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

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It was hard to tell what the blonde's thoughts were focused on at the moment. The situation in which she found herself after the brutal attacks of her rival was far from iridescent. In a sense, Lunara was trapped, because now her options were very limited. She still felt pain both in the abdominal area and in the head area. In addition, her opponent continued to act cautiously, limiting the movements of both the predator's hands and legs.

All this led to the fact that Lunara simply had no other choice but to try to have pleasure. And, considering that if she hadn't had time to turn her head to the side, she would probably have gotten a broken nose after all the collisions of her head with the mat, this seemed far from the worst option.

Their tongues once again entered into a passionate dance. The exchange of saliva gave this kiss a unique taste. The two muscles moved in mouths almost synchronously. The Jaguarundi felt that her opponent's every move was aimed at strengthening her dominant position. Angelina not only moved her hands to the predator's head, but also continued to actively work with her hips.

Lunara's bare breasts kept coming into contact with the American girl's bra. Because of all this, Lunara felt her body getting hotter and hotter. Lust gradually began to fill her, causing an irresistible desire to completely surrender to pleasure. Now it seemed that the tables had completely turned and that the predator had really turned into a helpless prey.

One could believe it especially strongly at the moment when Angelina finally broke the kiss. The words spoken by the red-haired girl sounded like a sentence. It seems she was sure that now in this ring she became an alpha female. She had every reason to think so, because recent events were entirely on her side.

"Be a good bitch..." Lunara repeated in her mind.

If Sintharia had been here, she would have understood what was going on in her older sister's soul right now, even though Lunara did not react to Angelina's words in any way. If up to this moment Lunara had had two feelings towards her rival, then these words really enraged her. And now the Jaguarundi had only one wish. She wanted to shove these words into the pussy of the red-haired girl and make her scream in pleasure.

But a real predator must be patient. One sharp attack is not always enough to get a dinner. No. A real predator has to wait for the right moment. And only when the prey does not suspect anything, only then comes the time of the attack. Lunara has always been patient. And she knew it wasn't time yet.

Therefore, Angelina did not meet any resistance at the moment when she began to sink lower. She had no doubts about what exactly her rival's goal was. Angelina's fingers spoke loudly enough about this, when they hooked the top hem of the predator's skirt and panties. But before trying to take them off, the American girl decided to tease Lunara a little more. The blonde's back arched at the moment when her rival's lips touched her panties. A moan escaped from Lunara's lips. And then she felt Angelina's fingers tighten. Her opponent wanted to end it all with one confident move.

"Now..." Lunara thought.

It was at the moment when Angelina decided to pull off Lunara's skirt and panties, the predator threw both hands forward in order to grab her opponent's wrists. Lifting her head, Lunara wanted to see the reaction of the red-haired girl. However, it would have been a very short moment, lasting much less than one second. Because the Jaguarundi wasn't going to miss the moment she had been waiting for.

Because of Angelina's actions, Lunara's legs became almost completely free, which is exactly what she was going to use. The predator intended to bend both legs at the knees, and then throw them forward and up. It seems Angelina enjoyed the moment when her lips touched Lunara's panties. Well, the American woman was going to give her rival even more of these moments.

Because, if successful, she would cross her legs behind Angelina's head in an attempt to use these voluminous and muscular pythons to close the neck and head of the red-haired girl in a headscissors hold! Holding her opponent's wrists, Lunara would spare no effort to watch Angelina's face turn red like a tomato. Not only because of the pressure on her head, but also because of the fact that in this position her face would again be pressed against Lunara's pussy, but this time against her will!

[Monsy]

Comfort came with slipping into her own. The mental momentum as she punched through the ice; debuting with thousands observing. An array of eyes and an army of voices concocted into one multi-headed entity of perception. It was worry and fear, anxiety and pressure of being embarrassed, having the shame of people witnessing you fail, underperforming and having every mishap recorded. Or worse. And as Angelina inched further towards her goal, that heart-pinch and nervous sweat was all she wanted to accept: this is EXACTLY where she wanted to be. So with a skirt and panty in a clutch, Angelina was more than salivating to take these off. Call her tunnel-visioned, unseasoned and negligent - for she’d thought it all but won.

“All… Min-KGH!” Her voice broke. Lips mushed into a puckered bowl as two enveloping thighs squeezed her cheeks. A bath of heat steamed on her pallid cheeks and turned to pink. Her breath cut short, caught mid-way to gag and cough, if not for being smothered deep betwixt their legs, her wet mouth mashing and force-kissing Lunara’s clothed pussy. “Gh.gggh…” The choking girl had this nigh-gargle as she tried breathing against the choke. Her lungs burned. Her face felt full, yet she was lightheaded. Much of her senses were numbing. Her arms gave a few token tugs. Drool seeped from the corners of her mouth, and her flickering eyes were slipping back, with the pink turning to red if it continued for much longer. Pain all but swallowing on the neck, but having numbed until the point that she was fluttering in space. Neither here nor there. Some place between sleep and consciousness; night terror, limp and an open canvas for her opponent to paint.

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Lunara believed that sex is the ocean. A seemingly endless beautiful place, filled with a variety of things. You can find and see a lot of things in the ocean. Nice quiet wind. A beautiful lonely island. A flock of unusual fish. A devastating storm. That's why she believed that sex is like the ocean, because sex is multifaceted.

When at the beginning of the match she felt some uncertainty on the part of her opponent, the Jaguarundi decided to adjust to Angelina. Lunara believed that giving the red-haired girl a little tenderness was the right decision. She did not feel any obvious danger from her rival and therefore was ready to give Angelina a pleasant feeling.

But the more control the American girl got, the more confident and aggressive she became. Of course, it was still a match and Lunara had no right to complain about the excessively tough attack that the red-haired girl used, especially considering the bet they made. To some extent, the blonde was ready to give up her wild desires in order to make Angelina feel on top. But the girl had gone too far.

They say that a real predator cannot be kept in a cage. And at the moment when Angelina decided that she deserved the right to call Lunara her bitch, the predator inside the blonde woke up from a dream. And now that Angelina's head was wedged between the Jaguarundi's hips, it was time for her to understand who the real woman was here. If she thought she fully understood the rules of the game and became the alpha and omega in this ring, then Lunara with a smile on her face was going to show her how much she was wrong about it.

"So where we stopped?" Lunara purred, looking at how Angelina's face is getting redder and redder, and her eyes are gradually starting to empty. "Oh yeah, I think you told me to stay down and be a good bitch."

A flame ran through the Jaguarundi's turquoise eyes, and her lips stretched into a predatory smile. She felt that her opponent's body had softened. It was obvious that Angelina had not completely lost consciousness yet. Good. After all, this was not the goal of Lunara. Losing consciousness would mean that the red-haired girl would lose the ability to feel. The Jaguarundi had other plans.

The blonde intended to move her legs to the right and then relax them. Thus, she was going to let go of Angelina, at the same time forcing her to roll over on her back. Lunara would get up on all fours next to her rival. She need to take off the red-haired woman's panties and bra in order to win their bet. And, given the condition of the American girl, Lunara could probably do it with two quick movements. But is it interesting enough?

Throwing her left leg over Angelina, Lunara was going to hang over her. She wanted to put her hands on the shoulders of this impudent girl, and then lower her head down. She wanted her lips to be next to her rival's right ear. Angelina could probably hear the predator's breathing.

"Isn't it time to see what you're hiding?" she whispered slowly near Angelina's ear.

The predator's teeth closed on the American girl's earlobe. No, it wasn't to hurt her. But it was difficult for Lunara to continue to restrain her impulses. She wanted to finally get what she was here for. And it's time to show why she calls herself a predator.

The blonde's left hand rose higher and her fingers closed around Angelina's throat, again depriving her of some oxygen. She didn't want her opponent to come to her senses ahead of time. A soft, barely perceptible kiss on the cheek. And the same soft kiss on the lips. Starting to descend, Lunara was going to give a light kiss to the neck of the American girl. Lower and lower, continuing to give kisses. First in the collarbone area, then in the area of her breasts, then the upper part of her stomach. And finally the last kiss in the very bottom of the stomach, right where the panties of the red-haired girl began.

Yes, now there was no doubt about what Lunara wanted to do. Releasing Angelina's neck, she slid her palms along the American girl's body. But her hands would not stop moving, the predator intended to hook the top hem of Angelina's panties with her fingers in order to pull them off expose the treasure that was under them. Well, and also to see if this treasure was already wet.

[Monsy]

Well…. Shit. Well… Shit. Well shit! Well….. Shit.
Shit. Shit…..well. Well, this was a dork-pickle, now wasn’t it? This padded cell ran out of oxygen. Adrenaline ran cold and the birds above started a lovely tune. Or was that her theme song? Maybe, oh baby, oh honey, don’t be so cruel - unlike the lock around her head, the captor’s legs that made her drool. She was already seeing greener pastures. Ears muffled, where any audio was just diced into powder. All garbled and nonsensical.

She felt warm all-over. The exhilaration coupled with discomfort. Happily eloped and dancing on the honeymoon, though with knives behind their backs, as both knew what this meant. Angelina simply couldn’t find her fingers to protest. Everything was multiplying and spinning around. Her neck and face were red, where any touch would be like dropping cold water on an element. She slacked into shape, any that her opponent wished. Shoulders down, arms half-folded by her head, legs half-spread with the pointed toes idly swaying. She was quiet but sucking in gallons of air. Her perky chest went up and down, a slight arch in her back. You can almost see her heart punch against the ribs. “Bughhh…”

She might as well have a beautiful conglomerate of burlap sacks, simply pinned by her own weight. Her face was but a furnace after the first whisper, which to her world, was pitch black. Her shoulders shrivelled up, she turned away, hair swiping over her amethyst eyes as her lips wrestled to form a sense of composure. The nibble on her ear was just a gentle drill against the silk cover. The pain was fine. Any amount of it was almost craved. Sugar for her nape. It was hard to keep breathing shallow, but the clasp around her neck was like a shot of caffeine.

Her eyes finally opened farther than a peek. They looked up towards the blonde, glossy, almost puppyish, half-empty and passive. One arm folded up and flocked, hardly a clasp against it as her glistening mouth opened, trying to calmly inhale, but finding nothing but a pinch. The choke, flutter and cold adrenaline made her arch, timed to the beat of Lunara’s affection. First to the cheek, a sweet but taunting gesture. To the lips which she scrambled, almost tiredly to match. Her head lifted but dropped back down. The touch to her aching neck was what brought a lip-bite and a whimper as her eyes closed. She could hardly tell where she was anymore. Her frame slowly danced to Lunara’s rhythm. A flinch in her shoulders, one that could turn her white in chills. Warmth to her breasts beckoned an arch. Another veined attempt to inhale. But a groan whispered out. Her stomach sucked in and at last, her thighs shuddered and a slight tremble wracked her, with her hips rolling subtly as though taken by a gentle beach wave, flopping over to kiss the sand.

Hooked on the hem, what felt like plucking petals off a flower, she felt a breeze fill what her clothes once kept at bay. Down and down it went, to her ankles which lifted and dropped back down, legs slightly wider apart, with Angelina’s view starting to consolidate into cold reality. Her womanhood bore a sopping glisten, with eager folds and a shiver in reaction to the cold. She was scorching on the inside, drawing one elbow back and curling her shoulders off the mat, propping up and looking like a post-Sunday-afternoon nap. “F-Fuckin… Impossible-..” A look of disbelief, sheepish fright with nibbles on the corner of her lip, these long hard blinks that tried to change reality. Her sputtering breath, weary like a sauna and bobbing her shoulders. Stunned into muttering silence afterward, with shame aplenty, instinct gutted and a weariness. Losing sucked. It was only now that the possibility was dawning; she loathed it.

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There would hardly be a good enough metaphor to describe Lunara's state. While her lips were on the way from the ear to the lower abdomen of the red-haired girl, the anticipation of the predator increased exponentially. She knew what was waiting for her at the end of this path. She wanted to get it. And the closer she was to the goal, the more waves of arousal passed through her body.

Powerful legs helped her break Angelina's resistance. However, her rival's body still responded to the predator's actions. Inexplicable magic that adds a special charm to everything that is happening. Quiet moans of pleasure and barely noticeable, but still body movements. Even though she was almost completely unconscious, Angelina felt everything that Lunara was doing. And it looks like her body wasn't ready to put up any resistance.

The Jaguarundi's heart began to beat with the speed of a jackhammer at the moment when her fingers finally reached the hem of her rival's panties. And she couldn't wait any longer. The blonde pulled Angelina's panties down. The fabric began to slide over the slightly sticky skin due to sweat. Lower and lower. And finally, to the accompaniment of loud shouts and applause, the American girl turned out to be completely naked from the waist down.

Angelina's smooth-shaven pussy glistened slightly because of the released juices. Oh, it seems the red-haired girl was no less turned on than Lunara. The predator barely had the strength to tear her eyes away from the treasure she found under the panties, and Angelina herself helped her in this. The American girl raised herself slightly with the help of her elbow in order to look at the result of the predator's efforts.

Only a blind person wouldn't have noticed the embarrassment on her face due to the fact that her pussy was now on public display. A few minutes ago, when she had everything under control, she seemed to be a dominatrix, who no doubt enjoyed her complete freedom of action. But now she again looked like the inexperienced girl she was at the very beginning of the match, she again looked like the girl who seemed to melt right after their tongues first intertwined in a passionate dance.

"Darling..." Lunara said and her eyes flashed. "you have no idea what's possible."

So now, to win their little game, Lunara had only to rip off this attractive black bra, exposing Angelina's breasts. And she wondered what Angelina herself would do if she were in Lunara's place at this moment? Taking advantage of the still weakened state of the opponent, would she jump on her, grab her head and start driving it into the floor until she lost consciousness, so that she could then unhindered take off the bra? Judging by the previous actions of the red-haired girl, this is about what she would have done.

The victory was important for Lunara, especially considering that this is her debut match. But would the audience have enjoyed it if she really did it that way? And most importantly, would she have enjoyed it? She can be cruel. She can be ruthless. And she was vindictive. She never forgot the wrongs inflicted on her. Did she want to take revenge for the fact that Angelina ruthlessly hammered her head into the mat? Yes. But was there only one way to get revenge on this red-haired girl?

Lunara was going to run her hands along the inside of Angelina's thighs, and then smoothly spread her opponent's legs apart in order to get a little more space. Would Angelina have guessed at that moment what Lunara was up to? Was it preparation for a submission hold or something similar? The predator once again looked into the eyes of the red-haired girl before heading down.

"Phaaaa..." slowly and evenly, Lunara would release a stream of hot air from her mouth.

She realized that Angelina felt a coolness on her crotch after she lost her panties. Lunara was wondering how warm she would feel after that? However, she would not stop there. It can be said that by doing this she only wanted to prepare Angelina for further events. Because right after that, Lunara was going to stick out her tongue. Tilting her head, she was going to press her tongue to her rival's pussy, using all the available area of this wet muscle. She wanted to feel every crease, every unevenness that Angelina could offer her.

And that's why Lunara was going to run her tongue as slowly as possible over the entire length of Angelina's pussy. The Jaguarundi's taste buds would be filled with the taste of her rival's juices. What's it? Something unusual. A strange flavor combination, in which there were several notes. She liked it. Therefore, when her tongue finally went the whole distance, the predator made a clicking sound. Lifting her head slightly, she would have happily swallowed the saliva mixed with her rival's juices.

"A kiwano," she would say, "amazing taste..."

She didn't know if Angelina would have answered these words or not. And in fact, something else was important. The important thing was that immediately after that, Lunara would put her head down again. And this time there would be no question of a smooth pace. She was about to start running her tongue over Angelina's pussy. Closing her eyes, Lunara would try to make her nose as close as possible to the area of her rival's clitoris in order for hot breathing to provide additional stimulation to this extremely sensitive area. And did her actions give at least someone in this hall less pleasure than if she had attacked Angelina in an attempt to drive her head into the mat? She doubted it, she doubted it very much.

[Monsy]

The canvas was her flower-field that spun on fluid wheels.
Roars swept through its hills, raked her ears like someone twisted her ear-drums. Her revival was slow, though breaking a thin stone shell that kept her bound. She had eyes of wonder, glistening, blinking gingerly. Only on her elbows did she overview, the feeling was rather minute. Anything she felt was just fireworks in her brain, the fluttering, a thrill like freefall as the open drift chilled her bones. Her legs opened with a calm parting push, knees lifted, calves folded over. An eye closed to the silk-warm breath that doted on her folds like rose petals, teeth hardened, and she rendered hush with the face of a tomato.

“A-aa…” Her pussy looked swallowed by her opponent, given a welcome to Lunara’s mouth with everything it had to offer. An enchanting spiral sparkled inside, coursing her hips to roll, back to arch and her head to lean back to count the lights above, sinking deep into a long moan that stretched into the predator was done appetising.

It did well to stir up her mind in gordian knots. How it felt so well. So many eyes swimming around like sharks. Staring. The attention this got, their cheers and goading. Too much porn - the lot of them. But being on this side of things. Much of it was inside the moment. Strategic thinking melted for her, the need to win seemingly dripping down the drain. She just needed a moment to breathe, and render things in real time, rather than the slipping backseat she took, drowning in the smooth motions of her opponent’s tongue.

“T-Tchhh.. More…” She moaned, gentle… “I want it… more…”

Drool seemed out of the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes looked docile, passive as though they could drift into the back of her head. Hips continued to sway, her lifted legs remained folded, open and trembled when the nose prodded and teased, the warm winds to contrast her chilling shoulders. But soon this state of cobwebbedness was fading. Angelina controlled her breathing. She steadied her lovestruck heart, chewed on her lip. The arousal was palpable, but she, like always, was impatient. They wanted to feed on her? Well… If they wanted to win so bad, then might as well give it to them. “More.”

A hand soon reached and tried to clutch Lunara by the hair, pulling her closer against her womanhood. Then she tried taking her legs, wrestling just one over Lunara’s head and shooting her weight with the corresponding hip, hoping to send the pair rolling, where Angelina could land on top. Then with her hair-leash to steady her steed, a blonde’s face for her throne, Angelina sat down on Lunara’s mouth, lurched over and looking down to see what reaction this gambit might get.

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She felt it. She felt every movement of the red-haired girl. She could feel her thighs trembling. She could feel her back arching. She could even feel goosebumps on her back. Lunara knew that Angelina liked what was happening. No matter how much self-control this or that woman has, sooner or later this resistance will disappear like darkness at dawn. The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest. The predator wanted her rival to voluntarily plunge into the waters of pleasure.

And the Jaguarundi was making progress in this. The moans and words of the American girl clearly indicated that she needed more. And the blonde was happy to give her rival what she wanted. She believed that every person has a vocation. And she believed that her vocation was to give her partners pleasure.

Her wet tongue slid over Angelina's pussy, exploring the folds and bumps. Lunara's taste buds were filled with the taste of the red-haired girl's juices. And it was better for her than the most exquisite dish. She continued to take slow breaths in and out. Not only to maintain hot air flows on Angelina's clitoris, but also to fill her lungs with wonderful aromas.

Lunara felt that juices were also pouring out of her own pussy. And she couldn't deny that it was difficult for her to contain her own arousal. But with every second she more and more wanted to make Angelina cum. She no longer cared about their game within the game. Seeing what pleasure overwhelmed the red-haired girl, the predator wanted only one thing.

But, contrary to Lunara's expectations, her rival did not agree to just continue lying down and having pleasure. Suddenly, the blonde felt a hard grip on her hair. And then, with one sharp movement, Angelina turned their positions around. As a result, Lunara was in a lying position, while Angelina was on top. The ass of the American girl was on the blonde's neck and partially on her breasts. Angelina was still holding the predator's hair, and her gaze was directed straight into the turquoise eyes.

Lunara responded in kind, looking into the eyes of her rival. It seems the red-haired girl was wondering how the Jaguarnudi would react to what had just happened. Logic suggested that Lunara's position had become less secure and that she should do something about it. For a few seconds she just stared into Angelina's eyes, as if teasing her and giving her the opportunity to guess what she was going to do. Considering that Lunara's mouth was still tightly pressed against her rival's pussy, she had no way to speak. But right now she didn't see the need to.

"You asked for more, didn't you?" the predator thought.

Throwing up her hands, she was going to slap both of Angelina's buttocks hard. Hard enough to leave two red prints on that skin. Lunara was about to release her claws, slightly digging into the velvety skin of her rival. She was still looking into the eyes of the American girl, continuing to tease her. But then her eyes closed, the predator got ready.

She stuck out her tongue again, but this time not just to lick Angelina's pussy. This time she wanted to use the entire length of this wet muscle in order to try to get inside the labia of the red-haired girl. But that wasn't all. Her hands began to move. But not up or down. The predator intended to bring her hands together so that her deft fingers would be between Angelina's buttocks. And only when she got there, she would put a little pressure on the American girl's sphincter. Many underestimate the sensitivity of this place, but Lunara knew that if she affected Angelina not only from the front, but also from behind, then the red-haired girl would surely open up new horizons of sensations. And now the only question was, how much would Angelina like Lunara's reaction to the fact that she was on the bottom?

[Monsy]

Sensation drived motion, together they chased their tails like Angelina’s maiden body chased that nurturing mouth that gave waves of light affection. She clung to it, and stroked herself on it, moving her hips in little sideways rocks, meeting their eyes with a docile pair. This marauder was young - but far from stupid. An invitation slated like a demand as their lips were smothered by hers. Angelina was enthralled on the first taste. Tight, warm and slick, a breathiness plucked as her hips shuddered to being pierced by the tongue and its many little buds slipping into her body. She sucked in, held it, curling forward, then squeaked, “AH!” The sound was very girlish from the surprise.

Both cheeks blushed, matching her face which drowned in scarlet. It felt like bruises would start to form, so it was hard to stay seated when being squeezed. But like all pain, she challenged it to new heights. This was nothing. All for a glimpse of this fluttering feeling inside her hips that rendered her to float on clouds, and be locked in this sugar-rush that put a tickle up on her spine. Then she arched back, like pressing a button that made her stick her chest out and belly, “-K-Kaa…” The girl moaned softly while looking straight up, her thighs shuddering at that spot, first squeezing Lunara’s head then spreading. Her fingers curled more into the scalp, pushing down as her arm rendered stiff. Angelina gave her taste all over their mouth, sopping that a little squelch could radiate with any friction. She looked back, though entranced with her own body’s sensitive erotica, sighted that Lunara was open in almost all regards otherwise.

Licking all four fingers, Angelina leaned back further and further to reach and apply her hand over Lunara’s panties, and stroke her moist digits over the covered folds, motioning in a circle and using her thumb to glide upwards until she reached the top of the labia and pressed down, circling it again to see if she could find her own button to tame this predator.

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Has the dam burst? No, not yet. But it was definitely the tide. Angelina's juices filled most of the space where Lunara's head was. This pleasantly smelling liquid completely covered her mouth, cheeks and neck. She even had to move her head slightly higher so that nothing superfluous would get into her nose. Suffocating in such a position would be far from the most pleasant end to this journey.

The predator's tongue explored the inner walls of Angelina's pussy and even if the American girl still had the will to resist, her body demanded something else. Angelina's moans pleasantly tickled the ears of the Jaguarundi, but she liked even more how her rival's body was bending.

At first, only the upper part of the red-haired girl's body moved, but then waves of excitement began to guide her legs, too. Lunara felt her opponent's thighs squeeze her head. But then Angelina's muscles relaxed. Then they tensed up again. Oh, the predator knew what that sign was. Soon. Just a little more.

The blonde lowered her hands a little lower. She wanted to dip her fingers in the juices of her rival. And when she felt that the viscous liquid was on her fingers, she moved her hands up again. Making a circular motion with her palms, she wanted not only to lightly massage the buttocks of the red-haired girl, but also to moisten the space between these lush buns.

Angelina's body bent once more. But this time it's not just because of the pleasure. This time the red-haired girl leaned back with a specific purpose. And she didn't hide what that goal was. Lunara's legs trembled the moment Angelina's fingers touched her pussy. Yes, she was still wearing her panties. But they were soaking wet, and her labia were as sensitive as possible due to sexual arousal.

The predator slightly squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to be distracted by the massaging movements of her opponent's fingers. But after a few moments it became impossible. Why? Because the American girl's thumb pressed on the magic place. And when Angelina started massaging the predator's clitoris area, she couldn't help herself.

"Maaaahhhh!!!" she moaned strangled, but still loud enough.

It was good. It felt damn good. Even hypnotizing. Lunara could not deny that she also loved to have pleasure. And now she had the opportunity. She knew she could just relax in order to let Angelina continue. But when the predator opened her eyes, a playful twinkle ran through them.

Reaching for Lunara's pussy, the red-haired girl leaned back too much. And for the Jaguarundi, it was an opportunity she wasn't going to miss this time. The predator intended to abruptly throw her legs up in order to grab her opponent's waist, thereby closing Angelina in a bodyscissors hold. In this match, Lunara gave her opponent several opportunities, trying to be softer than usual. But now she got into the excitement. Now, she wasn't going to give her rival any favors. Now she was going to win.

If she had managed to catch Angelina, she would have immediately jerked her legs to the side. Thus, she wanted to turn them over, thereby pressing the red-haired girl to the mat face down, while Lunara herself intended to sit on her opponent's back. She remembered about their little game in game perfectly. But she didn't care about that right now.

"You wanted me to stop playing with you, right?" she purred, licking Angelina's juices from her lips. "Enjoy then."

With that, she was about to grab Angelina's right leg. Bending this leg into an arc, she wanted to place Angelina's ankle under her left armpit, and place her left palm on the kneecap of this captured leg. Yes, it was definitely a single leg Boston crab, that's right. If it was a classic match, she would have tried to pull Angelina's leg so hard, as if she was going to tear off that leg. But it was not a classic match...

Therefore, using her free hand, she intended to first slap the American girl on the buttock, and then, using the middle and ring fingers, penetrate her pussy. Considering how much juice flowed out of Angelina, she had no need to wet her fingers before that. Slightly pulling the captured leg of her opponent, Lunara was going to start moving her fingers back and forth, increasing the speed with every second. It was her hentai signature move, which she called the estrous cycle. And it had only one purpose. To bring her opponent to orgasm.

[Monsy]

Success measured in voice. Sounded sadistic in her head, playing this game, where a scream was self-fulfilling. It was winning. She never saw it like that, was unsure if she really wanted to, but for the sake of winning, that was everything. And she couldn’t fight that. So her hand continued its dance, the honey between her legs threw her senses into a sweet sugar rush. She was floating, perhaps drowning in sensations. A tingle and spark here. Nothing too bad, she can hold on for a while, but it kept her well-seated, content and yearning. If only she can feel this at all hours of the day.

“Not so tough ya-self, ya?” A hearty laugh. True, that made her feel better that she was only one tensing and twitching. Anything to hide that fact. And if she said something enough times and with enough confidence, it would happen. It had to.

Her eyes peered back when Lunara latched, coiled and encircled Angelina’s small waist. She looked back, eyes wide, cursing, “Fuck!” And the turn came after. Small stature was a crippling thing. She was made to move, not to anchor - and turned without much difficulty, crashing on her shoulder, then to her face, flat on her smooth tummy. Both hands pushed on the canvas, propping her upper-half up, shaking off cobwebs. “Is that supposed to be somethin’ funny? The fuck ya doi- hey-hey! Ach!”

Pulling her leg put her hips into the air. An arch weaved into her back. Angelina’s flexibility and the lack of strain to do so made her resemble a stretched out cat. She was just annoyed, flushed red on her elbows and ready to scratch them in the buns for giving the cameras a titantron-worthy shot. There wasn’t any pain, at least yet, and Angelina submitted to the thought of a flood of it, and riled herself to cope.

“Ohhhh, ya evil cunt. Evil-evil… I am so going to-FFF-” Her lips curled and shrivelled to that spank. Her eyes watered just a tad and it stung so much she whimpered. Most painful thing of the evening, perhaps of the last year. It gave her a handprint, but, as she dwindled from the sting, came a rush of feeling full from two digits. “F…Faaaack…” Angelina’s head dipped down. Her walls parted and squeezed on those digits, soaking up all the friction it could, from knuckle to knuckle. It was an explosion of contentment, wanting it, wanting to last, wanting it to last. She had a marching band in her chest and she wasn’t sure when the crescendo would arrive. The fingers moved, and that answer steadily became clear. In the nose, and out. One-two. One-two. Control, steady, discipline. Angelina shuffled an elbow forward, trying to gain some ground. Her head shook. A heavy, shaky breath out the mouth. She moaned, but stuffed her mouth with the back of her hand. “Nah-uh. No.”

It didn’t get easier to deal. It just got faster, hit harder. Lunara could forge a weak-spot in her body just by rhythm alone, and pound away at it with soft-fingertips. By the third reach with her forearm, she flopped, panting like a dog. Her hips had curled into the air. She was shivering, and began to spasm. Her face was buried into the canvas, red as a plum. Her fingers scratched the canvas, simply holding on. At last, she started to moan freely. High-pitched, long, gentle and breathy. She was tiring. She felt sweaty from her spine, tummy and face. Her juices squelched in each dive, giving off the scent of sex. Her hips bucked and she gave off the loudest moan yet, then a cry, “Ohhfuck…Ohhhfuckkk!” She was a mumbling mess of whimpers and cries, half-teary eyed, drooling and primed to explode. She just needed a little encouragement. A push.