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

[BlackAkuma]

Yes, trying to put an Gisele LeBlanc in a torture rack was probably a bad idea. Betsy wasn’t a complete doofus, and she realized that in the back of her mind.

But she kind of didn't care, all the same. The was one of the few times she could ever hope to even pull it off, and on the woman who’d gotten her with the same move. She just had to give a shot.

It all backfired, of course, and it happened far faster than even she thought possible, as Gisele slipped out of it with ease. Betsy braced herself to take a counter, ready to be bearhugged or body slammed or even backraked - what she was ready for was having her bra ripped wide open.

”Bwaaaah!” Betsy made the most undignified noise as she stumbled forward and clutched her chest, covering it up. It was a silly thing to do - after all, there was a high chance she’d get nude in this match, no getting around it - but that was just a pure reflex, and it left her wide open to get lifted up and body slammed on the bed behind them.

Knowing she was in a bad spot, all Betsy could do was scramble forward, trying to get away from Gisele before the woman could capitalize, knowing full well that was unlikely with her being so close.

[Dubski]

Gisele's simple slam was enough to put Betsy in panic mode. Once Gisele got momentum, it was typically difficult to stop from there. The bra-less state of Betsy probably helped with the panic though, but Gisele was loving that part, especially with her body still close.

As Lincoln tried to scramble away, LeBlanc had confidently grabbed her by the waist, and forced her muscular body on top of Betsy's. Her legs sprawled out to help her keep a confident position before reaching up under her with one hand, giving Lincoln's bare breast a firm squeeze.

"Mmmm... Cheesecake, you know I like to play with my food...?" purred LeBlanc, kissing Betsy's shoulder before grinding her hips against her opponent's backside. She was happy to have fun with wearing Lincoln down now, wanting to feel her melting against her.

[BlackAkuma]

Okay, this was bad, but Betsy could salvage it. She was faster than Gisele, so all she had do was get off the bed and make some distance, then play keep away until she’d gotten her breath back, and then-

Gisele was on her back. Nevermind, then.

Well, okay, this was bad, too, but Betsy would be fine, she could endure this, unless Gisele had the forethought to reach under her body and grab her breasts-

Like she was doing now. Damn, this woman was good.

Betsy let out a long moan as five playful digits found her bare breast and went to work, playing her like a tuned instrument. The grinding hips were a welcome addition, too, but the real kicker was that kissing on her shoulder, targeting her tenderest areas and sending shudders down to her toes.

Betsy reached out and gripped the satin sheets, digging in so hard she almost thought she could rip them through. ”God, you’re evil, you’re evil.” She wanted to pull away, but her arm defied her wishes and just reached up instead, pulling Gisele’s head even close to her body.

[Dubski]

Gisele could feel Betsy's body shake under her as she held her tight and continued to work her over. The warmth from Betsy's body and the grind against her beautiful ass made the French-Canadian purr in joy. Then, she felt Betsy's hand urging her head onward and she let out a soft, sensual laugh. "Mmm... I can be very wicked, baby... I think you want to see just how much," teased LeBlanc with a grin.

Then, she leaned forward even more. She twined one of each of their legs together and then slid them to the side, forcing Lincoln's hips to go lower as she began grinding harder against her. Meanwhile, her mouth went to Betsy's neck, starting to nibble and kiss on it, tantalizing her flesh in all the right ways.

And then that hand continued to squeeze and knead her breast, making sure Betsy was getting pleasure from every angle. All except the one at the front of her hips, which Gisele was sure with more time, she would be able to rectify that in due time.

[BlackAkuma]

How was Betsy feeling at the moment?

”Fuuuuuuck."

Yeah, that summed everything up.

It was easy, far too easy, to get lost in Gisele LeBlanc. There was this saying about how only a woman really knew how to please a woman, and Betsy had often thought it was bullshit - Troy was good proof of that. But, she had to concede, the French-Canadian was making a good argument for the idea, as she deftly handled her and worked her every nerve to perfection, driving her up the walls.

Betsy made a brief, weak attempt to squirm out, only for Gisele to ride her down and lock her legs. Her ass pressed against her lap even harder than before, and she began to gyrate without even thinking about it, as if her body had its own beat to follow.

She was sinking into the bed, melting into it, and a voice in her head told her this was counterproductive to winning the match. But it was hard to hear that voice when there was this living sexbomb exploding all over her.

”Ah, come on. Aaaaah…” Betsy reached over, grabbed a pillow, and proceeded to bite down on it hard for a distraction. It helped clear her head a little, enough that she had the presence of mind to grabbed the sheets and drag them across the bed. If she could make it to the other side, she might be able to send them tumble off and break this succubus’ hold. Not the best idea, but the only one she could think of at the moment.

[Dubski]

As LeBlanc continued to work over Betsy, she was feeling herself becoming more aroused as well. Betsy had a beautiful body, and Gisele certainly did love having control of other women like this, especially when their reactions made it seem as though they really loved it. And there was no mistakening that Betsy loved it.

As Gisele's strong legs grappled Betsy down, she enjoyed the feeling of her opponent grinding her hips right back against her. Her fingers started to play and toy with the nipple she had captured, laying on the arousal even further on her opponent. And then those lips and tongue kept dancing across Betsy's neck, tasting the tender skin.

But she felt Betsy trying to crawl away with her weight on top of her. While she had muscle to spare, she was still firmly in the lightweight division which allowed Lincoln was slowly making her way to the edge of the bed. Gisele was just interested in continuing to pleasure this girl and feel her body.

At least until Betsy made her way off the edge of the bed, and both women went tumbling off, with Gisele landing off to the side of Lincoln. She groaned, rolling onto her back and stating, "Cheesecake, what the hell?" LeBlanc reached to her own hip, rubbing it as she dealt with the sudden pain from their unceremonious fall!

[BlackAkuma]

Just a little further now.

Oh, damn, that felt good.

Almost to the edge, now.

That mouth at her neck, and that nibbling.

Close, so close.

And God, what was this woman doing with her hands?

Gisele was getting so into it, working Betsy over in such a fine way, that she was stuck trying to act on pure desperation. She wanted to win, but that seemed like such a distant thought the longer this whole thing went on. She could’ve just melted into the covers, the temptation was so strong, but that last, burning fire of competition was enough to keep her going, pawing, scrambling for every inch on the bed she could get.

It was a weird attempt at an escape…and it worked. More or less.

It was a short fall, the bed was only a foot or so off the floor, but it was still far from comfortable. Betsy came down awkward on her side, but from the look of it, Gisele got the worst of it, as she laid there, rubbing her hip. A good opening…

”Sorry!” Betsy scrambled over on top of the down Powderbuff and moved to straddle her waist. ”Let me make it up to you.”

She couldn't hold this woman down by normal means, but with her top undone, she figured a more sensual method of attack was in order. Betsy reached over, grabbed the Frenchwoman by her head, and attempted to pull her face into her cleavage for a tight breast smother, hoping the lack of air might wear her down to a easier level…

…also, because she was still revved up from the earlier touch, and she was craving more contact in that area.

[Dubski]

There was a stinging pain in Gisele's hip from that small fall. Betsy was a bit quicker on the recovery, and LeBlanc soon found herself pushed over and then straddled. Looking surprised for the moment, she then felt Lincoln's chest in her face, making her squeal out in surprise.

With a face full of tit, Gisele squirmed underneath Betsy, admittedly liking getting a closer look at that chest just a little bit, but not loving the claustrophobia of it all. Instead, the Powderbuff latched her mouth on that nipple, starting to lick and kiss it, swirling her tongue around the puffy nub.

But Gisele was hardly about to succumb to a simple smother, especially when her opponent was about to play rough. She reached down and then wrapped her strong arms around Betsy's lower back, and then she squeezed tight, applying a bear hug on Lincoln, mixing that pain with pleasure and trying to keep her less secured in her position. She definitely wasn't going to let this lesbian hentai rookie get one over on her.

[BlackAkuma]

Ha! Got her! Now, this was a good plan. All Betsy had to do was lean in and let her natural breasts do the work. She’d seen less endowed women use this tactic all the time. All you had to do was press down and wear your opponent out, then move in for the kill once they were busy sucking in air.

Yes, she’d win with her breasts. Her breasts, which were an erogenous zone. Which she now had close to Gisele’s mouth. The same mouth that drove her insane a minute ago.

…maybe this wasn’t the best plan.

She realized her error too late, as powerful arms clamped down on her midsection and snapped her in place, holding with an iron grip that never cut her clean in half. It also meant that she wasn’t getting away from those lips on her breasts, so she was reduced to a puddle in short order when Gisele went back to work on her nipples, continuing the work her hands had started. Trapped and growing hotter with each second, she was left even worse than before, as her body was quick to go limp in the Powerderbuff’s hold, struggling to just get enough air to keep panting.

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc could feel Betsy crumpling in record time to her mouth on her breast and the bear hug. She impressed herself, really. As Lincoln was struggling stop her, the Powderbuff easily turned themselves over, allowing LeBlanc to be on top of Betsy, giving a final suckle to that breast before releasing it with a 'plop'.

With a smirk, she looked up at Betsy and adjusted that Bearhug to have a better grip. "If this is how we're going to play... Well then we can play exactly like that," said LeBlanc before dragging Betsy up in that Bearhug and then forcing her against the nearest wall.

And then Gisele LeBlanc released the Bearhug and shoved her tongue down Betsy's throat, making out with her fiercely, forcing her body against Lincoln's to keep her pinned against the wall. And then she grabbed at both of Betsy's hands, slamming them above her head, making it very clear to Betsy who was in charge right now, not wanting to give her a moment to rest now.