Sweet Prize For Both

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Continued from here.

Nerissa took her lips away from Sheila's. Even that kiss seemed enough to her now. She got a lot more out of this match than she expected. Yes, they had met only once, but after that meeting she had no doubts about the fact that Sheila would give her an incredible match. However, even in her wildest fantasies, the Echidna did not imagine that the blonde would be so persistent and skillful. This woman gave her not just a match, she gave her real emotions.

Now both women looked more like two living dead. They had beaten each other so badly, their entire bodies were covered in bruises, their faces and even their hair were covered in blood. It seemed that they needed a shower and a good rest. In Sheila's case, she also needed to regain consciousness after Nerissa strangled her. The Native American woman really could have refused her prize, because she was sure that they would still be able to have a great time any other day.

But the temptation was too great. Hormones were flowing through the Echidna's veins. She enjoyed the match. And now she wanted to enjoy the blonde's body. She didn't care about the pain. She didn't care was tired. She wanted to fuck the Wild One in front of that excited crowd. And if someone still didn't understand, then Nerissa no one gives up their desires.

So she rolled out of the ring, and then lifted the fabric. The audience looked at it with some bewilderment, because it was unclear to them what exactly Nerissa wanted to find there. There was only one person in the arena who knew that the Echidna was trying to find a small bag. That person was Victoria. And, seeing how her ward straightens up to her full height with the bag in her hands, she adjusted her glasses.

Nerissa threw the bag into the ring near the corner, and then rolled under the bottom rope, once again being near Sheila. The Native American woman looked at the blonde and felt her heart begin to beat faster. She remembered how hot the night they had spent together had been. And now... now she could do absolutely anything she wanted with the Australian woman. Without any restrictions. The very thought of it filled Nerissa's mouth with saliva. To begin with, she squatted down in order to get rid of both her boots and Sheila's, and then...

"You know..." she hissed, leaning down and running the fingers of both hands over the Wild One's bare stomach. "I imagined this moment every day..."

She didn't really care if the blonde heard her. Nerissa sank even lower, while her palms began to slide up. Higher and higher. And even at the moment when she got to her rival's sports top, she didn't stop. The Native American woman unceremoniously hooked the bottom hem of the top and pulled it up, exposing Sheila's juicy breasts to the enthusiastic hum of the audience.

"You're mine..." she said viciously, spreading her fingers and placing her palms on Sheila's boobs. "I can literally hear my soul singing... and now..."

The Native American woman licked her lips, and then her fingers tightened. She not only squeezed the blonde's tits, but also squeezed the nipples between her fingers. She wanted these bumps to swell and become hard as soon as possible. A smile appeared on the Echidna's bloody face. Right now she looked more like a wild animal than a human.

"Remember, don't even dare ask for more," she said ambiguously and without any subtext, however, she wasn't going to leave Sheila without a little instruction. "I promise you'll want to ask for more, but don't you dare, because as soon as this request comes out of your mouth..."

Usually everyone dreams of hearing such a request during sex. Such a request is the best manifestation of a strong bond between partners. So why did Nerissa forbid the Wild One to ask for it? Well, so far the answer to this question will remain shrouded in darkness. But Nerissa was ready to give an answer to another question. What happens if the Australian woman still dares to ask for more?

"I'll stop," these simple words sounded like a real threat.

And with these words, the Echidna lowered her head to the very bottom. Her long tongue left her mouth. The wet muscle made contact with the skin just below Sheila's navel. At the same moment, she tasted sweat. Someone would probably find it disgusting. And Nerissa would have punched that them in the face. Because this salty taste, burning her wounded lips, was sweeter for her than the most exquisite dessert.

Nerissa's tongue began to move upward. First she passed the abs and navel, then the tongue slipped between the breasts, then she got to the collarbone and neck. And only then Nerissa finally reached her destination. Without asking for an invitation, she intended to literally shove her unnaturally long tongue into Sheila's mouth. A sensitive French kiss? No. She wanted to penetrate as deep into her rival's throat as possible. She wanted the Wild One to fully wake up and there was no better way for this than a deep rude kiss that she was going to give her.

[BlackAkuma]

Getting knocked out was always so fucking weird. You’d think Sheila would be used to it, since it happened to her so many damn times - at least thirty, at the last count - but no, that wasn’t how it worked. No matter how tough she was, no matter how many times she was put under, getting dragged into la-la land was a surreal experience. It was like time didn’t work right when you were knocked out like your brain completely shut down and you just ceased to exist. When she went under, she swore she was out for hours. Like all the higher functions in her brain switched off, and she was left with this blank slate. Trippy, wild stuff.

This time, though, was a little different. This time, she’d gone under with emotions swirling inside her, her blood racing and heart threatening to beat out of her chest. This time, she’d been put to sleep while she had this swelling urge in her stomach, this unquenchable thirst. This time, she was knocked out, knowing what was waiting for her when she came back to life, and fuck, she was so eager for it.

Hands on her stomach. A whisper in the ear. The rumbling din of the crowd, a noise like distant thunder. ”I imagined this moment every day..."

Sheila’s eyes fluttered open, then squinted at the arena’s blinding lights. She was awake, though not wholly aware of what was going on, as her brain struggled to put the pieces together. She knew that voice, even now, unmistakable despite the crowd’s raucous cries. A voice like sin, slithering in your ear, filling your head with promises and potential, making your hairs stand at attention. If sex had a voice, it’d have to sound something like this.

”Nerissa…”

Sheila gasped the name more than she spoke it, coming out with a deep exhale as familiar fingers made their way up her chest, gripping at her top, pulling it over, and…yeah, her breasts were out, sweaty orbs exposed to the cold air. Judging by the crowd’s cheers, they must’ve looked awesome.

The Wild One kept her eyes closed, still returning to the land of the living, but her body knew how to react without her approval. Her back arched, and her nails dragged along the canvas as Nerissa worked on her breasts, teasing, twisting, and taunting her with her electric touch. There were the natural reactions as her nipples swelled and hardened to fine points. But as maddening as it was, it wasn’t what really drove Sheila insane. At the end of the day, she was always a little horny, and getting her revved up with a good touch wasn’t that hard.

But doing it with words? Saying the right combination of things to melt her? That took some talent, and in this field, Nerissa excelled.

”Ah, fuck.” Sheila bit her lip as her serpentine torturer issued her little threat, saying she’d cut it all off if she asked for more of what she was craving. It might have seemed simple, but the beauty knew exactly what she was doing. Every cell in Sheila’s body was crying out for more, more touches, more tongue, more contact, and being denied the right to give that voice was a trial by itself. ”You fucking…” She slammed her fist against the canvas as Nerissa brought her tongue out and targeted the naval. She knew how sensitive she was down there, damn it. ”Fuck. Fuck me…”

There was that tongue. That famous tongue of hers making its way up her body. Nerissa knew all the right spots to hit along her destination, and Sheila danced at her touch as if she were delivering electricity straight into her body. Higher and higher, leaving a trail of saliva in her wake. Sheila’s hands rose to her own head, gripping her hair and yanking at it while Nerissa made her squirm. ”Almost, almost, yeah-”

Her babbling was cut short as Nerissa finally, finally, took her mouth with that insane kiss, plunging it so deep that Sheila thought she might go down her throat. She tried to fight back with her own tongue, but it was like a garden snake trying to compete with a python, and she was overwhelmed straight away. She screamed into her lover’s mouth and her arms wrapped around the back of her neck by reflex, pulling her in close as their bodies ground together. Her eyes opened wide, peering hard into Nerissa’s, mirroring the Native American’s passion.

Maybe she couldn't say the words, but her hungry gaze conveyed the message well enough. More.

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Those eyes... those turquoise eyes. Nerissa had never been a romantic, but as soon as Sheila opened her eyes and looked at her, the Native American woman was sure that she could drown in the beautiful eyes of her rival. Their match, of course, was tough, but Nerissa was going to do everything in her power to give her opponent such pleasure that would make her forget absolutely everything.

When the tongue of the Echidna began to move over the salty skin of the blonde, she heard the cherished words that made the corners of her lips lift. Sheila wanted Nerissa to fuck her. But much better than the words about the desire of the Wild, her body spoke. As Nerissa's tongue moved higher and higher, an electric current seemed to pass through Sheila's body. The blonde began to squirm, which is why her lush breasts began to rub against the chest of the Echidna. But, of course, this was just the beginning.

Leaving a trail of saliva on Sheila's body, Nerissa forcefully stuck her tongue into her rival's mouth. No one could feel it fully except the Australian woman, but Nerissa's tongue was so long that with due diligence she could use it to block the blonde's airways. But, nevertheless, at that moment she wanted something completely different.

Her wet muscle explored every corner of Sheila's mouth and although the Wild tried to resist with her own tongue, it was Nerissa who was the leader of this passionate dance. Unable to contain her emotions, the Echidna began to moan softly. She's never been one to hide her feelings. And now, being with Sheila, she felt really good.

Slightly opening her eyes, the Echidna could not restrain a playful hiss. The reason was obvious. Sheila's turquoise eyes were wide open and Nerissa saw nothing but passion in those eyes. Yes, the Australian woman certainly wanted more. And although she didn't dare say it out loud yet, it was obvious that Nerissa had achieved what she wanted. She managed to turn Sheila into a time bomb. She knew for sure that by forbidding Sheila to talk about her desire out loud, she forced her to start accumulating emotions and feelings inside. And the longer it lasts, the more powerful the explosion will be at the very end.

"Maaahh!"

With a loud moan, Nerissa stuck her tongue out of the blonde's mouth and slightly pulled away from her face, as a result of which a thin bridge of saliva formed between their mouths. The Native American woman almost gently ran her palm over Sheila's cheek, and then straightened up and grabbed the bottom hem of her sports bra. With just one movement, she took it over her head and tossed it aside. Exposing her sweaty breasts, she caused enthusiastic shouts from the audience, who clearly welcomed such a hot development of events.

However, Nerissa was not focused on them, but on Sheila. So she leaned down again and their bare breasts pressed into each other. Putting two fingers to the blonde's jaw, she intended to force her to turn her head to the side, because in that case Nerissa would have unhindered access to her rival's neck.

Defiantly licking her lips, the Echidna was going to bite into this soft skin. She wanted Sheila to feel this moment in all its glory through this bite. Of course, Nerissa wasn't going to bite her so hard that she bled, but she definitely wanted the marks of her teeth to remain on this skin. And after that, the Echidna was going to start sucking the skin of her rival, actively working with both lips and tongue. She wanted to leave bright red spots on Sheila's neck, she wanted it to stay with her for the next few weeks.

And like the cherry on the cake, Nerissa intended to start moving smoothly back and forth, thereby forcing their sweaty lush breasts to roll over each other. It was at this point that she began to moan again, because every time her hard nipples came into contact with Sheila's, it seemed to her that her mind was being moved somewhere very far away. Slowly but surely, Nerissa was plunging into real ecstasy because of the hot woman next to her.

[BlackAkuma]

Heather McDonald, met her in secondary school during a track meet. The small chick was kind of shy but freaky if you pushed her enough and no one was looking. They hit it off well, really well, and made out under the bleachers. She had a crazy kiss, wild and hungry and fierce. She liked to do this thing where she’d give you three quick, hot pecks, then top it off with a long one. A little too wild with the tongue, got her drool all over the place, but otherwise fine.

Ronnie Winston, this fan Sheila hooked up with after one of her backyard brawls. She’d been pretty banged up, so there wasn’t too much she could do, but that was fine since Ronnie had enough energy for both of them. She was a big girl, well over six feet tall, and she had this smothering, sucking kind of kiss that made it feel like she was trying to eat your face. Sheila swore, the woman tried to empty her nose with it. A little gross, but she dug it.

Mikaela Yin, Paula Poundstone, the cougar she hooked up with at the tattoo parlor, so many women in Sheila’s history and so many delicate kisses to go along with them. Sheila could remember them all, clear as day, so she could say with authority that, good as some of them were, none held a candle to Nerissa.

It was that tongue, that fucking tongue. Sheila didn't know if Nerissa had surgery to extend it or if she was just blessed with some kind of freaky mutation. Still, the thing moved like it had a mind of its own, worming and slithering its way along her gums, sliding over teeth, utterly dominating her own in the process. She was willing to bet it could’ve gone down her gullet, and she almost wanted Nerissa to try.

Eventually, though, Nerissa had to come up for air, and Sheila gasped after she pulled away, trying to refill her lungs as she heaved underneath the Native American. Even so, she kept her eyes forward, watching the temptress pull her top off and cast it aside, leaving them both bare-chested—a good indication of where things were going next.

Sheila’s chest rose to meet Nerissa’s without her even thinking about it as if they were drawn by magnetism. Maybe they were - a raw, primal sort that drove them both wild, that made the dark beauty gnaw away at her neck like a dog worrying a bone, that made the Wild One buck and moan and growl like a beast in heat. She welcomed every nip and nibble on her skin, and she had to bite her lip to avoid asking for more. She was going to get it, she was sure.

Sheila had been still up to this point - yes, she’d writhed and bucked at Nerissa’s attention, but she’d been happy just to take it, a mixture of her being wiped out and not being sure what she was and wasn’t supposed to do with these stipulations. Regardless, her body craved more, and her hands found their way up to Nerissa’s in short order, with one running along her sides, while the other found a lovely, lush cheek to squeeze and caress. It wasn’t much, but it was just the beginning. She had to touch this woman, need to feel as much of this body as possible.

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Nerissa wasn't lying when she said she thought about this moment almost every day. Since the day they met, Sheila has been like a parasite in the mind of the Native American woman. She considered herself unique without any remorse because she was not afraid to live the way she wanted. However, in this blonde, the Echidna saw a kindred spirit. And now that the fight time had come to an end, she was going to enjoy every second with the Wild One.

When Nerissa's teeth bit into her rival's neck, Sheila began to squirm, making sounds most similar to a mix of moans and growls. However, it was safe to say that she liked it. Few people were able to understand the beauty of such an aggressive foreplay, but these two women were not like the others. They could be both gentle and rude to each other. The boundary between these two concepts was completely erased for them. And perhaps that's why they had access to pleasure that was unattainable for everyone else.

Continuing both to suck the skin on the blonde's neck, and to move back and forth, forcing their breasts to squeeze into each other, Nerissa felt that Sheila's body began to tremble. It was a sure sign that the Australian woman continued to accumulate sexual arousal. To Nerissa's delight, Sheila was well aware that she could not ask for more. Good. The Echidna wanted these feelings to literally start bursting her rival from the inside.

"Shhhhh..." she hissed the moment Sheila put her hands on her waist.

Nerissa's skin crawled from the blonde's touch. She liked the feel of those palms sliding down, but she liked it even more when Sheila's fingers tightened, squeezing her buttocks. Considering that Nerissa's sports panties looked more like thongs, Sheila had almost unhindered access to Nerissa's juicy flesh.

Without slowing down, Nerissa reached out with her left hand to her opponent's head in order to grab a handful of her hair at the very base. In a fit of passion, she pulled Sheila's hair a little roughly so that she tilted her head back and thereby stretched the skin on her neck. It was then that the Echidna pressed her lips to this skin with such force that a black bruise would surely remain there.

And while their breasts were rolling over each other, causing new waves of pleasure, the Echidna was also going to start preparing for something much more interesting. That's why her right hand went down. Repeating the blonde's actions, she ran her palm along her torso, and then her fingers ended up on the Australian woman's shorts. Deftly moving her fingers, she dealt with every button in her way.

"Sheila..." she muttered, blowing hot breath on her neck.

[BlackAkuma]

The Wild One was destructive, crazy, a physical threat to anyone within a mile radius, a feral opponent -. Still, if there was one thing she never was, it was tame, especially in the bedroom. While Sheila’s partners would attest to her legendary kinkiness, none of them would say she was known for being a bottom. She wasn’t against the idea, just that she hadn't encountered anyone who could make that happen. More often than not, she overwhelmed the people she was fucking and took control. She had to. They couldn't keep up the pace otherwise, didn’t move fast enough, and risked ruining the whole moment. Nobody could make her slow. Nobody could take the wheel.

Then along came Nerissa Labong. Oh, what a difference a few days could make.

Though she was much more accustomed to being in the position Nerissa currently occupied, she couldn't deny that she loved the reversal, and she might’ve even admitted that things worked better this way. When Sheila took the reins, she was unhinged, lashing out like the wild animal everyone pegged her as. Sloppy, savage. It worked for her 99 times out of 100, but there was something to be said for the calm, heated control that Nerissa brought to the table. It made the Wild One melt under her thumb and electrified her with every touch.

It was why her hands went to Nerissa’s body, almost without her thinking about it. She had to feel as much of this woman as she could. Had to have that sensation—that touch. Her fingers sunk in deep, pressing against her tight flesh to massage the muscle within. The only pause came when her hair was yanked at the roots, forcing her to cry out, then cry out again as the serpentine woman’s lips struck her neck with an impossible force. It was almost as if they’d never stopped fighting, every action so forceful, painful, and vicious.

Sheila loved it. More than anything, she loved the fingers slipped to her waist, and all the unspoken promises they brought with her. ”’Rissa…” She whispered back and ran her nails along the underside of her tormenter’s ass, hard enough to leave red marks that would even show on her skin. She began to thrust buck her hips before she knew what was happening, as if her body couldn't hide the anticipation.

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Remembering the night they spent together on the day they met, Nerissa couldn't call it anything other than a fight for the right to be on top. They spent most of the night rolling on the floor because neither of them was willing to stay under the other for too long. And even now, despite the fact that Nerissa had earned the right to be on top with blood and sweat, she still felt Sheila's rebelliousness.

That's what she liked about this woman. And this was also the reason why Nerissa wanted so much to subdue the Wild One to her will. The Echidna hissed with pleasure when she heard Sheila's scream at the moment when she pulled her hair and bit her lips into the blonde's neck. They were both living proof that pain and pleasure are more than compatible things.

While Nerissa's hand was moving down, she felt the blonde got goose bumps. The sexual arousal in Sheila's body continued to accumulate and she was barely able to contain it. Nerissa wasn't going to keep her waiting, she wanted her rival to start screaming in pleasure like a real wild animal and so her fingers began to deftly work with the buttons on the Australian woman's short shorts. It seemed that a little more and...

"SHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!" The playful hissing suddenly turned into a loud scream.

The reason for this was the blonde's nails, which dug into the flesh of Nerissa. Sheila left five red lines on each buttock of the Native American woman, which made her throw her head back and show her teeth. Only when the pain became easier a few seconds later, she lowered her head, looking the blonde straight in the eyes. There was passion mixed with irritation on her face.

"Oh, the defeated slut is still showing claws, huh?" She asked savoring every word. "Maybe you'd better show my feet your tongue?"

Grinning, Nerissa let go of Sheila's hair and rose to her knees, towering over her rival. Someone would have found her words insulting, but it gave her pleasure to emphasize her status as a winner and she was sure that if Sheila had been in her place, she would not have been ashamed to do the same.

The Echidna turned to face Sheila's legs, her knees were on both sides of her opponent's torso. Leaning forward slightly, she hooked both the hem of her opponent's shorts and her panties with the thumbs. In one simple movement, she pulled them down, exposing the pussy of the Australian woman, which caused a violent reaction from the audience. But what did she mean when she mentioned her rival's tongue a moment earlier? The answer is not long to wait.

Wrapping her arms around the blonde's hips, Nerissa intended to spread her legs apart. Slowly and smoothly, she arched her back, at the same time bending even lower. Feeling that her heart was about to literally jump out of her chest, she stuck out her tongue. The Native American woman, using as large an area of her wet muscle as possible, intended to touch the the Wild One's clitoris area. And then, as slowly as possible, she was going to move her tongue forward, with the help of her saliva she wanted to moisten Sheila's pussy along the entire length.

And now it's time for an answer. Because the second Sheila opened her mouth to let out a moan, Nerissa was going to bring her lower legs together in order to place both feet directly on the blonde's face. It was after this that her tongue would begin to move back and forth, actively exploring every roughness of her rival's labia.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was a great many things - a wrestler, a fighter, a promoter, an anarchist, a lush, the only woman to get kicked out of every bar in Kiwirrkurra County. But one thing was never - never - was submissive. It wasn’t in her nature to just lay back and take it. Far too aggressive to just not fight back when someone was pushing her, for whatever, and it came down to instinct. Even when she wanted to lay back and take it, her body knew better. Like rebellion was in her blood. Might have been her ancestors speaking out.

And that was why the claws came out. It was inevitable, as was the reaction she got from Nerissa. Didn’t make it any less sweet, hearing her cry out with that sizzling, serpentine voice of hers. The look that the Native American gave her when she looked down was a fiery one - half turned on, half pissed off, just the way Sheila liked her. Even in defeat, the games continued.

Sheila could’ve had the natural reaction to someone calling her a slut, and in most cases, she would have - while she didn’t have any shame in being a kinky bitch, she wasn’t about to suffer anyone trying to use that as a cudgel against her, and she’d knocked dumbasses out for less. Coming from Nerissa, though, it almost felt like a term of endearment. After all, they’d already shared a bed, spent the night, knew each others’ bodies to an academic point.

”Maybe I’d better.”

She threw out a flash of rebellion, and her tormentress responded appropriately, standing up and looking down on her, casting a long shadow with her lean frame. She wasn’t the tallest woman, neither of them were, but Nerissa seemed to tower over her in this moment, a living giantess.

When she spun about and lowered, Sheila initially thought she was in for a facesitting. Not something she would’ve been against, especially from a body like hers, but no - the snake woman had something more sinister in mind, something decidedly lewder. She brought her attention to her bottoms instead and unwrapped her prized with a few swift motions, exposing her pussy to the warm arena air.

That got a gasp out of the Wild One, and many more came in from the audience, acting as if they’d never seen a woman’s nethers before. She knew what was coming, and Sheila did her best to stifle a moan as her pussy met with an old, good friend.

She failed. The moan slipped out, anyway, as Nerissa went to work at her clit like a lollipop, eagerly slurping away, but she was allowed to enjoy the pleasure of an unobstructed mouth for long before the woman’s feet came down on her. She didn't need much instruction at this point, and she went to it with her tongue, licking and lapping away at the dominatrix’s waiting feet, approaching her task with the kind of sloppy energy that only came from extreme horniness.

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Yes. Fuck yes. It was simply impossible to describe this as otherwise. When Nerissa's tongue slid along the entire length of Sheila's pussy, the blonde, even despite all attempts to restrain it, let out such a loud and passionate moan that a shiver ran down Nerissa's back because of this. And surely this moan could have lasted longer if not for the actions of the Native American woman. Wanting to make the most of her winner's privilege, she literally shut her opponent up, putting both feet so far not in, but on her rival's mouth.

And at the same moment, their tongues began to work in tandem. Sheila's wet muscle began to slide over Nerissa's feet, which instantly switched the Echidna into real ecstasy mode. There was nothing she could do about it. Some say that any fetish is a deviation from the norm of sexual behavior. She didn't care. She liked it. It was in her fucking genetic code. Nerissa insanely liked to feel the tongue of the defeated bitch on her feet. Better than alcohol. Better than drugs. Better than anything.

"Mmmmm!!! MMMMM!!!!!!"

She started moaning, unable to keep it inside. And yet it didn't distract her from her main task. Moistening Sheila's pussy with saliva, Nerissa's long tongue began to slide back and forth. She involuntarily tensed her fingers, squeezing the flesh of the Australian woman's bare thighs. Her tongue was like a real snake, she explored Sheila's labia as if it was the last thing she was going to do in her life.

Nerissa's moans began to mix with gurgling sounds as she didn't care at all about swallowing her saliva and her rival's juices. She desperately wanted to remove one hand from the blonde's thigh in order to start caressing her pussy. But she had a clear plan and she intended to stick to it. Her pussy will get pleasure, but not before Sheila gets what she deserves.

Nerissa's tongue shifted a little higher and now all her activity was focused on the area of Sheila's clitoris. The Echidna alternated circular movements of her tongue with aggressive kisses and sucking. She intended to bring the blonde to orgasm, she wanted Sheila to literally explode. So she let go of the blonde's thighs and brought her palms together.

Without any warning, the middle and index fingers of both her hands penetrated the Australian woman's pussy to the maximum depth. She wanted Sheila to feel it in full before she started moving her fingers back and forth, increasing the speed with literally every penetration.

The only thing Nerissa was afraid of at that moment was that Sheila would forget about the condition that the Echidna had set at the very beginning. She was too engrossed right now to let Sheila interrupt her. Therefore, the Echidna intended to direct her feet down. It was difficult to say how many of her toes the blonde's mouth would be able to accommodate, but soon they would find out about it, besides, it would definitely not let Sheila say that she wants more!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila wasn’t a woman of many talents. She had one, and only one - fighting. Everything else she either failed at or succeeded through sheer stubborn determination, poking away at it until she finally got it right, and that was no different, here. As much as she wanted to keep quiet, as much as she wanted to follow the rules, self-control was just not something that came naturally to her.

It damn sure didn’t come when she was being driven insane in a sexual frenzy, as was definitely the case right now.

This was from the first time she’d had a tongue working her over, but Nerissa’s was something else. It was this insane, untamed, wild thing, moving like it had a mind of its own, more dextrous than anyone else she’d ever encountered. It was a big part of what made their first sexual encounter such a blast - the Native American had introduced her to tricks, she’d never seen before, given her pleasures she’d never imagined, and she was left addicted. She didn’t just want this woman to fuck her, she needed it, an unrelenting hunger that drove her insane.

It made her lick harder, longer, faster, as she lathered up Nerissa’s feet, doing her best to give back even a fraction of the pleasure she was receiving. It also gave her mouth something to do besides speaking, which was a good thing, as the walls of sense were starting to break down. There was only so much a woman like her could take before she gave into lust all the way, and then she wouldn’t be responsible for a word that came out of her mouth. As Nerissa drove deeper into her pussy, the words even began to form. ”P-plea-”

Lucky for both of them, Nerissa’s feet were just big enough to slip into her mouth and preserve the roleplay, creating the perfect gag. Sheila let out low, guttural groan, glaring up at Nerissa, before she rolled her eyes back and focused on breathing through her nose, not wanting to pass out like this. She took as much of the foot as her jaw could allow, coming close to gagging, as she thrusted her hips upwards without an ounce of shame - true, she couldn't ask for more with her mouth, but there was nothing to stop her from doing it with her body movements.