Hunter’s Moon: Blake Belmont vs. Zane Lambert

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Unbeknownst to Blake, The Shadowcat was casting quite the striking figure from her mounted triangle choke position. At least from Zane's enviable perspective. The flexed strain between her thighs being in direct contrast to her upper figure relaxing serenely as she brushed some wayward hair strands from her forehead. Sweat-hued abdomen defined via honed muscle training and mystifying golden irises cast downward in contemptuous judgment for the throttled streamer becoming noticeably placid. Blake earnestly figured that this could be the maneuver that finally settles down Zane's rambunctious nature and insatiable-"Mmnnn~...Whattha~..." Blake blathering gibberish once Zane's suckling mouth nestled into her crotch in conjunction with the massage swirls of her buxom pair, shivered yearning coursing all throughout her as she started blanking on whatever she intending to do with this submission in the first place. Sultry pants taken as she relaxed to the point of slouching forward and clamping onto the middle rope with the referee remarking that Blake must undo the submission because of the rope break. "Oh...Uh, do I have to?" Blake's baffling question earning an equally baffled "...uh, yeah." from the referee. Blake rolling her eyes and unraveling her legs to take a flummoxed powder against the ropes, taking fatigued breathes with one arm draped over the middle tether.