Frederika Groß (D) vs Angelica Legrande (D) - Sexual Symphony

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If things couldn't get any more worse (or better) for Frida, they would be now. She couldn't exactly discern what the Frenchwoman had said to her, all that was prominent in the hearing was the sounds of ringing and washed-out cheers from a crowd that only a minute ago was witnessing a predictable conclusion come to fruition. The instrumental that Frida had meticulously composed was given a new twist by the rebellious diva, now taking her own initiative to take the main stage and perhaps take her place as the frontwoman on top. And get on top Angelica literally would.

Still in a dazed yet undeniably horny state, the German lay a stationary target, a dummy that Angelica could do whatever she pleased and the older woman could truly give no response to. In this fact, Angelica had take to the top ropes, her impending jump from the turnbuckle only seemed even more graceful to the mirage-like vision of Frida, a slow angelic descent down from the heaven's. But reality begged to differ, for the true result was much more expectedly lecherous and painful as spectators of the match watched a blonde angel give a full-fledged body splash. The impact sequentially produced a resounding smack that echoed throughout the arena. Pleasure and pain could be the only descriptor's for what the German was feeling. Though more so on the pleasure side, the way Frida's floodwalls collapsed on her, streams of ambrosia outpouring from mountainous breasts that popped as a hardened pair of aroused mounds mushroomed their larger counterparts flat. The resonant splash also felt like a guilty pleasure as her body was given punshiment by a steeled yet erotic form that only the French angel possessed. Her naturally soft belly was squashed by a re-hardened abdominal surface beaten to a pulp. It felt all so good, enough to release herself of all doubts, eating her own words from earlier as the moistened sex laden with pre-cum further poured out with squirting juices.

The Conductor could only produce spittle and moans from her mouth, coughing, gasping, every reaction one could evoke after being left to be the drop pad for a 6'2" 280 pound juggernaut. Her body quivered and shivered in fear as well as total ecstasy. Her own motherly figure was being defaced and she was loving it.

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Muscle met curves with a powerful SMACK! The ropes and canvas shooked under the crushing pressure of the tremendous splash, Angelica bouncing a bit from the sheer impact as her body lit up in agony and wild delight. Muscles sensitive and stimulated from extended humping and intimacy had collided with a body that is plush and curvaceous in comparison. Angelica groaned, her mind stimulated by love soon drawing her open lips to lock over the black haired woman as hungry abs and delicious breasts squished and pushed into their quarry, eager to bury and bulldoze her now pancaked mattress-cum-opponent.

But that body splash wasn't the true finisher. She needs to do one more thing to utterly dominate Frida. So, she pulled herself up over Frida, making sure her breasts were perfectly right on top of the German's. Her long blonde hair hanging over Frida's face, like a heavenly veil of gold, in contrast to Frida's messy black mane sprawled all over the floor. One of her arms wrapped itself behind her neck,while the other did the same on the front. As soon as the hold was done, she would began grinding her abs over her body. Tense muscles dragged themselves up and down Frida's belly, trying to squeeze any remaining resistance. Taut breasts stabbed into their leaking counterparts, hardened nips rubbing againts each other. Their crotches brought close to another, Angelica unleashed a wild flurry of grinds and smacks, sending waves of pleasure onto both of them!

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Frederika's body ached in both writhing sharp pain, but also fidgeting aroused delight. She could barely flex after being forced under Angelica. The large curvacious form of the Matriarch bent for a carnal woman who had long thrown away the pure image associated with angels. The French lady was hungry, the way she smacked her entire frame against the beleaguered Frida, a sweaty molten-hot figure burning with reignited fire and second-wind solidity. Her victorious abs rubbed their stimulated hardness into melting curves squashed between it and no way out, overwhelmed by arousal enough to throw away the will to fight back. Both were tired, evident by their mutual groans and moans, yet the German's mind had forgone the idea of even attempting to retaliate, but rather allowing herself to be crushed under a smaller, yet definitively muscled woman driven by youthful vigor and pride. To feel these squeezing sensations only pushed her above and beyond the euphoric state of lust.

Squirt, squirt, squirt.

Frederika came again from the wanton pleasures this match gave her. Her lower lips contracted before bursting open as her crotch uncontrollably flooded out with sticky juices, defiling the ring floor with opaque stains. Her body was squeezed like a wet sponge, milking out all the liquids that filled it. Sweet nectar and salted sweats alike dripped down both figures, in every possible surface, from the wobbling feet to the expressive facial features. Her eyes widened everytime she got rubbed against like a broken post, and was degenerated further when Angelica had begun attacking her lip-to-lip. An intoxicating kiss of death that put the brunette under more sexual torture, something that still felt all so good. Yet, the angel had another breathtaking move up her sleeve, literally. As their aroused nipples tensed further, so too did a new choking sensation.

Given no quarter, Frida could only react with muffled screams and hand scraping Angelica's thigh as the diva made her ultimate move to topple the Matriarch, the final act of the song, and the true ending of the script. The woman couldn't react, nor did she want to, the pleasures of this match were truly what was most enjoyable. Her hedonistic pleasures were satiated by the tumultuous experience, a raunchy melodrama that concluded on a wonderful note.

Her consciousness would flutter in and out as the strength of the hold dramatically increased, airways were blocked and a dizziness took over. Her vision bobbed side to side, eyes closing and opening. In all this, her body would commit one last act before sedation. Squirt, squirt, squirt. Frida came again from the incomparable sensations given to her, before entering a slumber, flat out cold in the ring.

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Angelica let out a loud moan as she felt her body sinking into Frida's curves, no longer resisting her advances. She looked down too see Frida knocked out cold, a blissful expression on her face. Victory was hers

But, even though Frida had the lion's share of the pleasure, it went both ways. The heat she felt building up during her last make out session came flooding out, Angelica climaxing all over the unconscious woman's crotch. She released the hold over Frida's throat, it's purpose now served.

"That was a most splendid duet we performed Frida. I hope we can perform together again in the future." Angelica said to Frida, not caring if she could actually hear her or not. Her arms wrapped around Frida, hugging her like body pillow. Her cheeks nuzzled against Frida as the French Diva slowly fell asleep, embracing her newfound lover on the ring. Utterly satisfied with her first victory tonight.

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Result

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Angelica Legrande wins via Hentai KO