A new beginning...

[Teenwrestler]

Having his new lover in control, Daisuke had been pretty much the dominant one in this lovers spar so far. After Tigresa had managed to slip her way out of the prince's bearhug, she was not yet out of trouble and found herself on her knees in front of Daisuke who would wrap his arms around the back of her head and shove her face into his brief clad crotch for a humiliating smother. In any other circumstances, Santa would have been furious and embarrassed at being up close to a man's privates but here, in this moment, she was almost enjoying it. At first, the proud luchadora would flail around before she would slowly stop, starting to moan not in pain but in pleasure.

"Hm?!" Daisuke said feeling Santa's mouth open wide with her tongue poking out, brushing up against his oil clad trunks. Santa would then look up, smirking at her new princely love. "W-wha?!" he said confused at what she was upto. Suddenly, Santa would bury herself into his crotch in a sudden jerk before placing her hands behind his knees and giving a firm yank to make him slip and fall down on his back.

"Ugh!" Daisuke cried out as he fell down on his back, his arms and legs spread with Santa in front of him on her knees.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa threw herself into her sudden predicament with surprising enthusiasm, letting the Wrestling Prince take advantage of her position until she had an actual faceful of his manhood. Now that there was no pretense between them, no more putting up a wall of hatred to hide behind when they competed against one another.

La Santa played into it, extending her tongue, poking at his thinly-covered bulge … before snatching Daisuke’s legs out from behind and yanking him down into the oil! Slamming the Wrestling prince onto his back, Santa Tigresa let out a laugh. Daisuke was spread out before her now, looking all too vulnerable as the buxom masked latina grinned wide.

“Got you, Little Prince!” Santa Tigresa growled, sliding her hands up his strong thighs, across his hips and up to his abs. Using him as a base, the luchadora pushed off her knees and pounced on top of Daisuke! She hopped up into the air, bringing her thick body up high before splashing down on him, their oil-covered bodies smacking together in the oil. La Santa pressed her curves into him, trying to slide up his body until she could bring her ample breasts smacking into his face for an enthusiastic smother! It would be hard to keep control as she slid over him, but La Santa hoped that her round breasts would serve as a stopper, once they slid up his chiseled body and pressed into his waiting face.

[Teenwrestler]

His smother had backfired with Santa openly burying her own face against his briefs and started to poke her tongue and mouth against his brief clad crotch. The movement left Daisuke almost stunned, he wasn't moving until Santa gave him a firm shove in his distracted state to take him down onto his back. From there, the prince laid spread wide with his body glistening in oil and sweat. He let out a small moan and soon Santa's plan was already in motion. She grabbed his thigh, gripping them tightly before sliding her hands across his hips to his abdomen. Using him as a base, she used her grip on his abdomen to push herself up off the mat before coming crashing down on top of him for a small splash.

*SMACK*

Their oiled and sweat slicked bodies smacked hard, the slap echoing in the private gym as Santa slide across his body until her breasts were pressed up against his face for a smother. "Mmfmfmfmfm" he mumbled, squirming under her as he was forced to take in the scent of her sweat soaked sports bra. Daisuke would bridge up and struggle under her but Santa had him well trapped under her curvy frame. His hands would move up to her hair, he thought of grabbing them but thought against it, instead his fingers gently caress her oily hair.

He continued to struggle, his hands went down to her waist as he tried to push her off. "Mmfmfmfmf c-can't breathe....ah" he moaned, struggling to wrestle his lover.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa’s body had been manipulated and dominated through this entire match, but now it seemed that she was in control. And all she had to do, was embrace some of those deep, inner thoughts she’d had about grappling with Daisuke in the past, and roll with them. She could still feel his spandex-clad bulge in her face as she mounted him, large breasts pressed firmly into his face as she let her full weight settle on top of him and her bosom engulfed his features. The Tigresa shimmied her shoulders even, wiggling her body on top of him and burying his face further into her cleavage.

“Ha hah!” Santa Tigresa let out a laugh as she heard Daisuke struggling to breathe. She could feel his fingers slide up into her hair, and half expected him to yank her off, but it seemed like he wasn’t going that far. At least, not yet. Instead, his face was buried in her body, while her midsection was grinding against his rock-hard abs. Unfortunately, the same oil that allowed her to slip out of his grip earlier was now working against her. The Tigresa struggled, settled in on top, but couldn’t keep her position above the prince. Momentum carried her over, and eventually she slid right off of Daisuke’s body and onto the oily mats with a splat!

“Ah,” Santa Tigresa scowled, trying to push herself up. She knew she’d just lost a key advantage, here, and she was going to need to fight if she was going to get it back. The luchadora bit back a laugh as she tried to roll back over to Daisuke, instead slipping and sliding around on her round, all-too-well-oiled ass!

[Teenwrestler]

While the wrestling prince had been on top of Santa for the most parts of this match, it was time for the luchadora to finally get some revenge against her new lover. After taking him down onto his back, Tigersa would jump up on top of him and press her oiled frame against his own while shoving her breasts against his face for a smother. He moaned and mumbled under her breasts, wiggling under her wildly due to the lack of fresh air. Santa would laugh and would tease him by shimming her shoulders to bury his face deeper against her cleavage. "Hummghghmgmh!" he mumbled, moving left and right while trying to get her off.

He was desperate for her, even thinking about resorting to hairpulling but thought against it eventually. He would buck up and down, working his way out through simply struggling and eventually the oiled conditions would prove helpful. Santa's body would slide forward until she slid off the prince and onto the mats. She attempted to roll back but slipped and slid around on her ass. Daisuke would push up onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily as he watched his lover struggle to get a good base.

"Come here love" he said jumping forward to press his body against her back and wrap his arm around her neck in a dragon sleeper submission. The prince would slid his armpits around Santa's face, looking to smother her mouth and nose under his pits turning the sleeper into a sleeper-smother combination to get revenge on his lover. "I know you're a fan of smothers so how about you experience it. I've never lost to an opponent twice in one day love and it won't happen just because I've fallen in love with you" he said while chuckling.

[Luncha_Libre]

Grinding against an oiled, slippery Daisuke was leaving Santa Tigresa both winded and flushed, her body hotter than it would be even during a normal match as she tried to keep pace with the Wrestling Prince. When she slid off of him, she was still feeling his hot breath against her breasts from the smother, her skin tingling at the sensation. The proud luchadora’s mind was racing, and struggling to keep on the match, but she felt a quiver as her body slid up and over him and she couldn’t help but tremble, on all fours, right in front of him as she struggled to catch her breath and compose herself. That opening was all Daisuke needed …

“AH!” Santa Tigresa gasped as Daisuke wrapped an arm over her face. The luchadora’s nose was tucked into Daisuke’s arm pit, covering her up and smothering her with his strong arm. He cranked the hold back, covering the luchadora and cutting off her air!

“Noooo,” Santa Tigresa moaned, as her body slipped and her ass fell to the oiled mats with a splash. Her thick ass pressed hard into Daisuke’s manhood as he trapped her, and her arms flailed helplessly as she squirmed in his grip. She could feel his firm body up against her back like a brick wall. The luchadora was fading, and she could feel herself starting to get weak. Her thrashing only increased, then, chest heaving as she struggled to hold her breath. The oil that had tripped her up this entire match could be her salvation now, or possibly her undoing, as she tried to find leverage to break free! Worse, Santa Tigresa could still hear every word Daisuke said, as he choked her out. His declarations made her body flush and her heart race … but did that mean she was finally going to succumb to him?

[Teenwrestler]

It was a tough match no doubt. Having already wrestled his new lover earlier in the day, the two were now having a more intimate wrestling match late in the evening at Daisuke's estate. Despite everything, the intensity of this wrestling match is no less from the countless battles they had before and both wrestlers above everything else wanted to win. Daisuke would prove his desire to not lose to anyone, including the woman he loves, when he managed to break free from her smother before quickly reaching forward to grab her head and pull her back, trapping her in a humiliating yet effective dragon smother submission.

He would tighten his grip around her head, forcing her face to press up against his armpits to effectively cut any room to breathe. When Santa fell back, her ass smacked against his manhood and the prince would quickly move his legs around to wrap them around Tigresa's waist to lock in a body scissors submission on top of the dragon smother. "Love, can you breathe?" he said with a wide grin on his face, tightening both holds as he shook her body around to check if she was still conscious.

"Arghh stop struggling" Daisuke growled when he felt Santa thrashing about to find leverage in her attempts to escape. The prince gritted his teeth, trying to hold onto the oiled body of his rival and lover. "Just quit! You're tired and sweaty.......you're not going to win this one love" he said trying to tighten his hold but Santa's struggling made it difficult to get a good grip on her.

[Luncha_Libre]

The match was going long and hard, but neither of the wrestlers were willing to give the other an inch unless they absolutely had to. The two had finally come clean on their feelings for one another, and accepted the nature of their intense passions through their rivalry, but a big part of that was how they challenged each other. There was no way that either was going to relent now, even with recent revelations. Now, Santa Tigresa’s neck was cranked back and her face getting crushed, as Daisuke locked in a dragon sleeper!

“AAAARGHHH!” The Tigresa let out a miserable groan as Daisuke worked the hold. The Tigresa’s hand reached out, quivering, and a lesser woman would have started tapping out almost immediately. The hold was locked in, but coupled with the body scissor, it was truly punishing on Santa Tigresa, all around! She could even feel Daisuke’s manhood pressed firmly between her thick cheeks, taking her breath away with every squirm of her body as he would grind harder into her. She tried to ignore his attempts to verbally work her over, just as he was physically dominating her, by convincing her she had already lost. When he asked if she could breath, Santa Tigresa panted against his armpit. She could, just barely, and just for now. There wasn’t much air left for her, and not much time, either.

Struggling, Santa Tigresa thrashed even harder. She rammed her thick ass against him, looking to use her tailbone to catch him off guard. If she could create an opening, she would twist her body out to try and break the hold. It was going to take a lot of her remaining strength, however, if she could even create the opening she desperately needed!
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[Teenwrestler]

Even though the two had accepted their feelings for each other as lovers, when it came down to business in the ring it would not appear as the two were in love with each other. Daisuke was relentlessly stretching her upper body back in the camel clutch before turning into a more deadly dragon clutch which he used to smother her when her face was pressed against his armpit. The prince had his teeth gritted, he kept pulling back harder and harder to stretch her body while she struggled to breathe against his oiled pits. Santa let out a groan in pain, she was clearly being worked over but despite all of that she was not ready to give up just yet.

"Tch....y-you're stubborn as always!" Daisuke called out to his lover as she quivered whilst in the dual submission hold. "Ahhhh!" he moaned when her backside would smack against his crotch which resulted in the hold to weaken. Santa grabbed his arm even, tugging at it to try and pry it off her face while squirming about and smacking her backside to his front. "Owww....." he moaned. The oil mixed with the sweat, that coupled with Santa's struggling made it hard for Daisuke to keep a hold of this and decided to let Santa go, releasing her while he squirmed away before rising back up to his feet.

He would take a moment to adjust his briefs while allowing his lover to rest up. Daisuke would stand in the middle of the ring, raising his arms up to challenge his lover. "Come on my love, lets grapple. Man to woman, just you and me. Promise me you won't let go until one of us is backed up in the corner" he said, inviting her to grapple up with him in a contest to test their might once more.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nnnngh~” Santa Tigresa let out a little moan, her body quivering as her thick ass cheeks bounced against Daisuke’s crotch, the sensation of feeling him against her backside sending a chill through her body that managed to sneak through the pain that was coursing through her body while Daisuke cranked on the hold. Thrashing and writhing in Daisuke’s grip, she could feel him start to falter and weaken, which she needed. La Santa’s chest heaved as she took a gasping breath, the second he got up to his feet.

“Aaaaugh,” Santa Tigresa gasped, choking and gasping for air. Fumbling forward, the Tigresa crawled on all fours holding a hand to her aching neck. Slowly, she pushed herself up, fumbling for a second before she could get onto all fours. The luchadora turned to her rival, who was raising his arms to challenge her.

“Okay, let’s do this!” Santa Tigresa was tired, Daisuke’s expertly applied hold sapping her strength and the vision of his well-muscled body covered in oil making it hard to catch her breath. The Tigresa stepped forward, slipping on the oil, but locked up with him. She slipped in, her buxom body slapping against Daisuke’s body as she pressed against him, trying to use forward momentum to push Daisuke toward the corner. Santa Tigresa’s ample breasts pressed hard into Daisuke’s chest as she arched her back, her thick glutes flexing as she stepped in, pressing her body against him. The Tigresa was struggling to get her balance, pushing with all her might, albeit clumsily.