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

[BlackAkuma]

”Fuck yes!” Betsy had a giggle fit at the question and wagged the candle around. ”Wax play is so fucking sexy. The way it just burns the skin and the heat and the little bursts of pain, it’s just…” She shuddered a bit, just thinking about all the times she’d gotten Troy to try it on her. He didn’t like to do it too often, hating all the clean up they had to do afterwards, but when he was in the right mood? Dynamite.

She squeaked as she was dropped in the middle of the room, and while her strength was coming back to her with the pace slowed down, she didn’t make any move to get back up. This was starting to feel less like a match and more like an extended sex exhibitiion, and she wasn’t complaining.

”Right, wrong, I’ll take anything you want to give me.” She chewed on her lip as she squirmed underneath Gisele’s foot, loving the way it pressed against her chest, the way she looked silhouetted in the dim lights above them, the way she spoke in that deep, husky French tone…all of it. ”But you’re talking a big game. You still got a ways to go before I’m at my limit…”

[Dubski]

Gisele looked down at Betsy as she barely even fought back against it. She figured that Betsy wasn't about to do a whole lot to stop whatever she may have wanted to do. Still, the French-Canadian sexpot wasn't going to complain as she kneeled down beside Lincoln and said, "Oh, I have no doubt... But this body isn't for show. It's built to last as well."

With a smirk, LeBlanc would reach over to one of Betsy's arms and lock on the first handcuff. Then, she would grab hold of her opponent's other arm and said, "I think you just wanted me to do this to you... To completely take control of you and have my way with you." With a small laugh, she would then attempt to lock Betsy's other wrist, wanting to have Lincoln even more confined with those handcuffs, so that she was truly at her mercy with nothing to do.

[BlackAkuma]

Is that what Betsy wanted?

She’d thought she wanted to win this match. It wasn't just because Gisele was hot - though, God, was she ever - but because the woman was so cool and strong and focused. She knew what she wanted, she always seemed in total control, and she was just so fun to wrestle against, even when you were losing.

Did she want to end up like this? No. Was she complaining about it? Hell no.

”I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.” Betsy put out her cutest, innocent whistle as Gisele locked on the cuffs. They weren’t the same kind that police used, but the kinky variant, with a safety latch you could flick if you needed to get out in an emergency, but it hardly mattered - she wasn’t going anywhere.

She lifted her head up as the woman went about her business, planting kisses up and down her stomach and seeding in the occasional kiss.

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc let out a soft giggle as her rock hard abs were being kissed, then hummed in contentment. "Mmmm... Well, you're in luck regardless... Because I'm going to treat you in the way I like, which means you'll be treated in the way that you'll certainly like as well..." she said in a sultry tone, her accent making the promise that much sweeter. The fitness queen would then grab Betsy by her hair, tight at the scalp, and then rip her up far enough for her to give her a hot, dominant kiss, tongue all the way down her throat.

"And you'll be going in blind..." said the Powderbuff, applying the blindfold onto her opponent-turned-lover before shoving her back down. Then, Gisele would take hold of both of Betsy's legs, folding them up and over her, but not too far. She wanted her to be low enough. Using both of her hands tempered by pumping steel, she ran them down the back of Betsy's thighs before giving both cheeks a hard slap. She would then stand behind Betsy's upturned body, taking the candle with her and lighting it up. She took a moment to take in the scent and sighed. "Mmm... this smells good... It really puts me in the mood... What do you think, Cheesecake?" asked LeBlanc happily, letting the candle burn for right now as she looked down at her folded opponent.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy hissed as her hair was seized and she was jerked upwards, but it wasn’t a noise of protest. For all the playfulness she was putting on, this was the sort of thing she’d been craving. It wasn’t just that Gisele was strong, but she was so forceful, so explosive, so sure of what she wanted. There wasn’t any hesitation with this woman - she saw something and she took it. That simple.

There was something indescribably sexy about that. About having blindfolds plunge her in darkness and put her completely at this tiny little monster’s mercy. Betsy was still reveling in the kiss when the lights went out, and she found herself turned about, tossed this way and that, left disoriented before a hard slap came down on her ass.

She squeaked. Couldn't help it.

That little moment of cuteness was all she had before she settled down again and went to slow breathing, taking in all the sounds. The steady hum of the air conditioning, the huffing of Gisele’s breath, and that twitch, the telltale sign of a lighter being ignited. Betsy jumped at the noise, then settled again, with her chest rising faster with each passing second. The anticipation was what really drove you crazy, here, and it was one of the reasons she loved sensation play.

…was Gisele asking her a question? Right, almost lost herself there for a second.

”I think…” She chewed her lips, then let it go. ”I think you’re a little scared of the fire. Maybe never really used it before. I think you don’t know what to do with it, how to really make me sing. I think you’re gonna chicken out you get really crazy. That’s what I think.”’ She smacked her lips and took a deep breath, steeling herself. ”Am I wrong?”

[Dubski]

Gisele looked down at Betsy with a skeptical look at the girl was trying to goad her on. If only Lincoln could see her expression, she would know she was unimpressed with her attempts to really egg her on. Betsy spoke like this wasn't LeBlanc's intention entirely. Rolling her eyes, she sighed and said, "Oui," in a short tone.

And then she would tuck one of Betsy's legs under her arm and then get Betsy in a proper position for her to turn the candle and slowly let that wax start to drip down just above her pubic area. It was simple--easy for Gisele to do as she had Lincoln perfectly aligned for it to slowly drip down her upside-down body. Betsy turned out to be far kinkier than she had expected--not that Gisele would complain. She was always for a more interesting sexual romp every once in a while. And she would just let Betsy enjoy it for now.

[BlackAkuma]

The first drip was always the best one.

Betsy didn’t know it was coming, so she was left waiting. It wasn’t even up to Gisele when the first one would be coming down - it was all a matter of the heat, how long it would take the flame to reach a melting point. It could come at any second, any moment, and she had no way of knowing where it would fall, what it would touch, and when-

”Ah, fuck!”

Betsy’s shriek filled the room after the first drip touched down, searing her skin with a sizzling sensation. It wasn’t too far off from getting whipped, in truth - the pain only lingered for a second, but it was such a painful moment that it stuck with you. Then came another, and another, and another, each one bringing with it a new shock, a new jolt, a new reaction. Her body flipped and flopped of its own accord as Gisele did her work, as if the woman was moving her with invisible strings.

”Yes…” Another drop, this one on her thigh. ”Yes, god-” Two more, on her stomach. One went in the bellybutton, dead center. ”More, more!” She panted, breathless, as another drop came down above her sex and rolled down to her clit, heating up her hottest spot.

[Dubski]

Gisele had casually began to drip that candle wax down on Betsy, humming to herself as she kept her captive locked and unable to squirm away--not that Betsy wanted anything of the sort. It was clear that she was giving in entirely to the French-Canadian now, and that was fine with Gisele. She loved see the erotic writhing of Lincoln, licking her lips as she listened to her approving moans.

And then, she had accidentally gotten some down onto Betsy's sex, cursing softly as she blew out the candle and set it down. "Sorry, let me get that..." said LeBlanc, grabbing one of Betsy's legs and then hanging it up and over her shoulder to pull Lincoln up. The powerful girl would then start using her fingers to wipe her sex free of the wax, in particular both fingers were rubbing and wiping at that sensitive clit, and Gisele was working it over far more.

And then she glanced down, seeing that wet pussy and licked her lips. "Mmm... Pardon me, Cheesecake..." said LeBlanc, leaning down to start licking and sliding her tongue into Betsy's lower folds as her fingers continue to rub and practically jack off that clit of Betsy's, wanting to give herself a delicious reward of cum from her foe.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy couldn't tell what was happening up there, but she wouldn’t fault Gisele too much for missing a thing or two. She knew from experience how wily the candles could be - fire had a way of going into business for itself, after all. The candles could drip in all sorts of ways, and you ultimately had no say in exactly where they came down and where the droplets went. As long as you kept them way the hell away from the face, things would be fine.

She definitely appreciated Gisele’s attentiveness, though - to say nothing of the little extra that came along with it.

Betsy sighed in relief as the wax was wiped away from her pussy, then sighed for a different reason, as the Powerderbuff’s talented tongue came back into play.

You could see every muscle on Betsy’s legs tense up, see the strain in her stomach and the veins on her neck, as Gisele brought more and more pleasure to her pussy and sent shudders running throughout her body, having a more electric effect that the blazing wax that had come before. It wasn’t just the touch itself, but the way she moved, the pacing, the way she never went too hard, but never gave the pleasure a chance to truly die down. Betsy was brought to greater heights with each second, until she was right on the cusp.

Her lustful sighs grew along with the anticipation, until she couldn't do much more than babble and moan, desperately trying to make her lips form Gisele’s name.

[Dubski]

With Betsy's leg draped over Gisele's shoulder, she kept the hot blonde suspended in a state of bliss as she continued to work over that hot snatch. She licked, sucked, and drummed on that clit, hearing the blonde deliriously sighing, moaning, and making noises. It meant the Powderbuff was absolutely successfully bringing her off to a level that left Betsy incoherent. It was perfect. Almost, at least.

Gisele would begin to walk with Lincoln across the room as she kept laying that pleasure on, her tongue dancing inside Betsy. "Let me hear you scream my name..." said LeBlanc with a purr. Then, she would use her strength to lift hoist Betsy up into a powerbomb position, and then she would turn as she got close to the destination, and then she would slam down Betsy onto that couch over the arm rest. It wouldn't hurt much at all, but it would allow for LeBlanc to be precisely where the buff blonde wanted her. She would press down on the thighs of Betsy and keep her folded over before devouring her pussy with much more vigor, hungry to taste her and be rewarded with Betsy's cream.