Alba Garcia vs. Ishtar - Hentai Match

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia was letting out soft, stifled moans as she was being squeezed by Ishtar, trying madly to fight her way out. And even though her words were sound, and it really was Alba's choice, and that this was the obvious next part of this sexfight, second thoughts began to race through her mind. Her bare body with her tight, but plump ass was currently on full display to the crowd, making her panic even more. "B-b-but I don't want to conti--Wah!"

Then, a belly-to-belly suplex came after, and all of the weight of Ishtar's form landed on top of Alba, making her scream out in pain. She landed hard and had the wind knocked out of her as she arched her back, body jerking as she gasped, then whined out loud. "I... I don't... I don't..." They were the only words that Alba could muster out right now as she lay below Ishtar, completely defenseless to whatever this Middle Eastern goddess would attempt on her next. She felt some excitement beyond the petrified embarrassment of what Ishtar would do, but she knew it was only a matter of time before things went as they did with the rest of her matches: downhill extremely quickly.

[pu-level-up]

Ishtar ground her body against Alba's after smashing her into the mats with the belly-to-belly suplex, feeling the Spanish beauty arch her body upwards and press their curves even tighter together in response. "Ahhh~" Ishtar let out a satisfied and pleasure-filled moan. Now that Alba was nude, the contact between them felt that much closer. The only things in the way were Ishtar's own clothing, but she didn't want to remove them herself just yet. No, that was a ritual that could and should only be performed by Alba once she was ready.

"You can Alba, and you must," Ishtar said softly as she leaned in to gently kiss Alba's neck. Her hands moved to interlace fingers with Alba's, gently pinning the girl's wrists down against the mats, while the goddess's legs snaked around Alba's and wrapped them up in a tight grapevine. Ishtar wasn't seeking to extract a submission from her sexy opponent through pain, but she did want full control over Alba's body.

As she locked in her hold, she pressed her body down tight. Their busts mashed together once again, boobs mushrooming outwards and upwards. Tight bellies rubbed together, and Ishtar's strong legs flexed and grinded against Alba's own limbs. The tops of their crotches bumped together, Ishtar's still covered clit barely brushing against Alba's now exposed sex. "Once you are ready, I would like for you to undress me too," Ishtar murmured as she kissed Alba's cheeks and neck, moving up to nibble on her ear. "Just give me the word..."

[Dubski]

With whimpers and whines, Alba could barely handle it as Ishtar's body locked against her, moving against every part of her vulnerable, nude body. "Nnnnh... Ahhhh.. Oooo..." Garcia soon stopped trying to fight it, knowing her futile position as Ishtar wasn't letting up at all and Alba just didn't have the strength to take it back to her. Worst was the breasts pressing together so firmly, mashing out unnaturally, but feeling so incredible. And feeling Ishtar's clit against her pussy once more just made her moan loudly, more deliriously. The nibble on her ear driving her even more crazy.

Thrashing her head from side to side, the Spanish girl's body was tense, her muscles tight, and electricity flowing through her as she whined loudly. "Yes! Yes! Whatever... whatever you want...! I'll... undress you!" The prospect of that wasn't that horrible. It would put them on even footing, even if Alba's confidence in being able to turn any part of this match around. But at the very least, it would put an end to this torturous pleasure and give Alba a moment to breath again before she positively exploded from pleasure.

Her body began to press against Ishtar's now, writhing and almost grinding against her on her own, instinctively. Her body screamed for Ishtar, but her mind was trying to resist agreeing with that. For now, it was bent on surviving, even it things looked bleak.

[pu-level-up]

Hearing Alba say she would be willing to undress her, Ishtar let out a small sigh of satisfaction. "Good girl," she said, rewarding Alba with a little kiss on the cheek. She didn't get up off the girl though, continuing their hot body contact as she ground down breast to breast and belly to belly against her beautiful Spanish opponent. In her mind, there was no need to stop even for a moment. All her clothes were within Alba's reach after all, she just needed to go and take them off!

Ishtar lifted Alba's hands off the mat, guiding them up her body until they reached her back. "The clasp is right there," Ishtar whispered, "Go ahead and undo it!" She would wait for Alba to undo her top, before taking her hands again and guiding them to her hips. The Goddess would unravel her legs, giving Alba some small relief, as she pressed Alba's hands against her waistband. "Go on, pull them off!" she said encouragingly, eager for Alba to strip her naked. Her own hands would travel back up her body, pulling her undone top out from between there mashed up breasts so that their breasts could finally meet flesh against flesh, nipple against nipple.

[Dubski]

Continuing to whimper and whine as her body rubbed and wriggled worthlessly under Ishtar, Alba Garcia just wanted to do whatever it took to make this sensation move on to something else. What it took was undressing her. Her trembling hands were being grabbed by Ishtar and guided to her top. Her hands fumbled on the clasp, shaking too much to get it on her first try until she eventually unclasped it.

Then, her hands were pulled to those bottoms and Garcia had a much easier time with these as she tugged and yanked them down as hard as she good, desperately whining and moaning. And then she shortly felt those bare breasts against her own and she gasped, eyes rolling back as she let out her longest, most wanting moan yet. "Oooooooooh... Aaaaaaaaah...! I-I-Ishtaaaar... I caaaaan't..." she squealed loudly, the sensation of those nipples against her own just making it impossible for her mind to even focus on anything else, her body feeling hotter than the sun from all of this as she continued to move and grind against Ishtar's body, absolutely losing it.

[pu-level-up]

If Alba thought undressing Ishtar would provide to her some relief, she was sorely mistaken. With her body fully exposed, the goddess's full power came to bear upon the poor Spaniard. In particular Ishtar focused on bringing their naked breasts together, mashing their orbs tightly and letting her heavier full breasts bully her opponent's from above. The goddess's nipples were hard as rocks from arousal, swollen up to nearly the size of a small thumb, two dark brown peaks jutting out and driving against Alba's. Ishtar was quite proud of her big breasts and big nipples, confident that thanks to those weapons she'd be able to come out on top in any titfight.

But this wasn't so much of a titfight as a one-sided domination, as Ishtar bore down on Alba with the full weight of her love. Alba was reduced to a moaning mess once again, writhing uselessly under the goddess, unable to break free as her mind got overwhelmed by pleasure. Ishtar could tell Alba was close to cumming again. All it would take was one big push, and she would be squirting on the mats.

So Ishtar gave her that push. "I accept your offering of love, and your worship," Ishtar whispered into Alba's ear. She brought her now nude sex down, their bare clits connecting as Ishtar ground down against Alba's hips. Ishtar let out a soft moan, her own pussy visibly leaking juices all over Alba's from their intimate touch. She began humping Alba over and over, grinding their hips together harder and tighter, hoping to drive Alba into ecstasy once again so she could experience her fully nude orgasm!

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia was in a bad way--or depending on how one looked at it, a very good one. She gasped and moaned wildly, never having felt so much pleasure before as her body was just practically on fire with arousal. She was incapable of even having any thoughts anymore, just making panting, longing noises against Ishtar as her hands palmed the mat below her. And then, when Ishtar began grinding against her, she let out a loud gasp, arms shooting up to wrap around Ishtar, holding her tight around her shoulders and waist.

"NONONONONO..... DIOS MÍOOOOOOOOOO!" shrieked Alba loudly as she came harder, her entire body violently thrashing back against Ishtar's body as she desperately continued to moan out, riding her orgasm hard with her hips bucking into her opponent, completely and utterly overwhelmed by this sexual assault. And, after enough time of her body reacting, she went slack, her arms slipping off of Ishtar as she panted and whimpered, head lulling back and forth, in an utter erotic haze from the aftermath of that soul ripping climax.

[pu-level-up]

Ishtar didn't have to push very hard to make Alba cum. The poor Spaniard was already a hot mess beneath her, panting and moaning, her entire body burning with arousal just from their nude forms pressing together. The second Ishtar brought their clits together, Alba's arms shot up and wrapped around the goddess's waist, hugging her close as she lost control.

"Yes cum for me Alba!" Ishtar gasped as she ground down, the pleasure emanating from her own pussy making her moan and gasp as well, "Cum hard for me again! Acknowledge me as your goddess!" As Alba's body bucked in the throes of orgasm, Ishtar hugged her close as well, riding out each wave of motion as she continued to press their hips together, using Alba's orgasm to pleasure herself!

Finally Alba slumped down, drained out from her orgasm. After all that, Ishtar still hadn't cum. The goddess felt extremely aroused, but she remained in control, not losing herself to her lust. It would be quite unbecoming of the Goddess of Love to use her defeated opponent's body for sexual pleasure after all, she wanted willing offerings of love. So after a moment of sweet cuddling, Ishtar lifted her body up once more, sitting up and straddling Alba's waist.

The goddess's body glistened with sweat, oil, and sex juices under the ring lights. Ishtar took her hands, running them down the side of her body, gently cupping her breasts for a moment before reaching all the way down and pressing against Alba's form. She slowly ran her arms up Alba's body, taking a moment to grope the Spaniard's luscious breasts, before reaching her shoulders, holding fast to pin them down.

"Let me know if you want to continue here, or if we should take things backstage," Ishtar whispered softly as she pinned down Alba. The referee, seeing Ishtar locking in a pin, began the count.

"One!"

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia's mind was swirling with pleasure as she still twitched under Ishtar. Every movement of the girl had made the Spaniard's body react with noises of pleasure and involuntary muscle movements. She could barely tell where she was with the absolute erotic haze her head was in. She whined softly, feeling her hands being grasped and then Ishtar's body on top of her yet again.

Ishtar was saying words, but Alba was gasping and mewling out loud, body quivering. What she heard louder was the referee counting down.

"TWO!

"THR--"

And then, in an instant, Alba's shoulder shot out, almost by instinct as her tongue lulled out and she whined, breaking the pin and letting out a moan. "Ooooooh... Ahhhh..." Her body was a hair trigger, electrified to feel a torrent of pleasure at this point with each touch. She wasn't sure there was anything else she understood at this moment but that.

[pu-level-up]

Ishtar thought she would be able to end this match. Alba was totally drained out after that orgasm, and it didn't seem likely to the Goddess that she would find the energy or willpower to push out of the pin. So she wasn't trying too hard to pin Alba down, simply pushing down on Alba's shoulders with two hands. She smiled to the crowd, already thinking of the fun she would have with Alba backstage. She couldn't wait to really explore the sexy Spaniard's body!

"Break!" The referee called out. Ishtar frowned in confusion, then she looked down and saw that Alba had managed to break one shoulder free! Ishtar's eyes widened in surprise. Somehow Alba found the strength and will to actually break free of the pin!

"Wow... I didn't think you had it in you," Ishtar murmured, gaining quite a bit of respect for her opponent. Even after being so drained out, after cumming twice and becoming completely love-drunk, Alba was still able to fight back! Ishtar slid backwards, getting up off of Alba's body and taking a few steps away from her opponent. Albe had earned her respect, so the Goddess wanted to give her the chance to recover and fight her on a more even footing.

"Come to me Alba," Ishtar said, holding her arms open as she waited for her opponent to recover and get back up, "Come to me, and show me your love!"