Blondes REALLY Have More Fun: Gisele LeBlanc vs. Betsy Lincoln II

[BlackAkuma]

There was a lot to love here, and Betsy found herself getting wrapped up in Gisele with surprising ease. Maybe it was just their similar heights, but the two of them just sort of fit - two athletic woman with builds that weren’t too far apart, sliding up against each other, skin slapping and hips thrusting.

It made for a great moment, as Gisele carried her around with ease. It wasn’t a sensation she was unused to, but it was weird coming this close to the ground. She was getting used to it fast, though, and the same held true for getting pressed against the wall by the Powderbuff. Having her press into her with those surging muscles, grinding against her, and those moans and that look in her eye and that breath…

”Damn, you are-” She kissed. ”You’re so-” Another kiss. ”Ah, fuck!” And another kiss. She couldn't keep her lips separated long enough to speak a full sentence.

Despite all the heat, Betsy hadn't forgotten that Gisele was ostensibly her opponent. After a few heated seconds of making out, Betsy planted her feet on the floor, pushed off, and tried to swing around to push Gisele against the wall. It was a gamble, given how much stronger Gisele was, but she figured it was worth a try. Even if it failed, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

[Dubski]

Gisele was greatly enjoying how things were going so far, showing she was willing to go at whatever pace Betsy was trying to put them at, and then some. Seeing there was no shyness now, LeBlanc wasn't holding back, pushing and grinding her fit body against Betsy's.

But Betsy was becoming a little more fiesty, moving to swing Gisele around. The French-Canadian's back hit the wall, but she didn't let up on their passionate kiss, continuing to drill her tongue into the mouth of her lovely blonde opponent.

The Powderbuff was hardly content to let Lincoln control the pace of it though, as she used her strength to then grab and turn her opponent placing her right back against the wall before finding Betsy's hands and planting them above her head. All the while, Gisele kept their lips placed together, purring contently as she continued their deep kiss without any break.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy had a triumphant laugh inside their mouths as she successful switched positions, gaining a momentary advantage on the other woman. That was another new thing with the height similarities - that wouldn’t work with Troy, ever, even if they were being playful. It was nice to have a little dominance like this.

It wouldn’t last, she knew it, but she liked it.

Sure enough, Gisele was quick to turn the table once, flipping them around with ease and hammering her into the wall with authority. Betsy gasped at the impact, and her hands soon found themselves trapped above her head. She struggled, writhing in the hold, but she might as well have been ensnared with rope for all the wiggle room she could get.

She broke away from the steaming kiss, just long enough to bring her mouth to Gisele’s ear. ”So, it’s like that, huh? Rough?” She thrust forward, pressing their hips together and rocking against the powerful woman. ”That’s my jam, too.”

Betsy took a second to look down, then took aim - she brought her foot up and dropped her heel on Gisele’s bare toes, looking to mash them into the carpet for some quick pain. It wouldn’t hurt all that much, all she wanted was a quick distraction for an escape.

[Dubski]

Gisele kept those hands of Betsy held back, bodies bumping and grinding against one another as their mouths stayed tangled. Eventually Lincoln broke the kiss, speaking into her ear. She giggled at first, but let out a gasp at the hip thrust. "Mmm...! I promise I can be far rougher... But you'll welcome to try," replied Gisele in a soft tone.

Then, LeBlanc gave an even harder hip thrust back at Betsy to accent her point. Letting out a hiss of pleasure when their crotches met, Gisele rolled her head back, loving the sensation of her meeting this woman in the most intimate of areas.

Then, Gisele felt pleasure on her well-manicured toes, forcing LeBlanc to dislodge herself from Betsy with a grunt, glancing down at her foot to see that Lincoln was trying to force her way out from against her.

[BlackAkuma]

While her idea worked, sort of, Betsy couldn't help but let a disappointed groan slip out when she and Gisele parted. They’d been getting into it so well, really clicking, and then she had to pull away, and all her body wanted to do was just go back and let this little boulder of a woman roll over her, but her mind knew better, and, and...

Yeah. Self-control was going to be the real challenge here, she could see it.

Now that she’d made the space, though, she had to do something with it. Speed was still her biggest advantage here, and that was what she used to close the distance on her opponent, ducking low and making her way behind the Powderbuff in a flash. Her arms came under Gisele’s shoulder and grabbed on her chest, finding two lovely breasts to squeeze.

”Gotcha.”

With a good, groping grip secured, Betsy fell back and tried to bring Gisele along with her, attempting to bring her to the floor while she came out on top.

[Dubski]

Gisele was recoiling from the foot stomp before she found herself surprised by Betsy sliding behind her rather suddenly. Eyes growing wide, LeBlanc went to turn, only to be grabbed in a sudden double breast grab, making her gasp out sharply. The Powderbuff's strong body sent with a surge of pleasure upon the hands of Betsy groping her.

Then, a moment later, she was brought back, falling atop Betsy as she grabbed at Lincoln's hands. She wanted to try prying them apart, using her strength to attempt to get Lincoln to release her. She knew if she let her get too handsy, there was a pretty decent chance she wouldn't let her stop. "I... like that Cheesecake... But normally more on my terms...!" said LeBlanc, trying to keep Betsy from still squeezing her lovely pair of breasts.

[BlackAkuma]

Huh. You know, it had been a while since Betsy grabbed a nice pair of breasts. Her own didn’t count, really - sure, she could fondle them whenever she wanted to, but it was different than feeling someone else. Hard to put into words why, but there was just something about having that tactile sensation under your fingers and feeling the way another woman reacted to your touch, like you were pressing hidden buttons underneath the skin.

God, this was like having chocolate after years of just vanilla. Nothing wrong with either flavor, she even preferred the former, but absence made the heart grow fonder.

The Powderbuff wasn’t about to take all this lying down, though - well, figuratively speaking. Just as Betsy was getting into it, she felt two hands pulling at her grip, trying to ruin her fun, and she didn’t have the strength to keep them from pulling her away.

”Oh, really?” Her hands abandoned their grip on Gisele’s breast and switched to her neck, as her arms wrapped around it tight and pulled her close. Her legs shot around her opponent’s waist at the same time for a body scissor attempt. She’d tried something similar in their last match, but the differences were:

They’d been standing, then.
She hadn't mixed in ear-nibbling with it.

”Do something about it, then.”

[Dubski]

As Gisele was forcing away those hands, Betsy was immediately trying to adjust her next sensual attack. LeBlanc let out a grunt of exertion as she felt the arms around her neck and then the legs on her slim waist. And then, she felt Lincoln's teeth on her neck and shuddered, eyes rolling back. "Mmmmm... Cheesecake... If this is something you haven't done in a while... you don't seem like you're out of practice..." murmured the Powderbuff. She quite enjoyed how enthusiastic that Betsy was about this now, and how much she was into turning her on now. Gisele was normally used to being the more dominant one in a pairing, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy when she got to lay back and just enjoy it.

However, this was no such time. She had her body wrapped up by those limbs of Betsy and let out a low groan, closing her eyes as she tried to steel herself past the arousal to do something. She needed to use her strength, and so at first, she was trying to push off the ground with both hands, pushing her body to sit up with all of Betsy's weight on her, stifling a moan as she did so. While she started to get up, she had more to do in order to get out, leaving her open to what Betsy might do, or continue to do.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy honestly could’ve just laid on Giselle’s back for a while and been quite happy. The two women looked similar enough at a distance, but when she was on her and gripped tight, you could feel the differences in their body. There was so much muscle packed in the Powerderbuff’s tiny, tight frame, and they felt so good when she was surging up. All that power, all the strength, just bursting out of her.

”Just like riding a bike, right?” She cooed and let the vibrations go deep into Giselle’s ear, tickling her nerves. ”You never really forget.”

That being said, none of the women she’d ever been with were quite like Giselle. They wouldn’t have had the strength to rise up like this despite getting used like a squeeze toy, and as impressive as it was, Betsy knew it was a bad omen - she’d already seen how crazy this woman could get if you gave her too much room to maneuver. She needed something to wear her out with, maybe a submission move, but nothing much was coming to her mind…except…

”Oh, you’re gonna love this.” Betsy gave Gisele one final lick on the ear before she pulled away and unlocked her bodyscissors. She planted her feet on the floor and stood, using her grip on her opponent’s neck to make her rise at the same time.

Betsy released the sleeper, but only so she could transition to another move. She brought her head down to her opponent’s side, reached up to grab her neck with one and get between her legs with the other, and proceeded to try and lift her up for a move they would both be quite familiar with - a torture rack. Granted, hers wouldn’t be anywhere near as effective as the one Gisele had finished her off with, but with the Powerderbuff weighing so little, she was one of the few wrestlers in the league that Betsy could even attempt it on.

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc had powered herself up to a sitting position with that sexy little Betsy still tantalizing her with that tongue. Just as she was about to get ready to escalate things further to break free, but then she was being pulled up along with Lincoln! The French-Canadian let out a light shudder as she was getting maneuvered even further.

The Powderbuff was very familiar with the torture rack--having used her variation of it to win many matches by now. This, or course, meant that Gisele was keenly aware on how to break out of that move as well. It was a bit presumptuous of her opponent to try that out on her, and Gisele would make sure she knew it.

So as she was lifted up, Gisele shifted her body just enough that she would break out of Betsy's grasp and then land on her feet right behind her! "I have something I'll love more!" said LeBlanc as she then grabbed the back of Lincoln's bra and tore at it, tearing the hook of it clean off to unfurl her chest. And then, she held Betsy around the waist and lifted her up, turned, and then slammed her down face-first onto the bed with ease!