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

[BlackAkuma]

There was pleasure, there was rapture, and then there was whatever the hell this was. Betsy was carried away by Gisele’s tongue, lost in the moment as she worked her magic. It was far from the first time she’d gotten this sort of attention, she didn’t want to discount Troy, but she couldn't remember the last time he’d gone down on her with this amount of vigor, brought this kind of crazy energy to it. Maybe it was just the way they used their strength - Gisele probably wasn’t any stronger than her husband, but she seemed far more willing to go crazy with that power.

He wouldn’t have hoisted her up like this and carried her about the room, and he damn sure wouldn’t have flung her on the chair - though, being fair, Gisele did it all about as safely as you could ask for.

Not that Betsy would’ve noticed, either way. She was so far gone, so wrapped up, that she barely registered anything. She was a bleary, heaving mess, and when Gisele slammed her down and went back to work even rougher than before, there was only one thing she could do: explode.

If Gisele wanted a scream, she would get it. ”Oh, fuck!” She threw her head back and thrusted her hips forward, driving into her opponent’s face with each pump. ”Gisele!” Her fingernails gripped the armrest and sunk deep. “Jesus, Gisele!”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc drove her tongue in deep, finding every crevice inside Betsy's lower folds and bringing incredible pleasure to every part that made her react the most. And soon, the French-Canadian finally got what she wanted: an earth-shattering climax from her opponent and another load of her cream. She swallowed most of it even after it gushed around her lips and cheeks before she picked her head up and tilted her head back with a sly smirk on her beautiful, cum-splattered face.

"Mmm... That's what I wanted to hear..." said the Powderbuff, starting to wipe the juices from her face and lick the rest with her tongue before sticking her fingers into Betsy's mouth so she could get a taste of herself. "But now I think I need to fuck you, Cheese Cake... And I'm going to really fuck you..."

Then, she would abruptly grab hold of Betsy by her hair and start to forcibly pull her to her feet and then walk her towards the standing cross torture rack in the middle of the room. Rather than lock Betsy into it or anything, she would just roughly shove her face-first into the cold device. She had cuffs on Betsy--she hardly needed to secure her anymore. But still, Gisele pressed her stacked body against Betsy's and pressed her face close to her's. "Don't you dare move..." said LeBlanc before walking off to the dresser to find her another toy to play with... and one that would certainly make good on her promise.

[BlackAkuma]

…oh, right, this was a match, wasn’t it? It was easy to forget, what with all the sex and the fucking and the smoking hot blonde who seemed determed to squeeze out every last drop of juices that her body had to offer, but yes, this was supposed to be a match, and Betsy was supposed to be putting up something of a fight, and she’d come in with the intention of, you know, actually winning the damn thing.

Right. Right.

In her defense, her body wasn’t up to do much of anything at the moment. Her limbs were limp, her heart was threatening to beat its way out of her chest, and she was fading in and out of consciousness. Dehydration was starting to be a real concern, too. It all meant that she was a ragdoll as Gisele lifted her up and hauled her across the room, plopping her down on the cross like a rack of beef on a meat hook.

Betsy stayed there, too, breathing heavy as she leaned on the structure. She wasn’t about to defy Gisele - hell, she couldn't move much at all, let alone run away. It was a struggle to just stay.

”What are you…” She shivered as an aftershock ran down her spine. ”What do you have in mind, huh?”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc called over her shoulder as she perused the dresser. "I think you deserve a proper railing," said the French-Canadian sweetly. She briefly glanced back to see if Betsy had moved, but it looked as though she was staying stationary, which she had expected. It wasn't like she was going to start resisting now if she hadn't before.

Although Betsy wouldn't be able to see it, the Powderbuff was fully prepared now. Stripped down, her now nude and chiseled body, muscles glistening. She wanted to feel every part of Betsy's skin on her own and vice versa. At least, she was almost completely nude. A quick thrust would make it clear to Betsy exactly what Gisele had in mind as a thick head of a strap-on plowed right inside her vulnerable slit. LeBlanc's body pressed against the back of Betsy as well, breasts on her back as she drove that toy deep inside her.

She would then move her face to the side of Lincoln's giving her neck a lick to her ear before nibbling it. "How does that feel, Cheese Cake?" she asked in a sultry tone, her accent thick as she kept herself close, not giving Betsy any room to move against her.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy wasn’t sure what she was expecting next. Maybe a whipping? A spanking? She was wide open for that kind of thing, though she hoped Gisele would have the sensation to strap her down beforehand. Her body was already at the limit, and a good hiding would make her knees buckle and leave her gasping for sure.

But what she got instead was…

”Holy fuck!”

Yeah, that about summed it all up.

Betsy shrieked as Gisele rammed the strap on home, plunging it deep and setting her senses on fire. It wasn’t just the toy itself, but having this tiny freight train of a woman pressing against her back, slapping against her hips, whispering in her arm, pressing her hard against the cross, driving her insane.

More. She wanted so much more. ”Good.” She let her head roll back against Gisele’s shoulder, as a trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her lips. ”So fucking good.”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc let out a soft giggle at Betsy's response. "I thought you might say that, Cheesecake..." said the French-Canadian. She then pulled back and drove it in hard again. And then a third time. And a fourth. Fifth. Faster. Harder. Stronger. Grabbing hold of Betsy's head, Gisele turned it to give her a dominant, sloppy kiss before pressing it back against the cold rack, focusing her efforts on ploughing into the girl's love box.

She continually drove it in hard and deep, relentlessly, her strong hips powering into Lincoln's with reckless abandon. Then, LeBlanc would abruptly pull the toy out of Betsy and then turn her around to face her, slamming her back against that cross. She grabbed hold of Lincoln by the hips, practically throwing her back onto her toy before sending her body forward hard, jamming it deep in again as she slammed against Betsy and resumed with a rough pounding.

The Powderbuff would then reach up, grabbing both of Lincoln's lovely breasts, keeping her pinned against that cross as she squeezed, massaged, and pulled at the them. She loved the feeling of it just as much as she loved positively railing Lincoln hard, with no signs of stopping. "Yell for me, Cheese Cake!" shouted Gisele LeBlanc, smiling as one hand move to wrap around Lincoln's neck, not to choke her, but to simply secure her in place. Keep her helpless against her ripped body and muscles. She loved this. Every bit of it. And she loved being able to give Betsy such rough pleasure.

[BlackAkuma]

Being so short, Betsy had grown used to things being a bit awkward in bed, with her partners often having more than a few inches on her. Not everything would line up perfectly, and she would have to work to make things right or get in a good position. The few times she’d been with someone at her own eye level, they didn’t quite match her stamina, and she wound up being more than they could handle.

Not a problem with Gisele. Not even close.

The two fit like a pair of gloves, with the Powderbuff at just the right height to go wild on her from behind, driving in deep and pleasuring her with wild kisses. She gasped as the musclebound beauty pulled out without warning, only to spin her about and resume operations from the front, sliding into her and filling the room with the sound of slapping skin. Hands were on her breasts, strong hands, groping and squeezing and pushing and prodding, all while Gisele’s hot breath cascaded over her neck.

Fuck yelling. Betsy sang.

The noise that came out of her throat could hardly be called a scream. It was loud, sure, but laced with so much bliss that it was more akin to a long, drawn out moan. She arched her back and gave Gisele full access to her neck, not fighting as the hand came to her neck, eager for the touch.

Her eyes rolled back, her breath quickened, a shiver ran through her bones. She was right on the precipice, so close, and all she needed was a little push. Almost there, almost, and then…

[Dubski]

The Powderbuff had Betsy moaning nearly deliciously, loving every bit of the sexual onslaught she was delivering to her. She greatly enjoyed being able to give women a night they'd remember. That sort of reciprocal appreciation really got her off as well. Their fit bodies were slamming against one another as Gisele went in harder, ploughing that toy harder and faster, with no signs of letting up even a little bit. Escalating things with that hand on Lincoln's neck, LeBlanc could tell she was eager to feel and be a part of whatever Gisele had in mind.

She could tell that Betsy was ready to erupt though. She reached down with her free hand, and grabbed under her thigh, lifting and pushing it back, almost slamming her limb against the cross as well. The French-Canadian then adjusted her hips and pounded in at a newer angle, hitting a spot that she knew drove Betsy wild, and she thrusted that toy against it deeper yet as she leaned in, overtaking her mouth with a fiery, passionate kiss. She wanted to have Betsy Lincoln completely overcome in every way before her release, making it a monumental one she could never forget.

[BlackAkuma]

The eruption came, and there was no better word for it than that. It was a rush, an explosion of pleasure that spiked through her body. She was on a high, but when Gisele’s seized her leg and plowed into her with full force, that didn’t just push her over the line, it catapulted her past it. This raw, visceral euphoria came over, a spine-tingling sensation that spread from between her legs and took over her entire body, overriding everything else - her vision went white, the world grew quiet, her heart stopped beating, all for one earth-shattering moment of bliss.

She lost her voice, only able to cry out with a short, raspy shriek as the orgasm took her hold. Muscles tensed up, veins popped, she thrust her hips forward to milk out every last sensation and touch Gisele’s body as much as possible…and then, nothing. As if the batteries had just been pulled, she slumped forward, helpless and hapless. A limp, wheezing, sweating, smiling mess. A shell of the woman that had entered the room.

And it felt so, so good.

”I give.” She threw the words out in between her deep breaths, coming out as a faint whisper. ”I give up. You win. Again, damn.”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc wasn't going to stop until she got Betsy Lincoln her release, and it was very apparent when she did. She heard her scream out, felt her being gripped and that fit body of Betsy's pressing against her, and then she felt that same body nearly collapse against her. And Gisele then released her and let her fall against her as she whispered her surrender, making the French-Canadian smile in satisfaction.

Their naked, sweating bodies, held together by the toy fastened around Gisele's waist rubbed slightly against each other in the afterglow of Betsy's climax, and Gisele would then say, "Mmm... Well I hope you enjoyed the loss, at least..." She then stole another kiss from Lincoln, licking her defeated opponent's lip with a grin. Then, she finally pulled the strap-on out from Betsy's lower folds before letting her go delicately, to do whatever her body would allow her to.

However, Gisele wasn't quite done yet. "But... doing all of that has made me extremely horny..." said the Powderbuff, biting her lip as she gave a suggestive look to Betsy. "I think I may have earned myself an orgasm of my own, no?" Gisele's then slid a hand down her nude, slick body and then rubbed her own pussy, sopping wet from the arousal of their sex battle. "Would you mind?" asked Gisele, gently guiding Lincoln's head for her crotch. She figured it was the least she could do to repay her.