Who will it be, a new rival, a new student, a new friend, all together?

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Charlotte never held back during matches, it was one of the principles that she followed with all rigor. She believed that if you enter the ring without the intention to give your all, then you have no place in the ring. Therefore, she always fought with the flame in her heart until the very end, even if this or that situation seemed hopeless to her. The Frenchwoman believed that only by reaching the limit a fighter can take a step forward and become stronger. And even though no one can win every match, that doesn't mean you shouldn't strive for it.

However, today she had another reason to win. Today, overcome by a huge wave of new feelings and emotions, she wanted to win not in order to become stronger, but in order to get pleasure. It was the first time in her life when she considered a fight not as a way of self-development, but only as a way to quench her thirst to feel good.

When Jenner lifted her to her feet, Charlotte could barely contain her groans due to the pain in her arm after her rival's hard submission hold. Drops of sweat rolled down her practically naked body, and her breathing was as heavy as if she had taken part in a marathon. But even in spite of all this, she had never felt so alive. She spent the last six years of her life trying to lock her emotions away. However, today, what she had locked in the farthest room of her soul seemed to burst out. She wanted to win. She was eager to get the prize. And so she wasn't going to give in to the blonde.

Having managed to stop Jenner's attack, the pink-haired woman used her close contact skills, because not only kicks and punches were in her arsenal. Forcefully pushing Jenner's knee down, she upset her balance. Just for a second, but that second was enough for Charlotte to grab Jenner by the back of the head. It was her turn.

When Charlotte leaned back, all the sounds around her seemed to disappear. But a second later, the sound of Jenner's face colliding with Charlotte's knees echoed through the empty room. The blonde literally bounced off the Frenchwoman's knees, and then fell backwards on the mat with her arms wide open. Funny or not, but at that moment both women were in the same position because Charlotte, due to fatigue, also spread her legs and arms to the sides.

She felt the fire in her chest. And she knew for sure that it wasn't just the intense pace of this fight. No, that fire was the best sign of how excited she was. Besides, now she has a real reason to be proud of herself, because a few moments ago Jenner was in a dominant position, playing with Charlotte's body as if with a toy. But now the advantage was on the side of the pink-haired woman.

"Pha... pha... pha..." she was breathing heavily.

Her exposed breasts glistened because of the thick sweat and somewhere in the depths of her soul, Charlotte just wanted to lie for at least a few seconds to catch her breath. But it would be a real crime to miss an advantage gained with great difficulty. Therefore, pushing off with her hands from the mat, the Frenchwoman first took a sitting position, and then rose to one knee.

As expected, Jenner was stunned, it could be seen in her wide-open but empty eyes. However, even despite this, there was a faint smile on the blonde's face. It made Charlotte smile, too. The pink-haired woman turned around and took two steps forward, straight to the nearest corner. There she intended to grab the top ropes. If she wanted to win this sparring match, then she needed something really hard.

Charlotte intended to push off with her feet from the mat and jump first on the middle ropes, and then on the top ones. Because of her fatigue, it was difficult for her to keep her balance, but her body seemed to act on its own. The Frenchwoman turned to face her rival. By that time, Jenner had rolled over on her stomach and even started to get up on all fours. However, she was slow. Too slow. And so Charlotte took a deep breath, and then jumped forward, waving her arms wide. After enjoying the cool gusts of air, she intended to throw her legs to the side in order to take a more horizontal position. The last thing she had to do was to put her left elbow to the side in order to collapse directly on Jenner's back and nail her to the mat with a diving elbow drop!

[LawHell]

Jenner's ascent from the canvas was a slow, laborious process, each movement a testament to the punishing three-hour spar they had endured. The physical toll of the relentless battle was evident in the glistening sheen of sweat that coated Jenner's tattooed skin. Her body ached with each attempt to regain her footing, and the looming anticipation of another assault weighed heavily on her knowing the french woman would not give any room for her to recover.

Just as Jenner was gathering the last vestiges of her strength, a cataclysmic impact struck her like a sledgehammer blow in to her spine– a brutal elbow drop from the top rope. Her reserves were nearly depleted, but a fierce determination continued to smolder within her. She refused to bow to Charlotte's dominance and clung tenaciously to the hope of a triumphant comeback, all while casting a sultry, provocative glance toward her opponent from over her shoulder.

Amidst a tumult of agonized groans and defiant cries, she wrestled with the searing pain that surged through her body. In the midst of this torment, a sardonic laugh managed to escape her lips, an acknowledgment of the unyielding spirit that had defined her throughout the match. Jenner's gaze remained locked onto Charlotte, her eyes filled with an intoxicating mixture of challenge and desire still working up the will to get up if she even could at this point.

Jenner lay supine on the canvas, Charlotte's form pressing firmly against her own. Their combined perspiration dripped onto the mat, a physical testament to the ferocity of the battle that had unfolded. As her body quivered with exhaustion, Jenner couldn't help but let out a seductive chuckle. "You're quite the challenge, darling," she purred, her tone laced with a hint of both mockery and temptation.

Her breath came in heavy, ragged gasps, and Jenner managed to utter words between those labored breaths. "Not... out... yet..." The sheer willpower that coursed through her was evident in those words. If time permitted, Jenner would make a valiant attempt to push herself up from the mat, her trembling muscles revealing the severe wear and tear their intense match had inflicted. Right now, her desire to win was eclipsed only by her burning determination to have Charlotte firmly within her grasp.

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When Charlotte discovered the world of pro wrestling and began to expand her arsenal of movements, she was firmly convinced that she would never use aerial techniques. Cold logic told her that such movements were too dangerous and that the risk was not worth the result. When you jump from the top turnbuckle, there are about two and a half meters between you and the ring. And if you fall the an opponent, it will all be fine. However, if the opponent is able to roll to the sides, then you will receive an incredible amount of damage through your own fault.

However, soon enough, the Frenchwoman changed her position about this. The new experience made her realize that any aerial technique is almost the same as a kick. A kick is a very powerful weapon, but any kick requires the right moment. Therefore, the pink-haired woman decided to expand her arsenal of movement and added several aerial techniques there, promising herself that she would use them only with full confidence in success.

This was one of those cases. Jumping from the top turnbuckle, Charlotte moved her elbow to the side and collapsed on Jenner, who did not have time to get up from all fours. The blonde crashed into the mat with a loud bang that could possibly be heard even outside their private room. Even the ring shook because of this.

Gulping air, Charlotte was in no hurry to get to her feet. Her almost completely naked body was lying on top of Jenner's body. She felt the slight twitching of her rival, which indicated that at that moment the British woman was in agony. Charlotte's lush sweaty breasts were pressed against the blonde's back and she could feel their sweat mixing. It was a strange, but damn exciting feeling. The surprise for Charlotte was that despite the damage that Jenner received, she turned over her shoulder to look at the pink-haired girl and compliment her.

"You... too..." the Frenchwoman panted between heavy breaths.

It wasn't just being polite. Despite the fact that for a while Jenner behaved like a real heel, as if Charlotte was her bitch, the Frenchwoman appreciated the skills of her rival. As she said earlier, her plans for today did not include such an intense workout, but she would be lying if she said that she did not like it. She wasn't ready to say it out loud yet, but she was grateful and happy that Jenner was here today.

However, she hasn't won yet. Their hot last round was still going on. Therefore, Charlotte's next move was very obvious. With a tired groan, she put one hand on the mat and the other on the blonde's back, after which she began to rise. Due to the thick sweat, her breasts literally stuck to her opponent's back, which led to a squelching sound the moment she finally got up on one knee. The Frenchwoman intended to just turn Jenner on her back and hook her leg for a pin, but the next second her eyes widened. The British woman, despite the pain and fatigue, began to rise. It wasn't hard to understand that she didn't have a chance after Charlotte's last attack, but this fortitude deserved real admiration.

Given that Jenner could still move, Charlotte doubted the blonde would let pin her to the mat until the count of three. And the problem was that Charlotte didn't feel strong enough for another powerful attack that would completely finish Jenner off. However... pin is not the only way to win.

"Yet..." Charlotte emphasized her rival's last word.

Grabbing the blonde by the shoulders from behind, she intended to lift her to her knees, but only to first press her breasts against Jenner's back again and then wrap Jenner's neck with her right hand and thereby close the blonde in a dragon sleeper hold. Placing her left hand on the British woman's bare stomach, Charlotte intended to arch her back and start strangling her. The strength of her rival's spirit was admirable, but she knew that the blonde did not have the strength to escape from this hold. All she had to do was just wait a little while for her opponent to lose consciousness. There was no need for anything more. But then... Charlotte looked down...

Jenner's bruised body glistened with sweat and Charlotte could see every curve of this beautiful body. And, of course, her gaze fell on the voluminous breasts of the blonde. Perfect shapes... pierced nipples... Charlotte's mouth involuntarily filled with saliva. She remembered everything Jenner had done to her after their sparring started. And now Charlotte's soul began to tear apart. As a fighter, she knew she didn't have to do anything other than bring her opponent to unconsciousness. But... she just couldn't resist the feelings that flared up in her...

Tilting her head down, she touched her lips to her opponent's left breast. At the same moment, a shiver ran through her body. The salty taste of sweat did not seem at all disgusting to her, on the contrary, for her at that moment it was sweeter than sugar. She wanted more and she did not deny herself this pleasure. She kissed the blonde's breast again. Then again. And again. And again. And then her lips were right on the pierced nipple. Charlotte froze for a second. Not because she was scared, but because she knew exactly what she should do.

Wrapping her lips around this nipple, she began to suck it. And after a moment, her tongue began to play with a hard pierced bump. The taste of sweat and metal was so unusual that she even rolled her eyes. What was happening was unnatural for her. Nothing like this had ever happened to her. However, the pleasure overshadowed her mind. She liked the feel of Jenner's neck being squeezed. She liked to press her breasts against Jenner's back. She liked her tongue with the pierced nipple. She liked to feel this pleasure. Without noticing it, Charlotte began to moan, feeling her sexual arousal growing rapidly.

[LawHell]

In the dimly lit private ring, the grueling sparing match had taken a decidedly heated and sensual turn. Jenner and Charlotte, both heavily perspiring from their intense exertions, found themselves entangled in a power struggle, their muscular bodies gleaming under the overhead lights.

Charlotte, with a wicked smile, had other intentions. She seized Jenner's tattooed, sculpted body and shifted her into a compromising position. The sweat ran in rivulets down their glistening skin as their toned, athletic physiques were on full display, the dim light accentuating every curve and bulge.

As Jenner's back arched, she felt the weight of Charlotte's breasts pressing into her, a dominating move that only fueled the British fighter's desire. With a swift, authoritative motion, Charlotte pulled Jenner's head back, her spine bending in a way that cut off Jenner's air supply. It was a show of dominance, a display of control that both fighters found intoxicating.

Their kinks for pain and choke play were well-known to each other, and Jenner, though struggling, didn't want to surrender too easily. She grasped onto Charlotte, pulling and resisting, her gloved hands seeking a modicum of control. The sweat that clung to their bodies now glistened even more under the lights as the private ring became a stage for their sensual power play.

But amid the struggle, pleasure mingled with defiance. A soft, low moan escaped Jenner's lips as Charlotte's skillful mouth found one of her sensitive nipples, teasing and toying with it, savoring every moment. It was a shared desire, a carnal entanglement that pushed both fighters toward their deepest wants.

With every gasping breath, Jenner's resistance began to wane. Her movements slowed, and she could only manage to utter through strained breaths, "Is that... all you got?" The defiance was fading, and in the dimly lit, sweat-soaked private ring, Charlotte, the ruthless heel, seemed poised to claim her prize.

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Succumbing to unnatural desires for her, Charlotte enjoyed working on Jenner's pierced nipple. And although her opponent was still trying to resist and break out of the submission hold, her strength was clearly not enough for this. With each new second, her body became weaker and weaker, and her moans became more and more sweet to the ears of the Frenchwoman.

It seemed that a few more moments and Jenner would lose consciousness, which would give Charlotte a victory in their sparring. But instead of falling asleep, the blonde decided to throw another mockery. Because of this, Charlotte closed her lips on Jenner's nipple, thereby biting it, after which she pulled away from her rival's breast and turned over her shoulder to look into the eyes of this still impudent woman.

For a few seconds there was not a single emotion on Charlotte's face, but then her lips stretched into a manic smile. Of course, Jenner couldn't know this because they met only today, but the truth was that once upon a time Charlotte was a very cruel person. For the past six years, she has been trying to renounce who she was before. And although it can be said that she succeeded... you should never pull at such delicate strings of the soul to check it out...

"Of course not..." she said in a slightly trembling voice.

Removing her left hand from the British woman's bare stomach, Charlotte clenched her fist and sent a hard punch right into the center of her opponent's belly. And then another one. And another one. And another one. Maybe Jenner was a masochist and it was just a manipulation to get Charlotte to hurt her more. Well, if that was really the case, then she certainly succeeded because the Frenchwoman stopped only after her fist crashed into Jenner's stomach for the fifth time.

"I never understood bold phrases during a fight..." admitted Charlotte. "At least for the reason that if you lose in the end, then you will look like an idiot..." the smile on her face grew wider. "Let me show you..."

The Frenchwoman intended to strain her right arm even more in order to increase the pressure on the blonde's neck. She really wanted to keep looking into Jenner's eyes to see the moment when the light in them went out. But instead, she went back to what she really liked. Lowering her head down again, she stuck out her tongue and continued to play with her rival's pierced nipple. And while that might have been more than enough, the pink-haired woman wanted Jenner to remember this moment.

Therefore, Charlotte again put her left hand on the blonde's stomach, and then slipped down to the last element of her rival's clothes. The Frenchwoman's hand easily slid under Jenner's panties and she immediately felt the viscous liquid on her fingers. It seems Jenner managed to get aroused no less than Charlotte herself. Closing her eyes, the Frenchwoman intended to penetrate Jenner's pussy with two fingers and start moving them back and forth, confidently gaining pace. She still intended to knock the blonde out, but before that she wanted Jenner to have an orgasm, because that's what Jenner wanted from Charlotte after events took such a hot turn.

[LawHell]

Jenner found herself ensnared, a captive within the unyielding clutches of Charlotte's submission hold. Trapped in a vice with no conceivable escape, she could only endure the relentless pressure constricting her neck. Each passing moment intensified the burn, a searing reminder of the French woman's formidable might. Beads of sweat cascaded down Jenner's body, tracing a glistening path along the contours of her skin. The unmistakable scent of Charlotte enveloped her, mingling with the heavy rhythm of her own labored breaths, creating an oppressive ambiance that hung in the air.

The air, abruptly severed, forced Jenner to draw upon the depths of her judo training — her only lifeline in the suffocating struggle. In those fleeting instances when she managed to meet Charlotte's eyes, determination and defiance flickered, a testament to her unyielding spirit that refused to surrender to the encroaching darkness.

Amidst the torturous grappling, Jenner couldn't suppress the involuntary moans escaping her lips. Charlotte, relentless in her torment, continued to toy with Jenner's sensitive nipples, each touch sending shivers through her restrained body. Desperation seized Jenner as her hands clawed at Charlotte's arm, a futile attempt to loosen the vise around her throat and inhale much-needed air. Yet, the toll of their intense bout had left Jenner weakened, her muscles trembling, and her once sharp movements now sluggish, diminishing the effectiveness of her struggles. Despite the adversity, she managed to utter a strained command, "Give... in... have... fun." A concession to the sadistic pleasure that seemed to fuel Charlotte's dominance.

The masochistic allure of the situation beckoned to Jenner. Each strike, though delivering a symphony of pain, was met with gasps and moans of satisfaction. Yet, with every impact, her dwindling air supply reached a critical point as her neck was now forced to bend more, eliciting a small cry of pain. The once-pristine canvas of Jenner's abdomen bore the marks of Charlotte's assault — a mosaic of bruises that mirrored the intensity of their struggle, a testament to the physical toll exacted on her body. Paradoxically, Jenner found herself reveling in the painful crescendo, a willing participant in this agonizing ballet where the boundary between pleasure and pain blurred into a twisted symphony of ecstasy.

As the climax approached, time seemed to suspend in the charged atmosphere. Charlotte's lips, now expertly claiming Jenner's nipple, became a focal point of the intense encounter. The British woman teetered on the precipice of unconsciousness, her body shuddering with the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her senses. Charlotte, undeterred by the impending surrender, ventured further into the depths of desire.

With a daring move, Charlotte's hand slid seamlessly into Jenner's underwear, exploring the uncharted territories with a sense of purpose. The air crackled with a potent concoction of arousal and desperation, acting as a lubricant for Charlotte's nimble fingers. Each deliberate movement orchestrated a symphony of sensations, building toward the crescendo of Jenner's explosive climax.

Jenner, lost in the throes of ecstasy, felt her gloved hands fall limply to the mat. Her body, now draped in a state of surrender, remained ensnared in Charlotte's unrelenting submission. The aftermath of their intimate struggle left a palpable tension in the air, as if the very mat beneath them held the echoes of the intense encounter.

Vulnerable and defenseless, Jenner lay prone on the canvas—a canvas awaiting the strokes of Charlotte's next move. The victory was indisputably Charlotte's, and Jenner, now an unwitting captive, could only anticipate the unknown fate that awaited her in the aftermath of their entangled passion. The room, once filled with the sounds of their intimate struggle, now held a silent anticipation of what the next chapter of this intense encounter would unveil.

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If someone had told Charlotte this morning that something like this would happen to her, she would have done something that she rarely does, she would have laughed. The Frenchwoman has always approached her life with all rigor. Discipline and calmness were her most reliable companions, whom she could always rely on. Therefore, she still could not fully believe what was happening in this empty room. But although she couldn't believe it, it didn't bother her at all. She didn't think about whether it was the right thing to do. She didn't think about what would happen after. She was only thinking about the pleasant feelings she was experiencing.

Being in the ring, she had never seen anything pleasant about beating itself. She certainly liked the competitive spirit, she certainly liked competing in skill, but she never liked just hurting anyone. Today was different. Every time her fist smashed into Jenner's stomach, waves of trembling spread through the pink-haired woman's body. And the sounds that the blonde was making only amplified everything that Charlotte was feeling at that moment. Even when multiple dark spots appeared on her opponent's bare stomach, she didn't want to stop.

She only stopped because she knew she could get even more.

After so many punches to the stomach, Jenner stopped offering any meaningful resistance, which gave Charlotte carte blanche. Overcome by emotions as unusual as possible for her, she intended to take advantage of it without any remorse. Her tongue got back to the blonde's nipple. At the same moment, Jenner's moans, filled with both pain and pleasure, became louder. The door to their room was tightly closed, but there was hardly any chance that those who were in the main gym at that moment did not hear it.

As funny as it was, Charlotte wanted to end it all on a high note. She wanted Jenner to remember this meeting. She wanted Jenner to remember every word she said and how it ended for her. Therefore, using her free hand, the Frenchwoman reached for the crotch of the British woman. When her fingers slipped under Jenner's sports panties, she immediately felt how wet the blonde's pussy was. This fact made the corners of Charlotte's lips lift, after which she penetrated her opponent's pussy with two fingers, starting to move them back and forth.

"Mmmmm!!!" Hearing the moans of the British woman, Charlotte couldn't hold back her own moans.

Large drops of sweat rolled down her body, which dripped onto Jenner's body, mixing with her own sweat. The blonde's moans grew louder, which prompted Charlotte to act more actively. She was squeezing Jenner's neck harder and harder, while her fingers were sliding freely inside the blonde's pussy. Finally, Jenner gave herself up to pleasure, completely abandoning resistance, this could easily be understood due to the fact that her body began to twitch. Charlotte wasn't too experienced in sex, but she was well aware of what was coming.

She felt that moment, she felt how much Jenner's body tensed. And it was at this moment that she squeezed the blonde's neck as hard as possible, at the same time digging her teeth into the nipple and at the same time thrusting her fingers into the pussy of the British woman to the maximum depth. The powerful orgasm that Jenner experienced was the last straw for her exhausted body. And as soon as the blonde let out a long cry of pleasure, her body completely went limp. Because of Charlotte's grip she lost consciousness. The Frenchwoman stuck her fingers out of Jenner's pussy and relaxed her right arm, so that the blonde's body fell on the mat.

"Oh fuck..." Charlotte muttered, placing her right hand on her chest.

It seemed to her that her heart was ready to jump out of her chest. She was trembling like an aspen leaf because of the emotions and sensations that filled her. The pink-haired woman just couldn't believe what she had just done. But maybe she didn't even need it. She knew the main thing. She knew that she felt great at that moment. BUT. There was one more small thing. Charlotte was proud to be a person of her word. She promised Jenner something. And now it's time to do it.

Still breathing heavily, Charlotte got to her feet. She looked at her left hand, which was completely covered with the blonde's juices. She smiled and looked at Jenner. Jenner's almost completely naked body was covered in shiny sweat, but in fact, at that moment, the blonde looked peaceful. Who knows, maybe she's having a pleasant dream right now. But that didn't change what Charlotte intended to do. With a smile on her face, the Frenchwoman pressed the toes of her right foot to Jenner's lips, then lifted her heel up.

"One!" She said softly, but with undisguised pleasure. "Two!" Closing her eyes, Charlotte bent both arms at the elbows, thereby starting to flex her muscles. "Three!" She was bathed in such a pleasant wave of warmth that she realized that she had never enjoyed a victory as much as now.

[LawHell]

Jenner found herself utterly powerless, every fiber of resistance succumbing to the unfolding scenario, as Charlotte's masterful domination took hold. The judo expert's neck burned from the relentless strain of the dragon sleeper, the vice-like grip on her throat being just one agonizing facet of the overwhelming assault. Each thunderous strike from Charlotte left behind bruising imprints on Jenner's meticulously sculpted, muscular abs, a testament to the Frenchwoman's unyielding aggression that painted a vivid tableau across her entire body.

In the aftermath of enduring the intense pain and cruel deprivation of air, a profound darkness descended upon the judo expert, plunging her into unconsciousness. Jenner's limp body sprawled gracelessly on the unforgiving ring floor, ensnared by Charlotte's relentless grasp. The Frenchwoman, undeterred, continued her assault with a flirtatious twist, sinking her teeth into Jenner's nipple, intertwining pleasure and domination in the judo babe's experience.

As Charlotte asserted her dominance, she deftly adjusted Jenner, allowing the British woman's unconscious form to gently descend to the ring floor on her back. Jenner's tattooed chest rose and fell with the rhythmic cadence of her breathing, the undulating motion a stark contrast to the profound stillness that enveloped her awareness. Beads of sweat continued their cascading descent, forming rivulets along Jenner's glistening, muscular body, catching the ambient light and accentuating the raw intensity of the scene.

Soon, a distinct outline of Jenner's beautifully sculpted body was etched onto the canvas of the ring floor. Charlotte, with a graceful rise, positioned herself standing over the judo expert. A mischievous smile danced on the Frenchwoman's lips as she pressed the toes of her right foot to Jenner's slightly parted lips, lifting her heel in a provocative and intentional gesture.

Unbeknownst to Jenner, who had succumbed to unconsciousness during the relentless struggle, she awoke to the realization as the countdown reached the final number of three. Her eyes fluttered open, greeted by the tantalizing proximity of Charlotte's toes. With a small, somewhat cheeky smile forming, Jenner ran her tongue sensually across the Frenchwoman's toes. Simultaneously, she accentuated her submission, repeatedly and heavily slapping the floor three times with her gloved hand—a palpable sign of complete surrender and submission to Charlotte's irresistible dominance.

The Frenchwoman stood triumphantly over Jenner, arms flexed in a display of undeniable victory. Beads of sweat adorned Charlotte's toned body, glinting under the ring lights as she reveled in her dominance. However, the judo babe, even in her submission, couldn't resist the allure of playful defiance. Jenner seized Charlotte's foot, intentionally moving it to stand on her heaving chest.

"Not going to do it right—one foot on my well-defined, chiseled abs and toes in my mouth, shame hell could put it in my underwear too," Jenner remarked with a teasing smirk. Her bronzed and sculpted abs showcased the undeniable results of rigorous training, each curve and contour accentuated by the sheen of sweat that adorned her glistening physique. Despite tapping out, she maintained her spirited banter, adding a mischievous edge to the intense atmosphere. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, a connection forged in the unexpected turns of their encounter. This wasn't how Jenner had envisioned her day—from the frustration of her closed dojo to the unexpected intimacy under the dominance of a captivating new acquaintance.

Despite her surrendered position, Jenner seized the opportunity to assert herself once more. She took hold of Charlotte's foot, pulling it back to her mouth. Kissing it with deliberate intent, she ran her tongue sensually across the Frenchwoman's naked sole. Jenner looked up at Charlotte, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire.

"Now what? Hmm, I wonder? Will you leave me cold and wanting, or will you make me your prize in this ring? What do you want to do, love?" Jenner's inquiry hung in the charged air, laden with hunger for an answer. There was no hiding her anticipation for what could unfold between them. In the enigmatic pink-haired owner, Jenner had found not just a captivating adversary but an unexpected and intriguing presence that had woven its way into the fabric of her day.

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Charlotte wanted this moment of triumph to never end. As a fighter, she always saw her victories as a step forward, but nothing more. Of course, every victory on her account was a joy for her, but this joy never lasted long. Discipline obliged the Frenchwoman not to focus on success, but to continue moving on to new victories. Therefore, Charlotte never allowed herself to enjoy the victory to the fullest. But not this time. Today she made an exception for herself and the feeling at the moment she put her foot on Jenner's lips was like a drug for her.

It seemed that nothing could make this moment even better. But the blonde, who apparently regained consciousness, made it clear to Charlotte that the new emotions and sensations were not over yet. First, Jenner ran her tongue over the Frenchwoman's toes, which made Charlotte close her eyes and bite her lower lip. And then she slapped the mat three times, as if officially acknowledging her defeat in their passionate game, thereby making Charlotte's victory an absolute notation.

Opening her eyes and looking down at her rival, Charlotte moved her toes slightly, playing with the blonde's tongue and lips. Funny or not, the pink-haired woman never gave her feet any sexual overtones. This was very different from Nerissa, who, like Charlotte, was a real master of kicking and at the same time loved to put her feet in her rivals' mouths at a convenient opportunity. However, feeling Jenner's tongue slide between her toes, Charlotte couldn't deny that it was truly incredible.

"Huh..." Charlotte chuckled softly at Jenner's words as the British woman moved her foot from the lips to the chest.

Taking advantage of this, the Frenchwoman turned her foot to the side, as a result of which her toes, covered with her rival's saliva, ended up on the pierced nipple of the blonde. Even when defeated, Jenner retained all her audacity. In order to cool her ardor slightly, Charlotte bent her toes, thereby squeezing Jenner's nipple. However, this did not last long, because almost immediately after that, Jenner again brought Charlotte's foot to her mouth.

"I have to say that you and your tongue are good at this," she said, closing her eyes, slightly teasing her rival.

Her toes received several kisses, after which Jenner's tongue ran along the entire length of the Frenchwoman's sole. It was ticklish, but damn nice. Charlotte was sure that tomorrow she would be sitting in her apartment all day, burning with shame for everything that had happened today. But tomorrow is tomorrow. Today she wanted to enjoy the emotions she had given free rein to. Today she wanted to enjoy everything Jenner could give her.

"Hmm?" Opening her eyes, the Frenchwoman lowered her head and looked at Jenner.

Still pleasuring Charlotte's foot, the blonde asked a very good question. The pink-haired woman ran her eyes over Jenner's body, which continued to lie surrounded by the sweat and her own juices. Blinking slowly, Charlotte licked her lips before answering.

"Well, if I remember correctly..." she theatrically pressed her index finger to her lips, as if trying to remember something. "The conditions of our sparring were such that if I win, then you will surrender to my desires, and if you win, then you will get the privilege to please every inch of my body." Charlotte's eyes seemed to sparkle. "So..."

Slowly and smoothly, Charlotte removed her foot from her opponent's lips and moved it down. She put a little pressure on Jenner's throat and then moved on. Not forgetting to feel the lush breasts of the blonde with her toes, Charlotte allowed herself to stop at Jenner's stomach. In order for the British woman not to forget that she lost, Charlotte lightly slapped a few times Jenner's bruised abs with her sole and only after that she headed lower.

"By the way, tell me," Charlotte's smile widened. "What's it like to act like a real macho, say all these cheeky words, and end up unconscious with the toes of the winner on your lips?"

Giving her rival food for thought, Charlotte intended to grab the hem of Jenner's soaking wet sports panties with her toes. Without stopping the movement of her foot, she intended to remove the last significant item of clothing from the blonde, leaving her almost completely naked except for gloves and shin guards.

"Now..." Charlotte said, tossing Jenner's panties aside.

The Frenchwoman went down and got on all fours, hovering over the blonde. Bringing her face close to Jenner's, she wanted to give her a short kiss and then move her lips to the British woman's ear. Given that she had the winner's right, she could demand literally anything from Jenner. Someone in her place would definitely be confused. But Charlotte knew exactly what she wanted.

"Using my winner's right, I want to know what would have happened if you had won," she whispered. "Please every inch of my body the way you wanted it."

[LawHell]

Jenner found herself under the dominant control of the French woman, her body battered and bruised, with dark purple and black marks starting to appear more and more over time. She now had a full taste of Charlotte's foot and the sweat that covered it, enjoying every bit of it, soon looking up to her now mistress?

Jenner could feel the pressure of the foot on her chest as she willingly remained beneath the woman's dominance. A sharp pang of pain shot through her nipple, courtesy of the tight grip, eliciting a subtle moan. Undeterred, she fervently worshipped the woman's foot, attentively listening for a fleeting moment.

In the next instant, her underwear was forcefully removed, leaving her clad only in gloves and foot guards. Casting a gaze filled with a palpable, lustful energy, Jenner honoured the unspoken agreement and maintained her position, anticipating the unfolding moments.

"Hmm, well, it's simple. You talk and back it up, or you pay the price — a price I'm happy to pay," she commented toward the French woman, grinning as she remained beneath her foot.

Soon, Jenner found Charlotte on top of her, very close to the point of being kissed. She reciprocated the kiss, soon hearing a whisper in her ear, causing a grin to form on the woman's face.

Jenner replied, "Oh, your wish is my command." Without warning, she swiftly pushed Charlotte onto her back soon. Jenner soon sat on the french woman chest, playfully bouncing on it for a moment. Wrapping her muscular arms around the French woman's thigh, she rolled her back over. The Judo babe's muscular legs wrapped around Charlotte's body, her ankles locking together at the base of her neck, effectively trapping her and restricting arm movement tightly and, of course, adding some crushing force to it as she woukd carry out the request.

Jenner wasn't done; she pulled off her remaining clothes, kissed Charlotte's thigh, and moved upward, burying her face into ass soon, starting to use her tongue to try cause pure lust and enjoyment. She had her trapped and had no intention of letting go, even if the woman tapped out or tried to crawl away.

"Mmm, now i have you and dont think this is not a one-time deal, i will be coming back without warning you better be ready any time, woman." Jenner would comment and not even give a chance for Charlotte to replie before she had gone back to work burying her face back into her ass useing her tongue to exceed her more with the stimulate