips. At the same time, her hands went down again. After running her fingertips over her opponent's stomach several times, the predator was going to take the hem of Angelina's T-shirt. Her eyes sparkled, and her heart beat faster at the moment when she began to lift the American girl's T-shirt up in order to take it off and leave her rival only in her black bra.

"You have an amazing body..." the blonde would whisper, "you're beautiful, Angelina..."

If Angelina's T-shirt had fallen on the mat, the predator would have leaned forward again. But this time a little lower. She didn't want to rush at this moment. Besides, she didn't want Angelina to feel like she was on the river rapids. The predator wanted the red-haired girl to get excited gradually, wanting more and more. Her breasts were really beautiful, despite the fact that so far they were hidden by the black bra. But this would not prevent Lunara from approaching Angelina's right breast, and then gently touching the slightly pale skin with her lips. It was an unimaginably wonderful feeling, her body shivered. But she was wondering what the reaction of the red-haired girl would be?

[Monsy]

Not everything was a new avenue. But this was.
The world of professional wrestling was a plethora of apothegm laconic flavours, each one coming to the next like a machine gun. She trodded with no headlights in this darkened road, guided by the black asphalt below, just centimetres from her feet. That’s just how she wanted it. Raised up and in someone’s arms, balancing between the threat of danger and arousal.

“Preferences huh, aaaaand if I say I prefer to win, tonight?…”

An endless tight-rope between being kissed or slammed, and together, they leaned forward, with something cozy marking themselves on her brims. She pressed back. Not one inch given if not exchanged. It kept her focused on them as they lurked backwards, tip-toed in pace and glossed with stealth. She didn’t know until something rather cool poked her lower back beneath the shirt line. Her heated-up body made the cold leather feel almost icy. Her arch was timed with Lunara’s tongue slipping betwixt into her cavern, and this time, Angelina was ready to meet and wrestle with it. It eased her mind to groan, dazed, if not loopy in her eyes as they pulled away, her mouth still open as she panted like a dog.

Now it was little more than playing along, looking onward, empty yet hungry with her eyes. She didn’t protest her arms going up. It only needed to ask and those gloved hands folded up. She arched further back and the swipe of tongue was ticklish; shiver-inducing that fluttered inside her chest, into her breasts and groin that heated them up even more. Her gaze locked on them as her body moulded around their actions, sucking in when that finger went up, then out when it went down. It was like coursing a firm ocean, the texture like silk and smooth like polish. She hardly noticed her shirt being taken until it reached her armpits, then a moment later, over her eyes and off. The Marauder’s first cleavage was a reality that turned her beet red. Her breasts underneath were a perky and healthy size, natural, not huge nor little. It was a sweet little sugar for her sweet tooth. Her head rolled back, both hands rested in her hair and she let out a deep sigh, gazing at the lights. “Hah… Says the one who isn’t taking her shirt off as well.”

Both hands slipped down, around and underneath Lunara’s jawline, cupped and tipped up so they can meet eye-to-eye. “Why not show me what you got?” A finger traced down the middle of their neck to the base, lower along the chest and hooked that knot at the front of their white cropped top. She didn’t know what was coming over her, now, she still burned red, her finger-gaps even had sweat, yet her guile to talk and hands almost moved entirely autonomous from her thought process. If there ever was one. “Take it off for me.”

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Angelina's tongue was sharp in every sense. She was equally good at both kissing and cheeky conversations. Although, unlike at the very beginning of the match, now the words of the red-haired girl seemed to Lunara not so annoying. Quite the opposite. The words that Angelina prefers to win tonight made the predator smile. It was a bull's-eye hit. Because, perhaps, this was the only thing that Lunara could not give her. At least voluntarily. But they still have enough time ahead to resolve this issue.

Something else was important now. The important thing was that they were in the corner. And now that the American girl was between the turnbuckles and Lunara, it was much easier for the blonde to keep her rival at the waist. Now both of the predator's hands were free and now she could get a little more. Angelina did not resist at all at the moment when the gentle palms of the Jaguarundi began to take off her T-shirt. The blonde felt the heat of her rival's body. And she felt her body getting hotter too. She felt a slight blush on her cheeks. And she felt that gradually her crotch was getting wet due to the increasing excitement.

She didn't lie when she complimented her rival. Angelina really had a beautiful and amazing body. A shiver ran through Lunara's body when she first touched her lips to breasts of the American girl. A fascinating feeling. But it didn't last long. Angelina reacted to the compliment in her usual cheeky manner. And then Lunara felt the red-haired girl's palms on her chin. Oh, Angelina's fingers were slightly sweaty. She seemed very worried.

Lunara raised her head and the look of her turquoise eyes met the eyes of her rival. And when she heard Angelina's question, those eyes flashed playfully. The American girl wanted more. And it was wonderful that she declared it. Lunara closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly at the moment when Angelina's finger slid over her skin, approaching the knot on her blouse. She was pleased with the touch of this girl. Lunara opened her eyes again when she heard a request to take it off for Angelina.

"How about something else?" she asked softly, then leaned forward so that only Angelina could hear her. "How about you take it off for yourself?"

The blonde gently touched Angelina's palms and directed them down. She really could have just taken off her blouse. But... for what? Why deprive Angelina of such pleasure? It was important for Lunara that this red-haired girl got such feelings today that she will never forget. And so every detail was important. She only slightly guided her opponent, manipulating her fingers with light pressure. It wasn't too complicated a knot, three movements were enough to untie it.

"Take it off me, Angelina..." said Lunara, flashing her eyes, pulling her arms back a little so that the blouse would fall freely at any moment when her rival wanted it.

[Monsy]

This woman embodied a dalliance between an angel and a snake. She couldn’t see what came next, whether pulling these strings would set her back or bring her forward. It was a game. One she allowed herself to be behest to. What other explanation than to be lifted up, trapped inside the corner and stripped of her shirt in a contest where your own skin is used against you. Everything about it was like touching fire. So when she found that knot and gestured to undo it, she did so half-earnestly. She used one hand, her wrist guided as a base, and her sweaty fingers pinching fabric as the real puppet masters of these strings.

“You’re really somethin’, Lunara.” She had this cheeky one-sided smile as she watched her hand, and her second cupped their clothed breast and squeezed gingerly. She peered into their eyes, bemused, “I am new to this whole game. But, at what point do we stop making this so easy for each other? I like prizes not so easily won, you feel me?”

Then the third pull, and it fell as Lunara allowed. Her arms swung around their neck, and she rolled her hips into them, arching her back to collide their chests and for Angelina to reign taller. Just a bit.

“Whaddaya say? Perhaps we can have ourselves a little wager and prize. A game within a fuckin’ game.”

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Events really did not go quite as Lunara expected. Considering their little clash on Twitter, as well as Angelina's cheeky words before the start of the match, the blonde was sure that the match would be more like a fight between two wild cats. However, everything went much more calmly.

Despite the fact that the red-haired girl continued to maintain audacity in most of her words, Lunara sensed her inexperience in such things. Despite the fact that the Jaguarnudi was an infinitely proud woman, her main feature has always been that she was able to adapt to any partner. And she didn't want her opponent to feel uncomfortable. Lunara was not one of those who enjoyed hard domination. Well, only if her opponent is not an impudent bitch who deserves to be fucked like the last whore. Angelina didn't fit that description in her opinion.

Therefore, the predator enjoyed pushing the American girl to action. Angelina's deft fingers began to work with the knot on the blonde's blouse. However, she used only one hand for this, she needed the other hand to squeeze Lunara's breast, which caused the Jaguarundi to exhale hot air.

She growled playfully after hearing a compliment from the red-haired girl. Even though it was a match, Lunara remained a woman, and a woman is always pleased to hear compliments. Although it was worth admitting that Angelina's next words were even more exciting. Lunara's turquoise eyes sparkled, and her heart beat faster. She was absolutely not against the fact that this match went smoothly and gently. But if her opponent really want to do it in a competitive way...

"It sounds very arousing, my sweet Angelina,," said Lunara, and then, to add fuel to the fire, she added: "think you can handle me not only in sex, but also in wrestling?"

Oh, it looks like Angelina wasn't kidding about that. In the next second, Lunara's blouse fell to the mat, now the predator's chest was hidden only by her red bra. Angelina strained her legs and hugged the blonde's neck, thereby pressing to her. Their breasts touched, which caused a shiver on the American woman's back. She would prefer that they were without bras, because then nothing would prevent their hard nipples from touching. But everything is ahead. Everything is ahead. Besides, Angelina had a very unusual offer. This time, Lunara had to lift her head slightly to look into the eyes of her rival. With her left hand, the blonde hugged Angelina's waist, and her right hand slid up the velvet skin, stopping at the neck of the red-haired girl.

"One of us will become the other's slave after the match," Lunala reminded, "but if you want a game within the game, then how about a strip game? Whoever is the first to be without clothes will allow five minutes to do with her whatever the partner wants."

It was a high-stakes game, but it was Angelina who suggested it. Lunara was a very gambling person. She could really enjoy any type of sexual interaction. But when it comes to a combination of sex and fighting... then a real predator wakes up in her. Her turquoise eyes sparkled again, and the smile on her face became more defiant.

"And we will start right now," she purred.

With these words, she squeezed Angelina's neck with her fingers. The Jaguarundi was going to turn around in the opposite direction, and then send Angelina's body straight down. Yes, she could be gentle. But if they were going to turn this match into a real bomb filled with passion, then she would do whatever was necessary. And she was going to start with a spinning spinebuster, which probably make it clear to the red-haired girl that it would be a very tense confrontation.

[Monsy]

This session tiptoed more with foreplay and sex than a competition. Lunara enjoyed much control with them inside the corner and took the lead for herself by stripping Angelina’s shirt first. There was no tension about how she returned it. How she undid their blouse. Letting it fall, eye contact, sweet-sweet brushes of the hand. It was fun but slow. Hunger was seeping deep for something else. Something more. She didn’t know what to think when an enemy wishes to be so gentle, but now, Angelina found that leak inside her ship and decided to plug it with a challenge.


“Yep.” She replied calmly and immediately after. Hands on the waist and neck were just more of this gentle play. It was almost affectionate and doting. Leaving her more hungry than even ten seconds ago. They finally bid into her little scheme to take their bodies for a ride. “Five minutes, huh? A lot can happen in five minutes, girl. Ya sure you want these hands roamin’ free?”

That switch in gaze was all she wanted. Call her a child on Christmas, but also a child who prowled on Halloween, alone. This was about to start a game she’s ill-experienced in. Lunara looked well-versed, how she handled and conducted herself put a shiver up her nape and moisture in her loins since the first meeting. And now they crystalized, with ghost-white cheeks as they declared the start. “Fuck…” She cursed under her breath, just as they squeezed her neck, and they turned around and crashed. Angelina’s back slapped flat like a belly-flop. Her head snapped into the canvas and her upper-half rebounded off the canvas, then back down. Her arms sprawled. Dizziness gripped her eyes and sent them into a black-hole. Everything swam around her, and her spine pinched and prickled like getting jabbed by a cactus. Groans slipped out as her eyes tightened shut, her fists done into iron domes and her legs sprawled out, spread, her skirt riding up her thighs so front-row crowds could see the Marauder’s black panties. “Nnnnnnggghh… Ya, a bell or whistle wouda been cool, ya know?”

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Roller coaster. It was hard to call it somehow else. What started out as smooth and attractive erotica turned into something else at one moment. Lunara did not hold back, because her rival wanted it herself. The blonde used all her strength to push Angelina into the mat as if it was a standard match, where they needed something other than an orgasm to win.

The hall was filled with surprised noise, because, given the start of the match, the audience assumed that they would not see something like this. But for Lunara, their opinion didn't matter. She was really going to give the red-haired girl a soft pleasure, being respectful of Angelina's not the greatest experience in such things. But she was willing to admit that she had underestimated her rival a little. The proposal to make this match competitive not only in terms of sex, but also in terms of wrestling raised the red-haired girl in the eyes of the Jaguarundi.

But now that their game had begun, the predator was determined to take the maximum possible. Looking at her rival and hearing her words, she only smiled slightly. Angelina still has a lot to learn about the risks associated with a combination of sex and fighting. Everything had just begun and a whole ocean of new sensations was waiting for her ahead. Lunara licked her lips slightly when she saw that the red-haired girl's skirt was pulled up. Angelina's black panties were very attractive. The Jaguarundi just couldn't afford herself to ignore it.

"Many people think that pain and pleasure are incompatible," she said in the same slightly purring voice, "I wonder what you think about this?"

Lunara was going to lean forward, placing her right hand near Angelina's head. But much more important was what Lunara did with her left hand. Her palm rested on the inside of the American girl's thigh, and then the predator's fingers began to slowly rise up, sliding over the velvety skin. She was in no hurry, she wanted Angelina to feel this moment.

Lifting the hem of her rival's skirt higher and higher, Lunara finally reached her goal. Her middle and ring fingers touched Angelina's pussy, covered with the black fabric of panties. At first it was just the pads of her fingers, but then the predator used all available surface. Lightly pressing, she ran her fingers up and down, rubbing Angelina's pussy. She knew that her opponent's body was filled with pain after the powerful throw. But she was wondering what the red-haired girl would feel now?

"Amazing, isn't it?" Lunara asked before pressing her lips to her rival's lips.

Starting the kiss, she once again ran her fingers over Angelina's pussy, after which her palm rose higher. It was easy to get lost at such moments, but Lunara remembered about their little game. And so she was going to unbutton the skirt of the American girl, then to rid her of this item of clothing.

[Monsy]

Layers like a cake.
Sex and violence had its way of creeping into many hearts, and she wondered that from their eyes. The little hunger on how they stared. Just what lies underneath? Funny that she paid for it with her back. The pain is immense but fulfilling. She didn’t pay for nothing. It earned her a prize for a question. That was enough. So she took her time to stew in it, no reason to rush, sprawled on her back, flat, easing out every kink that slam knotted her up in. She took a deep salvo of breath and let it out. They didn’t seem too far behind, already plotting their next move on her. That, in turn, was just the layer she needed.


“Mmmmmm. . .I don’t. I think of winning…” She nodded slowly…. Watching that hand by her head, then a quick glance down as little flower petals fluttered on her thigh. Her legs opened a little, just subtle invitation and curiosity to their scheme. She knew where they were heading, and still, the feeling made her suck in, hold, arch her spine, then relax with a slow exhale. “And only that.” Angelina’s legs had a rhythm of moving with the fingers, making light movements as they coursed around and explored the cloaked tight folds. There was pain and pleasure. But not really a cocktail of feeling, but two separate drinks she revelled in each individually. To that - each was ten times more.


Her eyes were already closed when they touched down and the instinct to kiss back was instant, tilting her head and pushing up just a little. The little added shock was all she loved to finally release the maiden moan against their mouth. Her hips gave a little buck and short roll. But to what they said made sense, the senses had a heightened way of feeling everything… That hand was going just a little high for her taste, and when it coursed over the fabric, she had the right feel to slither her hand between them, and grab at the centre-placed buttons that were vital to the skirt. She leaned away from the kiss, replacing it with the index finger of her other hand. “Ya wanna win too, don’tcha?” A brow quirked and she turned to this small smirk with a deep-red blush, “Then ya gotta eaaaarn it.” She trailed off in this sing-song tone and this girlish giggle as she pumped her shoulder off the mat, slinging that arm around their neck and corresponding leg around their hips, now shooting her weight into a roll in hopes to flip the situation and turn this predator into prey.

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Step by step. More precisely, moan by moan. Each person is unique in their own way and everyone has certain special features. One of the main features of Lunara was that she came to a real ecstasy in those moments when she gave pleasure to her partner. And Angelina's quiet but sweet moans were a clear sign that she was doing everything right. These sounds were a beautiful melody that the American woman could enjoy endlessly.

And although she wanted to continue caressing her rival's pussy, the blonde did not forget about the most important thing. The stakes of this match were high from the very beginning, but the red-haired girl raised them even higher. And if in the beginning Lunara was focused solely on pleasure, now she was not going to forget about victory. Therefore, despite the desire to hear even more moans, the Jaguarundi decided to take advantage of the moment to rid Angelina of her skirt.

It seemed that the predator was making some progress in this, because soon her rival's skirt was unbuttoned. But then Angelina interrupted their kiss by pressing her index finger to Lunara's lips. Looking into the eyes of the red-haired girl, Lunara saw the excitement. Oh damn. It was very difficult to put into words. But she knew she liked it. It seems Angelina was not so simple. This girl also wanted to win. Passion and competition. That's what made hentai matches really great. And Lunara absolutely agreed with the words of her rival. Victory must be earned.

But before the predator had time to answer anything, Angelina decided to move on to more active actions. Wrapping her arm around Lunara's neck and her leg around Lunara's hips, the red-haired girl forced them to turn over, taking a position on top. Now Angelina seemed much more confident than before, it seems that with each new second the fire inside her flared up more and more. Gradually, it began to turn into a real confrontation. But despite the fact that Lunara had a great desire to check what Angelina was going to do next...

"Then you should try harder," the predator's turquoise eyes flashed excitedly.

Placing her palms near her head, she was going to strain her arms and legs in order to lift her body above the mat and make a bridge. In such a simple way, she was going to throw off Angelina in order to get some free space! And by doing this, she wanted to demonstrate to Angelina that now she will not receive any indulgences. The American girl wanted to do it in a competitive way, right? Therefore, Lunara was going to give it to her in full!

[Monsy]

The woman’s appetite was infectious. This little game on the ground was just a mini spar to test the waters, and warm them up. The possibilities lied endless. Bite the lip. Knee between the legs. Hurl fists at the sides or perhaps lug her head like the horned-bowling ball it could be. But why not play as they meant. This was so new, with the adding of so many eyes. Pride and shame had sneaky ways of rearing its head with Angelina. She would not lose in this manner. Flipping the situation was easy, even at the cost of her skirt slacking and eventually slipping off her waist to unveil tight-fitting black panties. Her eyes flickered to the sight, a crumpled little hill at their side. Nothing more now.

Her focus lies on one thing now, and the many, many, many options that now showed itself. It’s just unfortunate they didn’t allow some time to peruse them. “Harda, huh?” A brow cocked. She looked on at the puzzle of their hand placement. Something about it was almost funny. And she ate that soon after, with their bridge tossing the lightweight Marauder off in a good ol’ fashion buck! She tumbled over their head, rolled but easily fancied back to a knee, then her feet with an exaggerated bounce for style. Now the wind on her thighs was much more apparent. Rather - her whole body as only her underwear remained. It made her giggle just a bit as those thoughts ran through her head. “Fightin’ a woman half-naked in front of thousands. This… is just fuckin' awesome.” She mumbled under her breath.

A foot slid back and Angelina slouched, placing her hands on bent knees. The front leg pounced and her eyes stalked, puckering her lips in wait. Because once they turned around, Angelina would burst right at them; a full-fledged sprint where she’d duck low and try to spear her shoulder into that smooth tummy she’d gotten so little feel out of… For now.