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

[BlackAkuma]

Soaked, drenched, with one of the hottest women in LAW draped over her, after having some of the hottest sex in her entire life.

If this was losing, Betsy had to say, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to win again. Hot damn.

When Gisele pulled away, she almost flopped straight to the floor, and she very well might have if she hadn't been able to grab hold of the cross and keep herself upright. She eased herself down, huffing and puffing all the way, until she was down on her knees before the triumphant blond.

Sleep. Long, restful sleep. It was a good thing that there was a bed nearby, because Betsy had every intention of sleeping in that one for the night, right after she downed a gallon or two of water to keep away the creeping cramps. She was about to make a move for it, too, when Gisele came her way with a quick proposal.

With her neurons not firing all that fast, it took her a moment to process what was being asked, but a slim smile graced her lips when she did. A small, mischievous, evil part of her wanted to drag this out,just to mess with her former foe for a spell, but she decided against it. Gisele had been more than patient with her throughout the process, and it was time to repay the favor.

Betsy brought her lips to the Powerderbuff’s pussy and went to work, drawing her tongue along the edges with long licks, before she went straight for the middle, picking up the pace with each passing second. Her hands came up along Gisele’s thighs and pulled them even closer, making to maximize every contact, enhancing every sensation.

[Dubski]

Gisele was watching Betsy as she had to let her mind catch up to what she was saying, softly giggling until her defeated opponent came to her realization. Helping guide Lincoln's head towards her crotch, she didn't need to wait long for her to comply with her request. Letting out a sharp gasp as she felt the tongue trace her lower lips, she was already so aroused from the sexual trouncing she had given to Betsy that every motion jolted her with arousal. She wanted it so much--she needed it, really. As she moaned softly, she used her free hand to grab hold of her own breast, squeezing the nipple as she panted, making little urgent noises as that tongue drilled in her.

She felt Betsy getting even more into it as she pulled on her thighs, making her let out a low moan, biting her lip as she said, "Yes... Betsy that's good. That's good. That's so gooooood..." Letting out a whine, it didn't take too long for Betsy to give LeBlanc the release she was looking for. Her body shuddered and her hand gripped harder in the hair of Lincoln as she leaned forward, planting her other hand on the cross to keep herself upright as she came hard, unleashing her girly cream into Betsy's waiting mouth as she moaned out loud.

And then, she let out a relieved sigh as she brought that other hand down to comb through Betsy's hair, letting out a content hum. "Merci, Cheese Cake..." said Gisele, satisfied as she looked down at her opponent with a warm smile. "I believe that's the end of that," added LeBlanc in a chipper tone, taking a step back from her sexual opponent, finally letting her free.

[BlackAkuma]

It had been a good little while since Betsy had been in this position, and she was a tad worried that she might’ve lost her edge. It wasn’t exactly some intricate skill, but she knew from experience on the taking side that it wasn’t an impossible thing to mess up, either. You could go too hard and rush the whole experience, or be so peckish that you were closer to tickling than getting anything done.

If Gisele’s responses - the moaning, the quaking, the honeyed whispers,the juices all over her face - were any indication, though, then all the worry was for nothing. The Powderbuff seemed well and truly pleased.

But all good things come to an end, and this was no exception, as Betsy found herself lazily leaning against the cross, catching her breath and licking her lips clean. She wiped the rest off with her forearm, then closed her eyes, threatening to drift off for a second before she regained her senses and stayed upright.

”’Mercy’, huh? Pretty sure that was my line.” Betsy winked and flicked a playful tongue Gisele’s way. ”But yeah, that was…that was something else. Thanks. Really.” She ran a hand through her sweaty, matted hair. ”We should do that again, sometime. Not anytime soon, phew, but…sometime.”

She hummed a wistful tune under her breath, then looked towards the bed like it was a thousand miles away. ”I, uh, don’t suppose you’d mind carrying me over to the sheet, would you? My legs are kinda jelly, right now.”

[Dubski]

Gisele LeBlanc looked down at Betsy as she seemed nearly out of it. It wouldn't be the first time she left a girl in that state, but it amused her all the same as she had a sweet smirk on her face. She had greatly enjoyed this competition, and in particular, she was also glad that Lincoln enjoyed it too. She had a fun personality to engage with, and she could see them being friends after this. With a soft sigh, she shook her head, smiling warmly at the request. "For you, Cheese Cake? Absolutely?" replied the Powderbuff, reaching down to cradle Betsy in her arms as she begun to carry her towards the bed.

"Just don't let me whisk you away," joked Gisele in a good-natured tone, effortlessly carrying her opponent across the room. She had to admit, Betsy looked quite cute when she was so well-fucked like this.

But ultimately, she laid down Betsy on the one side of the bed, smiling cheerfully at her. "I may get a quick rest too... You gave me quite the work out, you know," said Gisele with a giggle. She then walked around the bed again, getting into it as she climbed under the covers with a hum. "Just don't be upset if you wake up and I'm gone," added the victor, winking at Betsy as she got comfortable.