…If only that were the case. To her credit, Safiyah was pretty spot on with where the kick was going to land, although her crazed mind wasn’t thinking about the referee in this case. For that brief moment, she wasn’t thinking about the potential chance of getting disqualified. All that was stirring up inside of the bluenette was fuelling her to punish the Briton. And it would have been the picture perfect if Cleo didn’t show to be quite the equal to the Egyptian in so many ways.
Cleo would avoid getting hit, moving just in time to push the referee out of the way and dodging the kick as it slammed into the mat. Safiyah would land on all fours, though hitting nothing but the canvas made the Middle Eastern wince in pain. The British Model saw her chance, moving swiftly to manipulate the Egyptian’s limbs into a banana split.
…Well, it wasn’t quite the hold that she is aware of, one of the few that her tutor did show. At first, she was going to question it, but a sudden kick to the face interrupted the thought. Cleo was making use of the position that they were in, dragging her fingers along the inner thighs, which made Safiyah’s body shiver in delight. Her body was reacting to just that kind of touch, and weirdly, those kicks would do the same thing. It was as if the dark skin would react to almost anything. All the while, Cleo kept those legs spread wide to play and expose Safiyah to the crowd. Safiyah panted, moaning louder than before, but they would also be mixed with growls of frustration. Actual frustration or sexual, that’s for anyone to decide.
All of a sudden, Safiyah grabbed at Cleo’s aphrodisiac-coated foot after the fourth kick landed on her face. The Egyptian would bring her legs closer to herself as if pulling the string of a bow. Safiyah’s legs were already pretty flexible, so this was done with not much discomfort. What this also did was to drag Cleo much closer to the Egyptian, bending to a wicked degree that got a couple of cheers from the crowd. Once Cleo was close enough, Safiyah would glare right at her, as if a lioness in heat.
“You are such an idiot.”
Without much hesitation, Safiyah would plant her hands on the ground, before looking to shift herself over, rolling on top of the British Model. Safiyah would instead shift her foot towards herself before her shin would seek to press itself on Cleo’s throat like a blade. As if getting into a makeshift pigeon pose, the Azure Cobra sought to press that choke in further, all while her other leg would be conveniently placed between Cleo’s legs. Which gave the perfect opportunity for Safiyah to rock herself back and forth on top of the hated competitor. What this brings is twofold: each rock forward would press that shin, digging it further onto that delicate neck, while her thigh would press and rub against Cleo’s nether regions. The effects of the aphrodisiac would spur her on to rock against Cleo, and her pussy continued to leak more moisture, but if the British Model isn’t careful, this hold can end up very dangerous!
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