Best Two Out of Three: Evelyn Fallanger (D) vs Dr Mina Takemi

[Monsy]

Something clogged her throat, like being wedged by a dime. Her pale skin writhed as a cherry handprint branded itself. It didn’t look right. Not the handprint, no, but the image. She was a debuting wrestler, while not the best - there was hope to make a stellar performance. But Mina had other plans: a second spank. One that sent the second wave of tremors - more intense than before, travelling from her core to her curling toes and up her nape.

Frustrated and confused, she whined. But beyond such a puppyish noise, there was no protest - not even a minute kick, perhaps growing comfortable.

“I-I can’t answer that!” Her sheepish voice peeped out.

The cocktail of pain and pleasure sparked sensations like fireworks through her core, filling her face with heat as Mina’s hand caressed the soft skin. It was an unfathomable drug. It made her head crane back, arching and letting only slow, rattly breathes through those loosened brims. Everything felt foreign—the peering eyes. The slow dissection of her cheerfully packaged pride. Something, everything was exceeding what she could handle. She needed to escape, lest she’d consider cracking under such humiliating pressure.

One dainty hand concealed the most damning truth, the jewel underneath all that grime. She’d keep it cloaked, pressing her hand against the fabric to prevent even a glance. Here, she brandished her shame. From the burning expression, gritting teeth and shivering upper lip to the shakes that made her legs vibrate. And when asked to unveil that secret without force, but of her own volition. She didn’t muster an immediate denial like before. Instead, she stared, paralyzed.

Then an answer. She nodded, “O-Ok… Ok…” And slowly, the hand lifted. Inch by inch, no, centimetres. What lay underneath was for Mina’s eyes only; a dark, oval-shaped wet spot on her bottom’s centre, tainting the red and white spot like a trickle of rain. Hopefully, the visual tantalized Mina’s curiosity she’d so eagerly wish to see - because it was the last she’d ever get!

She folded her free leg towards her hamstring, her boot primed like a spear and thrust forth like a piston! This snappy action hoped to drill Mina Takemi right in the forehead, exerting such effort that her back momentarily arched! Should success grace her in these dire straits, she’d throw her weight to the side, attempting to break from Mina’s grasp and roll towards the ropes with both hands on her rear and crotch.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina could feel her opponent trembling in her grasp. She could feel the battle being waged between her desire and her shame. The bold, braggadocios woman had been replaced by a meekly mewling kitten. What once was struggle became akin to appeasement, if not encouragement. The Ring Therapist could read her like a book, and she didn't even need to look past the cover.

"Mmmn. That's a good girl." Mina watched as Ms. Fallacy began to offer up the world between her thighs. Her pupil's dilated eagerly as she sought to consume ever contour and detail of the object of her desire. Her opponent's special place. Mina was an unrepentant pervert. Especially when wrestling and young women were involved. She fetishized breaking and dominating them. Physically, sensually.

"That's it, show Mama everything." Dr. Takemi felt as though her mouth went dry as she got a peek of something more than conjecture. Ms. Fallacy was acting like a virgin on prom night. Her tremors. Her whimpers. All of it dripped of sex. But now she had confirmation of her partner's precipitation. She wasn't just excited... She was soaked. She licked her lips subconsciously, the tip of her tongue eager to know the texture of those damp bottoms. She made a hungry noise in the depths of her throat, somewhere between a purr and a moan.

And then she was staring up at the lights. Blinking. Her ears were ringing and her arms were numb. She'd never seen the kick coming. She'd been too focused on thinking about how Ms. Fallacy would look in the throws of forced passion. It had struck her just above the bridge of her nose and felled the Motherweight like a great redwood. It had freed Ms. Fallacy from her clutches, and for a moment, Mina Takemi from her senses.

"uunnn..." She made quiet moaning sound. Her eyes rolled up in a state of near unconsciousness. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, autonomically. Her arms were flat against the canvas and her thighs were spread, offering Ms. Fallacy a look similar to the one she'd granted herself. Her tights were dark, undeniable. Mina was excited by the predicament she had put the other woman in. By her body and her reactions. But that excitement had served enough of a distraction to allow a critical hit that left her momentarily incapacitated!

[Monsy]

Her body rolled nonstop until her hips spanked the bottom rope. There she lay, hands welded on her crotch; no will to move. Neither did her eyes open. She couldn’t face their stares.

Move, she told herself. First, she unfroze, stretching across the canvas like idle weights. Then her hands moved from her crotch. She rolled onto her stomach, pressing two hands against the canvas and pushing. An arch formed in her back, her mounds leaving the canvas, and she stared idly across the ring.

Alas, breathing room.

Said breathing was quick and jumpy, like skipping rocks from one to the next. Her body felt like it wore winter clothes on a sweltering day. From her forehead to her toes, there lingered a slightly warm feeling of moisture. However, nothing compared to the heat between her legs. Damp, the material stuck against her sensitive core, splashing tingles up her spine like a calm shoreline.

“Hah... Hah... Just gotta... Get there.” Her voice trembled.

One hand after the other, Evelyn started a crawl. Her palms dragged as if a lumbering monster walked the Earth. Distance corroded through tenuous seconds, prolonged by a slight sense of worry. What if she woke up? Ah, she’d go paler than her hair—something about how they acted, their voice, intentions. It plucked every nerve. But now, she’s positioned by their head, forced to decide her next action.

“You had your fun... Now, it’s my turn to embarrass you. Just a little, ok?”

While she spoke, her body loomed over Mina. Positioned above their head, hands at either side of their head, she pushed towards her knees. There, she shuffled forward until her shadow swallowed Mina’s face whole. Then she slumped forward, her face smacking the warm fabric of their ring attire. Her arms outstretched, looping a leg before sitting upright. Mina’s face made a perfect conquest for Evelyn’s rear-end. And when she opened her legs, her hips affirmed their claim. A motion set about going back and forth. Pants left her breath, her eyes careening towards the overhead lights.

Alas, the count started.

“ONE!”

[SuckerPunch]

Her boot had struck with a cacophonous bang not unlike a rifle shot. Mina was knocked entirely free of her senses. The Motherweight was left motionless on the canvas. Her eyes fluttered and her heaving bosom rose and fell, but nothing else stirred. Ms. Fallacy had all the time in the world to make her way towards her quarry. In an MMA bout they would have called the first fall. She was spread eagled and unmoving. But this was a wrestling match. The ceremony of the pin fall was still a necessity to ensure the point!

"Ohhhhhn~" Mina groaned weakly as Ms. Fallacy began to reconfigure her boneless body. And a moment later the mature fighter was folded up nicely! One of her legs was pulled up, exposing her bare thigh and the curves of her womanhood against her skintight attire. Her hips thrust skyward, even as one leg still slumped against the canvas.

As humiliating as having her body put on display was, it was nothing compared to the method Ms. Fallacy had chosen to keep her shoulders down. Mina's face was swallowed entirely between her opponent's dominating thighs! Her nose found a new home against the damp, sweet smelling fabric of her bottoms. Her open and gasping mouth found air replaced with taste.

The sensation of her opponent's sex against her tongue was an undeniable act of dominance. And Mina's nipples hardened beneath the woman's pin despite herself. Her eyes began to focus, though they could only see the pale flesh of her pinners backside.

"Mnf?" She made a sound that was muffled by her foes lower body. A sound that penetrated Ms. Fallacy's most sensitive place with vibrations and warm comforting heat. And when the woman began to rock her hips against Mina's features, the reality became crystal clear.

"ONE!" The referee's first count came. The slap of the canvas shook the ring and stirred Mina to act. She was still weakened by the severity of Ms. Fallacy's kick. She knew it would be difficult to muscle her way out of this predicament... And so, finesse would be necessary.

And it was exhibited by locking lips with her eager domitor. The mature wrestler pressed her tongue against her opponents covered slit. She bobbed her head in opposition to the motion of her hips! She'd not simply allow herself to be face fucked. She began to slurp, suckle, and stroke the young woman as she put all of her sapphic experience to use. The hungry, lewd, and wet noises coming from beneath the pin were impossible to ignore. "MMmn!" *Slrp!* "Mnf!" *Suck*! As were the sensations created by the expert manipulation of every inch of Evelyn's crotch as it was ground against Mina's face!

And as she began to eat her enemies pussy she wondered... Would this work? Or was she intoxicated? Was she cleverly fighting back? Or was she simply submissively servicing her rightful owner?

[Monsy]

Through lusting trepidation, Evelyn mounted her comeback. Moments ago, her exposure came within millimetres. The crowd seated the lips of their seats, waiting, then, snap! It vanished. Now, it was Evelyn who be-throned her opponent, plump hips on a dastardly face. Perhaps now, they’ll start cheering for what really mattered: Her victory!

As the referee counted one, Evelyn hugged Mina’s leg even tighter. There was no she’d let go, not till the bell sung like church bells. It wasn’t that easy; no, it couldn’t be. Even staking one’s dignity reaped no reward as Mina returned to life in the most libidinous manner. Wet, pulpy strokes lapped her core like paintbrush strokes upon her soaking canvas. Heat rose, a fire igniting her cheeks, mind and hips. Alas, she’s growing wetter. It felt sweet like sugar and unceasing like storm winds, with Mina’s mouth vying for Evelyn’s reaction.

That she did.
Whimpers were slipping from her throat in every exhale. Lips wound shut, sharp intakes through her nose as her heart skipped twice. Her hips jerked, shuddering with vibrations as Evelyn’s head dipped towards the ground, staring at the referee’s hand that slapped the mat for two. Seconds away, the proverbial dam began unhinging, starting with her mouth inching open, drool trickling down her mouth’s corner, lacing across smooth skin until it touched the cliff of her jawline. Eyes rolled skyward; chin tipped up, a sultry moan poured from her wetting lips, leaving her mind clouded.

Her spine wobbled and gave way. Alas, she couldn’t hold it.
Lifting her hips from Mina’s visage, her upper-half flopped along Mina’s body, her chest planting against Mina’s hips and cheek meshed their thigh like lying upon a pillow. Heaves left her chest and out lubricated brims, the sight of her soaked core caught upon the cameras, igniting the crowd's interest. Though, the reason was unbeknownst to her. Something profound was welling up inside. A fever, no, passion perhaps? It gnawed on her patience, trapping her between engrossment, arousal and anger. And with her chin rising from their leg, the setting seconds squeezed her heart, believing she’d just been robbed. Or maybe, out-matched?

Nonetheless, the match moves on.
Hopefully, in her favour as Evelyn’s chin left her opponent’s leg. On her knees, she leveraged herself upright, still clinging to the limb. Looking over-shoulder, she huffed, vexing through narrowed eyes and rosy cheeks.

“O-Ok, y-you really are sensual, Miss Takemi...”

Her voice was breathy, huffing out a single word by the mouthful.
If fate allowed her to retain control, she stood, one foot postured by Mina’s hips. She’d reposition at their ankles, scooping them into her hands and pressing them against her sides. A glare stabbed downward as if disciplinary… or just defiant.

“B-But… Nice try! It's m-my turn to make /you/ struggle.”

Should success find her efforts, the only hurdle for her Boston Crab: step over. That she did, yearning to put the Motherweight on her stomach and find a second seat on her back.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina's mouth made a meal of Ms. Fallacy's best kept secret. She moaned and slurped and sucked until she could taste her through her attire... And then her intensity doubled. Her heart sped up under those heavy breasts. Her panting lapping became more eager. And the ref had only counted to one.

Ms. Fallacy was seeking the heavens by the time the ref got to two. And there would be no three. She fell forward, drooling. Mina on the other hand tried to follow the woman's nethers as they slipped from her attention! The blonde was quick to slip away, to brace her hips against Mina's as she hurriedly escorted her muff from the Motherweight's mouth. Mina, for her part, lapped at the air for a full second after her quarry had fled. And even then, her tongue greedily cleaned the remnants from her own lips.

"Mmmn. And you really are delicious." She bit her lower lip. She was close. She could tell by the blush of the woman's cheeks and the pace of her breathing.

"I can feel your damp heat against my belly Ms. Fallacy." She wiggled her hips even as the other woman clutched her leg. Her midsection danced delicately against her foe's slight, sodden bikini bottoms. "Are you sure you don't want to sit back down on my mouth?" Her lips parted as she showed the woman the back of her throat. She pushed her tongue out of her mouth, allowing the blonde to see it still glistening with the run-off from her super-saturated attire.

She was still somewhat dazed from the kick. Still unable to really battle back against Evelyn's offense. But filling her throat with the one thing she loved more than life had brought her back to her senses. The taste of a young woman. Her opponent would have no trouble leveraging her calf to turn her over, to reposition her for a boston crab. But Mina would similarly have no difficulty continuing to talk.

"Ngh... This is your first time... Isn't it honey?" Mina forced out as Ms. Fallacy began to put some strain on her hip. "I've decided." She winced out.

"Cling to this hold... because... When I get out- Ngh..." She braced her palms to the canvas so she could look over her shoulder... She wanted to catch Ms. Fallacy's eyes with her own. To see the hunger that swam beneath their deep green hue.

"I'm going to touch your soul with my tongue and show the whole world your secret face." She smirked, even as her brows knit in pain. "I'm going to paint the canvas with your pleasure! And you're going to tell me how much you love it!" She declared, her voice throaty and steeped in lust.

[Monsy]

Who shall break? 

The one seating her opponent’s features, leg hooked. To the peering eye, the course ahead lay clear. Alas, a keen eye saw differently. She was withering, sapping of will and strength, struggling to gain a proper breath as drool leaked from her open maw. And like a buckling bridge, she quaked until everything came undone; pin be damned, but the tonguing against Miss Fallacy’s crotch was over too. How close was she?

“I-I am satisfied, t-thank you.”

She couldn’t decide how she felt. The crowd relished Evelyn’s precarious position, where she lay trapped and nearly exposed. Yet, her body grew energetic. Every limb fastened itself and roared back into action like Evelyn’s blood morphed into adrenaline. It was like candy. To return the pain and pleasure Mina Takemi gave her - tenfold! And when Evelyn seated Boston Crab, her eyes stared betwixt the thighs of the Motherweight; that streak of emerald material coursing their crotch like bait for a prying hand. It was as if her thought process reconfigured.

Her eyes wandered back, wanting a spoonful of their expression. Instead, she met their gaze, listening to her spit the lewdest threats she’s ever heard. Chills scratch her spine. She frowns, huffing through her nostrils. Patience had corroded from their verbal and sexual onslaughts, nearly breaking her twice now. And so, malice filled her limbs, yearning to see their vigour silenced by craning back, doubling the hold’s pressure!

“And what if… I do that to you? Hm?? I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine! Right here...”

Her words paused when her lips and eyes cinched, swelling with effort as she retreated inch by inch. Strain flooded her lips as she tried to send Mina’s hips skyward. Once her hips’ shadow swallowed Mina’s head, she lowered the dampened bikini bottoms pressing flush against their skull. Her eyes opened and sighted only; relaxed, but never idle. They locked on Mina’s attire, the strip that runs between their legs. The prize she sought. Vengeance.

Neither was her malice hidden. She was smug, like a scientist swimming in their epiphany. And so, Evelyn relinquished a single leg, planting her foot to maintain balance. Further postponing any further wrenching as Evelyn’s free hand dug around their core. Her digits, vying to find purchase beneath the attire. First by the first knuckle, then the second until all four were swallowed. Should success meet her merit, her digits rubbed across the Motherweight’s folds before they curled upward, uniting with her thumb and palm. Her elbow jutted southward, then she flexed her arm, making a singular thrust aimed at tearing the attire in one all-out effort!

“And right… Now!”

[SuckerPunch]

Dr. Takemi's threats seemed to have found a home within Ms. Fallacy's heart. The young braggadocio of youth had faded to stammering feints of confidence. A thing that was surprising, given how long she had been in control of the match. Or at least... How long she'd appeared to be in control. Mina had her fill of the young girl's taste in the two seconds that she'd had to savor it. In that moment, her foe's weaknesses had become evident. Hence Mina's threats.

However, her vicious sensual attack had also come with some consequences of their own. A climax often left the recipient exhausted if not outright beaten. However, Ms. Fallacy hadn't been finished... Instead she'd been filled with desire. Her heart had rate had increased. Her lust welling up inside of her. Unlike physical attacks, which injured or strained an opponent; Sensual attacks excited them.

"Ngh... That's it. Cling to this hold!" Mina grunted in pain as her opponent started to cinch the hold in deeper. She felt both of her hips straining. And then Evelyn took it further. She'd been on her belly, but now as she was pulled back further, their weight shifted to her copious breasts! "Ahn~" No words... Just suffering.

And then the torque increased further somehow! Mina's body rolling upwards in the wrong direction! She was bent into such a severe C that now their weight rested upon her face and collar bone! Her hips exploded in seething agony! "F-f!! Oh god!" She cried out despite herself as she swore she heard something pop. Her fists balled as her eyes went wide in panic! Her mouth gaped as she struggled to contend with the terrible suffering!

"M-my hips! They're going to-" She couldn't finish the sentence. One leg was released. And another sensation distracted her. The brushing of bare skin against the soft, sensitive warmth of her womanhood. She had only seconds to enjoy the pleasant tickling that pulled her away from her pain.

"Wh-what are you-" The words cut off as she gagged on the sudden pain in her sex! Her emerald green attire was bunched into a thin line! And with a jerk it was pulled between her perfectly plump pussy lips! The fabric bit into her crotch in a way that brought tears to her eyes... But relief arrived shortly after, alongside a *Snap!* as the lycra tore cleanly!

"Fwah! Ohn..." Dr. Takemi panted. Her eyes were wet with tears and the canvas wet with her drool. She was mentally worn down from the extreme angle of the crab, the terrible attack on her lower half, and the humiliation of having her attire completely torn off.

The single leg crab ensured that her thighs were completely spread. Exposing the perfection that was her MILF pussy completely. A triangle of neatly manicured hair hung just above her otherwise clean shaven secret. Her lower lips were puffy and pink and perfectly smooth. A neat and tight package that shone with the evidence of her arousal. Closed petals that begged to be probed as they coyly hid her delicate insides. A meal fit for a queen.

One of her arms hung limply as her eyes struggled to focus. To keep from fading to the pain and humiliation. The only thing they could lock onto were the ropes... Not far from her fingers.

[Monsy]

Revenge never felt so sweet after dancing with the devil of humiliation.

Twice, in fact, from exposure and tipped towards an orgasm while pinning her foe. Her heart blossomed through both experiences, the blush, moans, and all melted any facade her mind wanted to uphold. That she isn’t the prey, but the predator in this bout. It felt so true when the Motherweight delivered her spite. Cling to this hold. That she can do and one worse.

She wanted more from this, however—something to reap revenge, to make an example, garner a pop and show her opponent that she’ll battle on all fronts! A good debut... That’s all. Despite reservations about the angle, Evelyn kept wrenching back; mercy abandoned; nothing but the wicked lopsided smirk that poised herself as a sadist. That only grew once Evelyn tore their attire, lifting the material high in her fists as it spilled from each end. Then, she released it, allowing it to flutter towards the ground and kiss the canvas. Cameras flooded the spectacle. The crowd voiced their approval, drinking it like candy as Evelyn brandished her teeth, coaxed by the acceptance that fed her heart and soul.
“Yeah, g-get a look at that!” She cheered.

Once Evelyn’s eyes soaked it up herself, she licked her lips. Her face dripped with alacrity while her heart plunged into anxiety. Right, lewdness. Her hand lowered, inching closer until stopping a hair from the objective. Can she do this? Ahhh... She wound up delaying, flexing her fingers, curling them - whipping up anticipation before something the referee called a rope break.

Her heart sunk in one moment. A drooping expression donned, muscles body-wide tensed as she glanced back. Instinctively, she released, looking back and seeing their hand cling onto a rope. The rookie failed to blink, let alone close her ajar mouth. Her stride proved robotic, her back gone stiff as she lumbered towards a rope and swung an arm over. Then, she looked down.

“Stupid... Why couldn’t you just look back?” She whispered to herself.

Her frustrations culminated in a whine. Would Evelyn face the total weight of their words now? The mere thought made her backside crawl. Cling to this hold, she remembered, echoing more than ever. The over-flowing itch filled her tapping boot, yearning to run. She had to keep moving, wallop them hard and quick - leave nothing to capitalize on. No mistakes. Yeah - it’ll all be alright, right? It has to be. Just pull yourself together and meet them, face-to-face - like an earnest wrestler who’s worth their time.

And so, Evelyn looked up and moved from the rope. She hunched her posture, bent her knees and placed both hands on her thighs. She took a deep breath, then smiled again, outstretching a single hand to deliver the finger-gun gesture.

“Bang.”

Alas, Miss Fallacy waited for her adversary - focused. There was going to be no cheap tricks tonight, even if they both stoop to debauchery.

[SuckerPunch]

The camera's captured the most perverted shot of Dr. Takemi's exposed sex that they could. They made sure to immortalize it in glorious 4k. They got it all. Her fat pussy was on prime time, exposed by the debuting Ms. Fallacy. So clear were the shots that they even revealed the slickness of her inner thighs. Nothing was hidden.

The same could be said for Mina's suffering as she wailed in agony under the strain of the hold. "F-Haaaahn~ No!" She screamed in denial as the referee asked her if she wanted to quit. She was desperately defiant. And Ms. Fallacy's hesitation to punish her allowed the Motherweight's diehard attitude to create a breakthrough!

Her fingers clutched the rope desperately! "Rope!" She cried out! "R-Rope!" A second cry urging the break, as if she couldn't bare another second of torture... And in truth, she likely couldn't have. She likely would have given up a fall had Ms. Fallacy taken to punished her exposed womanhood as she tore apart her hips. The pain, humiliation, and pleasure would have been too much for her mature mind.

When she was finally released she gasped in relief! Teary eyed, she pulled herself back up to her feet using the ropes. "Look what you've done to my outfit." She growled as she clung to the top rope, throwing an arm over it to support her weight.

Her legs were spread, a necessity for keeping herself up as her hips recovered. Evelyn's kneeling position gave her an unobstructed view of the treasure between the mature woman's thighs. Mina's other hand moved, briefly covering herself. "Is this what you wanted? You pervert." She asked, blushing. She looked shy. Ashamed.

That was until her hand drifted upwards. Her fingers spread, parting the puffy lips of her labia and exposing her pink, juicy insides to her opponent.

Have a look then

"Come on then." She dripped onto the canvas. "All you can eat, if you think you're woman enough." Her growl became a snide grin. She was confident the crass taunt would catch her inexperienced opponent off-guard. And all she needed was one more moment of hesitation to take the little bitch's head right off!