Rose Gold vs Izzia Oskevic [D]; Izzia's Debut

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She was so lovely, this entrapped woman. Her plump petals clearly visible beneath the slight veil of soiled silk. Her youthful body on full shameful display. All at the mercy of Rose Gold. The dark, lustful yang to the saccharine Kelsea's kind Yin. Rose wanted more of her. Her own sex sopping, practically dripping. She was going to fuck this little girl in front of the locker room, the audience, and the world. And if she had her way, she was going to make Izzia beg her to do it.

"You can't take anymore?" She responded with a faux-pout. She drug one of her index fingers along the smooth valley of her foe's inner thigh teasingly. That hand then began to gently caress the thin sacred valley between her womanhood and inner thigh. Never gracing her pretty labia with direct contact.

"Then... I wonder... Why haven't you tapped out yet?" She considered Izzia like a slutty Sherlock Holmes. Of course... Rose beleived she knew why.

As Izzia shook her head no, Rose brought her right boot to Izzia's throat then. Pressing her head back against the bottom turnbuckle. The force was enough to cut off her air supply. It was definitely enough to stop her from shaking her head again. The nerve.

However, Rose wanted to test her theory. That Izzia was getting off on being dominated. That she didn't want to surrender because to her, this match had become the best fuck she'd ever gotten.

"You've been so simple to pick apart." She slid her index finger up that valley once more. Her fingertip tracing a daring path along Izzia's sensitive skin.

"You've hardly been any sport at all." Her finger finished its journey, reaching the underside of Izzia's exposed ass. Her finger now traced a gentle, cupping line across the underside of one of its' cheeks.

"You might as well tap out now." The hand that held her panties softened it's grip, releasing the sensual grasp on her sex.

"That is...Unless you don't WANT to!" She grinned impishly. That hand pulled her panties taut once more. Repeating the process with each word spoken. Sliding them along her sensitive mound. Stimulating it from top to bottom as it spread her petals apart, shamefully visible while flush against her transluscent garment.

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"GNNGGH!" Izzia gurgled feebly a Rose Gold's boot pressed against her throat, shoving her head back against the turnbuckle and preventing any other movement. Her hands pawed at the boot that held her in place, but she had no strength left to resist. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, and thoughts of resistance completely destroyed by the dominating performance of her opponent.

She was finished now. With every searing taunt Rose was only adding to the Polish Princess's twisted arousal. Her nubile young body gyrated against Rose's touch as the woman played with with sex, fingers wandering, sliding across her damp sex and over her pert ass, all on display for the world from her compromising position. Each tweak and caress extracted more faint, breathless gurgles of pleasure, causing her body to convulse and shudder each time.

Then Rose Gold called her out, declaring that maybe Izzia didn't want this to end, accompanying that statement by repeatedly pulling the silken panties tight over Izzia's swelling sex. And although she didn't want to admit it to herself, Izzia couldn't deny that Rose Gold simply had her figured out. She'd never been so turned on in her life. She'd started out hoping to win a wrestling match but now was reduced to a submissive trophy at Rose Gold's hands.

Izzia choked out a high pitched gasp of pleasure, eyes going cross-eyed and her arms flopping limply against the canvas as she surrendered and let Rose Gold do as she wished. The only motions the Polish Princess made now were her hips pressing eagerly forward against Rose's touch, desperate to be fulfilled... desperate to be dominated once and for all.

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"You know Princess, I think you're beautiful." She pulled sensually on her fallen foe's flooded panties. The smooth material sliding across her womanhood like a lover's breath as she gyrated against it.

Rose suddenly released her grasp on her underwear as she lifted her boot off Izzia's throat. She reached down and grabbed a fist full of Izzia's hair. She'd raise the woman's head, drawing her out horizontally as she remained trapped in the tree of woe. Rose pressed her cheek to Izzia's lovingly and sang sweetly into her ear.

"And I've enjoyed dominating your pretty pussy and precious body." She ran the fingernail of the hand not clutching Izzia's mane down the center of her swollen flower. Playing from her entrance to her bud at its' base in a single, smooth tease.

"And I know you want to cum, don't you?" She asked her, her lips playing along the corners of Izzia's own mouth.

"But this isn't a Hentai match." She reminded Izzia, placing a sudden chaste kiss on her lips.

Just as suddenly, Rose yanked Izzia upwards and away from the ropes, disentangling her legs and driving her beautiful figure into the mat.

"And loser's don't get to CUM!"

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High-pitched squeaks of pleasure escaped from Izzia's lips as Rose Gold continued to glide her sodden panties over her swollen bud, teasing her relentlessly, a boot still planted on the Polish Princess's throat to hold her in place.

At last the boot was removed, prompting Izzia to let out a gasp of relief as she was able to breathe freely once more. A hand clasped her dark locks and she found herself levered up into a horizontal position with her legs still hung over the top ropes as Rose Gold whispered into her ear. Her whole body convulsed along with a squeal of pleasure as her flower was teased by her opponent. Rose's question prompted her to bite her lip, nodding weakly.

However, it appeared that she would not be delivered that final humiliation that by this point in the match she was craving! In a flash, Rose Gold heaved her off of the turn buckle and drove her downwards.

"Unnhhhh!" Izzia cried faintly as her compliant body was pasted into the canvas by Rose, and the resistance of the Polish Princess was well and truly crushed. She lay beneath Rose Gold in a quivering heap, her eyes rolling with her fingers clutching at the mats as she struggled to comprehend the release that had been denied to her. Her head rolled against her shoulder as she just barely clung to consciousness.

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Rose Gold looked down at her prey. The beautiful Polish Princess was coated in a sheen of sweat. Her skirt was useless, resting above her hips. Her breasts rose abd fell in shallow breaths as she was struggling to stay conscious. Her pretty Polish pussy was practically on full display through her moistened undergarments... Wear black next time...

She was a mess.

Rose leaned over Izzia and brushed her hair out of her face with a dainty sweep of her fingers. Izzia was hers for the taking. "I can't believe you're going to lose your debut!" She chirped, adding in a tsk.

Rose then began to descend on her fallen foe. She would wrap her legs around the lust drunk european's head, trapping one of her arms between her throat and Rose's own thighs. "You said you wanted to cum, right?" She looked down at Izzia, hovering above her and not yet locking in the hold.

First, she'd reach down and grasp her own attire by the inseem of their crotch. She pulled them aside. Just the underside. Just so Izzia could see her lovely young flower through the thin sheer leggings. They were soaked. Just as hungry as Izzia's had been. "You make me cum. And I'll let you use your hand to finish yourself off! Deal?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she tightened her thighs and forced her pussy against Izzia's face. While Rose's offer seemed... Kind... She'd left out the part that she would be simultaneously choking her unconscious while fucking her face. It was a race against the clock. Could Izzia make her cum before she passed out from Rose's finishing manuever?

The Midas Clutch

Ross was already rolling her hips against Izzia's desperate features. The clock was ticking...

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Izzia let out an incoherent moan as Rose brushed her hair from her eyes, mocking the pathetic debut of the Polish wrestler. Then Rose Gold descended upon her, trapping her in place with the other woman's open legs spread over her. Izzia's mouth dropped open as Rose Gold tugged her leotard aside, revealing the bulging damp flower just barely covered by her opponent's flimsy leggings. And then Rose delivered her ultimatum. The very words sent a shudder through Izzia's addled brain, but she didn't get a chance to reply.

"Hnnnghhh..." she cooed feebly as Rose Gold descended on her face, smothering her completely.

Her lust-drunk mind wasn't in any state to resist, and in an instant she was lapping desperately at Rose Gold's damp crotch as the dominant wrestler ground herself against the defeated Polish Princess's face. Her eyes rolled back in her skull as she capitulated completely, not even making a token attempt to resist. She had lost - there was nothing left to do but give in.

So, head spinning in the moist heat, Izzia buried her face in Rose Gold's soaked leggings and tried to comply with her conqueror's wishes ... before she passed out.

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Rose let out a satisfied sigh as she settled down onto her throne. Izzia's face felt good against her womanhood. Her labored breathing stimulated her body in a syncopating rhythm. Her desperate lapping was amateur, but eager. Of course, it didn't matter what Izzia did down there. Rose was getting off on dominating the beautiful woman. Even if she satisfied her poorly, she was still Rose's current favorite fuck-toy. Not that she would tell her that.

"Gosh Izzia!" She cried as she slipped a hand into her attire, her fingers playing with her own breast beneath her top. "You eat pussy worse than you wrestle! Is this how you're going to satisfy your mistress!?" Rose chided! The blonde would grab a fist-full of Izzia's hair with hand that wasn't busy playing with her own nipple. She would pull Izzia's face roughly against her, burying it somehow deeper between her thighs.

Then she would teach Izzia how to be her bottom. What before was rolling her hips, became genuine, enthusiastic fucking! Rose began to buck her hips roughly against Izzy's face! Roughly grinding her snatch against Izzia's tongue and completely sealing her ability to breath from her nose and mouth. She let out a stuttering moan as she used the bridge of Izzia's nose to tease her clit. She arched her back as she teased her entrance with Izzia's chin and tongue. And she pinched her nipple as she coated Izzia's pathetic face in her juices.

"Mmm! Th-that's more like it! F-finish me- Mmm! Eat me, you loser slut!"

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Izzia's tongue lapped desperately at Rose Gold's sodden tights, her senses in overdrive and filled with the scent and taste of her opponent. In her dazed state, however, she was hardly at her best, her body running on instinct alone. It seems that Rose Gold was aware of that fact, too. Before long her adversary vented her displeasure and settled herself even more firmly over Izzia's face, totally smothering her. She felt Rose's hand in her hair, forcing her faces even deeper between the temptress's thighs.

"Mppphhhh..."

With Rose Gold bucking against her face, completely smothering her nose and mouth, Izzia let out pathetic mewling sounds as she tried to comply with her dominant opponent's demands. Her eyes were just visible, going cross-eyed as she fought to remain conscious. Her hands clutched feebly at Rose's thighs and rear, legs spread wide apart to reveal her damp panties, and she could feel unconsciousness beginning to descend, Rose Gold's mocking words ringing in her ears...

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"Mmm!" Rose shuddered as Izzia was finally able to provide some real stimulus. Rose would never tell the submissive pole, but her tongue was driving her wild. Rose's hips were moving on their own now! The fist that grasped Izzia's hair tightened! Gripping so hard that her knuckles turned white and she threatened to pull it out by its roots!

"Oh... Oh god! Don't stop! Don't you fucking STOP!" Demand the blonde domitor, as if Izzia had a choice. She was practically dripping down Izzia's throat! Izzia was the perfect little fuck! Another thought she would never share with her human sextoy! Izzia's debut was one of the best things that had ever happened to the sadistic Rose Gold.

She looked behind her for a moment. Observing the Polish Princess's unsatisfied body. Her humble breasts rising and falling, their nipples perky. Her own cunt sodden and exposed through their useless panties. Not once did she feel bad for her. Not an ounce of pity for the pathetic loser between her thighs. "OH! M-make me cum! I'm gonna cum all over your loser face!"

She looked down at her and watched her eyes cross and begin to roll into her head. She wasn't going to last much longer. But neither was Rose Gold!

She ground her swollen pussy lips against her victim's face! The ample lubricant she'd provided made it easier to find the exact spots that Izzia's face fit perfectly! To assist the mostly immobile woman's tongue in pressing her buttons.

"F-FUCK!" She cried vulgarly as the end was upon them. Rose's body seized up! Her muscles tightened, an act that would seal Izzia's fate. It didn't seem the choke could get tighter... But as Rose's nubile body spasmed atop Izzia's helpless face, it did. Rose's legs squeezed with almost bone breaking force!

"I-I'M! CUMMING!!!!" she screamed as her body shook uncontrollably! Her eyes crossing and back arching! Her mouth hung open as she moaned out incoherent sounds. Her flower spilled it's nectar sloppily over her face in erratic spasms.

And when it was done, Rose fell forward onto her palms. Her breath coming in hot, satisfied pants. What a wonderful little bitch she'd found.

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As Rose Gold's demands became more and more frantic Izzia tried desperately to comply, all thoughts of any kind of wrestling victory long since quashed. She lapped at the soaking tights of her adversary, accepting her fate.

Izzia felt a surge of shame and release in equal measure as Rose Gold came explosively, spilling her juices all over the face of the Polish Princess. For an instant she thought now she would be able to get her own release from her conqueror.

But in the act of making Rose Gold cum, she had unwittingly sealed her own fate. Her opponent's legs clamped tight around her head and completely cut off Izzia's air! She let out a muffled shriek of dismay, legs kicking weakly and eyes rolling back in her skull as she was smothered between her opponent's thighs, face buried in the sodden tights and mouth filled with her taste. It was all too much.

With a final defeated moan, Izzia's body went limp, her arms flopping to the canvas on either side of her body and her legs going still. Her eyes fluttered for a moment before drifting shut as she crashed into unconsciousness. With that final degrading act she passed out beneath Rose Gold, a picture of humiliating defeat with the sensuous beauty sitting atop her face like a throne.