Date Night

[Teenwrestler]

Knowing her boyfriend, she suspected that he was holding some of his strength back just because he knew that the supermodel hated being overpowered in the ring especially in a collar and elbow tie-up. He did well to give her a fighting chance though but they had been together long enough for Ami to know that he was being the gentlemanly lover that he so loved to be. However, he soon found himself trapped in a standing headscissors as the bluenette would sit atop of the turnbuckle and have her legs wrapped around his head with his face pressed against her crotch. She gripped his hair, patting his head and squeezed his head while taunting him to try and light a fire in his belly.

Jumping off his shoulders, she spun around and flipped him down onto his back while she landed on top of him in a schoolgirl pin with his face still in between her thighs. She giggled and began to count him out but the model wrestler had more to give than just that. Bryan managed to hook his legs under her armpit and flip the them over, putting Ami in a folded up position while he began to count her count. He would get to the count of "ONE" before Ami would thrust her legs up in the air and kick out, rolling away from him while getting up to her knees.

"*Phew*Huff*Huff* Well I am just getting started" she would say, brushing some hair away from her face while rising up to her feet. The supermodel would raise her arms up once more, inviting her boyfriend to a grapple battle once more. However, this time she had another idea in mind. Instead of going head on, if Bryan choose to go for round two of the grapple she would instead look to dip under his arm and get behind him to wrap her arms around his waist for a firm waistlock while having her breasts press up against his muscular back.

[killcarrion]

Bryan considered himself an expert at tip-toeing around relationship landmines that could easily land the suave male model in the metaphorical doghouse faster than he could say Kibbles And Bits. An impressive feat that he knew better than to brag about lest he incurs the wrath of his current sweetheart who'd absolutely not be particularly pleased hearing about how many lady friends he's had in the past, but they were helping him here in the sensitive scenario of grappling in an honest bout with his beloved Baby-Blue. Although while he's avoided inciting some tension by refraining from overpowering her, it was at the sacrifice of losing major headway in the match itself since twice Ami has gotten the upper-hand with some demeaning aftereffects. Namely being snatched in between her fulsome thighs that were tightened enough to keep his facials masked against her muff, alongside coddling taunting tacked on for good measure. Muted muffles not being much of an answer but it was the best he could do before being upchucked backward into a spinning hurricanrana. Taking in the skylights above wouldn't be a luxury he could enjoy for long once splayed out on his as Ami literally pounced upon the opportunity.

Bryan huffing out from being mounted by the schoolgirl pin and once again tucked inside of his girlfriends svelte legs, but unlike last time he'd maneuver his own bid for freedom in a pinning reversal. Surprising his bluenette with a pin that didn't win him the match, but offered a pleasing view of her wiggling backside before she unsurprisingly undid the predicament. Bryan arising right along with Ami in a brief respite after their grappling exchange, starting to feel all those old wrestling instincts beginning to come back to him now. "Hope so, cause you know when it's jus you and me I can go all night long~..." Bryan remarked with a smirk while creaking his neck to the sides as he stepped into a grapple that wound up being a feint that allowed Ami to dash behind him into a strong waistlock. Distracting though her softness was against his back, Bryan concentrated on slowly shoving the waistlock down until he could maneuver one arm behind and around Ami's head. The model athlete cranking on an assertive headlock that mushed her face between his chiseled pecs and bicep, both of which she'd be getting further familiar with if he was able to complete his side headlock takedown with him laying atop her.

[Teenwrestler]

Not wanting to fall for the same trick twice and realizing the fact that even when Bryan was holding back against her in a collar and elbow-tie u, she was still struggling to outright push him back, this time the supermodel decided to go for a clever tactic and get behind her man to wrap her arms around his firm waist for a tight waistlock. She would lick her lips behind him, pressing herself up against his back rather closely causing her crotch to grind against his backside. She would lean in towards his neck, giving it a little nibble for a love bite.

"Mngh, you taste a bit salty" she giggled, still squeezing and shuffling around while he tried to move around to find a way out of the submission. Eventually though, Bryan would manage to bring his arms back towards her head and catch her in a side headlock and force her to release the waistlock. Ami would end up hunched up, her face pressed against the side of Bryan's chest while he squeezed her. "Nghhh" she grunted in pain before being flipped down on her back via a headlock takedown with Bryan laying atop her.

"Owwww...all night huh?" she smiled, bucking her hips up to elevate herself before using her flexible legs to bring them over towards his head, catching him in a headscissors. If she managed to pull it off, she would use her legs to roll him off her body while having him down on his back while still being trapped in the headscissors. "Wait- were you talking in the bedroom or the ring? *giggle*" she teased.

[killcarrion]

Subtleties were continuing to become an afterthought apparently once Bryan noticed his lady friend taking some grinding liberties with her position, not to mention her suckling nibbles taken against the back of his neck. Seems to Bryan that Ami was missing her boyfriend's presence for more than just his witty repartee and surprisingly adequate cooking skills. Unfortunately a bustling gymnasium prevented B-RY from capitalizing on his own more primal urges as well in fear of them both being banned from the LAW training facilities for the foreseeable future, so for now the male model was just going to remember all of Ami's sensual foreplay for later and make it a part of their late-night bedroom romps. Bryan nevertheless seamlessly taking her girlfriend down with a side-headlock takedown that gave her all the B-RY her flustered facials could handle.

"...Psh...Right now it's looking like both between us. As if you don't already know that when you ride with B-RY, that means a night spent on your back with quivering legs in the morning. Sometimes with a breakfast special as well." Bryan smirked as he settled into the grounded headlock before he'd find some familiar legs snapped around his own cranium. B-RY compelled to release the headlock with a stifled groan and lay out on his back, taking in the lovely sight of his girlfriend's rosy posterior inches from his face for several irksome seconds. Bryan hoping a swatting thwack of her backside would distract Ami enough to wriggle his head free, and if so he'd situate himself on his knees while shuffling her to be seated on his thighs. A snug and grinding bearhug applied with his own whispered words against her suckled neck. "Salty, yeah. But tasting you is always sugary sweet~..."

[Teenwrestler]

Just because the "it" couple were engaging in a competitive spar, doesn't mean they could not show some affection to each other in their own way. The match, despite Ami wanting it to be serious, had its fair share of playful element and Ami would be the one spear heading that with her quite obvious suggestive grinding against her boyfriend's back while leaning forward to nibble his ear while having him in a waistlock. The move was eventually countered by Bryan who caught her in a headlock before taking her down to the ground on her back in a headlock takedown and grounded headlock follow up.

Ever the crafty wrestler herself, the bluenette would use her flexible legs to curl her legs back and catch her lover's head in between her thighs before yanking her off her chest to bring him down in front of her, trapping her in a tight headscissors. Bryan would quickly bring his hands to spank her ass, prompting a girlish squeak to escape from her lips which slightly loosened up her legs from around his head which made him wiggle free and shift up onto his knees and snuggle on top of her, wrapping his arms around her body for a grounded bearhug while breathing against her neck.

Ami would wiggle her legs free, wrapping them around his waist while he was on top of her and attempted to wrap her arms around his neck as she tried to force his face in between her chest for a breast smother on top of the body scissors. "Awww I love hearing you talk with your sweet words but it might be a bit more difficult for you to keep those compliments now" she said, giggling.

[killcarrion]

Taking into consideration that at this point in his career Bryan is practically a grappling veteran himself whose taken more than his fair share of suplexes and superkicks, it stands to reason that even he would start getting competitive when it came to squaring off with his Baby Blue. Of course working off his wrestling rust was always meant to be the initial reasoning between this date/spar, but all the sensual teasing between the model duo has gotten Bryan's fire ignited in more ways than one. Plus anyone whose been in a solid relationship knows that there's a constant game of tug of war to establish conversational dominance and Bryan knew that losing here against his lovely lady friend would equate to weeks of coy teasing here and there around the apartment about who eventually came out on top between them.

A position that Bryan was distinctly proud to have literally established as he bared down on his main squeeze in a grounded bearhug he thought would curtail all of her flexible squirming and counter maneuvers. Yet for as advantageous as his situation, Ami's resilience as a former championship title holder allowed her to flip the script on the male model once again by snatching her legs around his waist and bringing her arms around the back of his head. Inviting Bryan into her pillowed softness before he even knew what was going on. "MMPH..." Being huffed into her cleavage as Ami proved herself right with stifling his affectionate rebuttal into her swelled breasts, Bryan's heaving musculature going somewhat slack into her sweat twinged smother until he started snuggling in deeper with affectionate/worshiping peck for good measure.

[Teenwrestler]

In any other situation, Ami would love to have her man's arms wrapped around her body like that but in this case she was willing to make an exception. Bryan would squeeze her slender waist in a tight grounded bearhug but the supermodel was not going to let anyone- including her man, manhandle her like that. Of course, she would have to pay him back for that and what better way to do so than to stuff his face into her cleavage. Her legs wrapped around his waist first though, with the two engaging in some up close and personal squeeze-off while their sweat slicked frames grinded.

Eventually though, she wrapped her arms around his head to shove his handsome mug in between her breasts. She mumbled against her girls, making her giggle when she felt his voice vibrate against her chest. However, her face turned ruby red when she felt him start pecking at her chest. She squealed before quickly bucking her hip up into his, rolling the two over so that she ended up on top of him.

Grabbing his wrists, she would pin them over his head while grapevining his legs with her own, spreading them wide to put pressure on his groin while their crotches were rubbing against each other. "Oh nononono you bad boy" she said, still pinning his wrists above his head before once more dropping her bust on top of his face for a grapevine and breast smother.

[killcarrion]

In all likelihood, Bryan could have perhaps devoted more strength into thwarting his predicament considering that it was prime for stifling a submission out of an opponent when the only air they could breathe was their own exhalations. But on the flip side, this was just a friendly spar between an equally ravishing couple with no bearing on any win/loss ratios. Plus, most importantly, what red-blooded male would even think to resist their girlfriend dunking their face betwixt her perfect jubblies? A situation B-RY was actually all too accustomed to since he instinctually started smooching against her sweat lathered softness engulfing his facials. Knowing full well that's what get Ami's motor running in the bedroom along with several other acts he knows better than to share in the middle of a wrestling ring.

Proven moreso once Bryan started feeling that hipful grind of her crotch against his rock hard midsection before she opted to swivel them around so she was the one mounting him now. Whispering sweet nothings while attempting to stretch him out in the grapevine." Oh come on, it's cause I'm a bad boy that you ended up falling for this gorgeous face, remember~..." Bryan pining onward for Ami with a stolen kiss he hoped would distract his girlfriend from noticing him undo the controlling grasp on his wrists above his head. The model athlete aiming to embrace Ami once again and shuffle them up to a seated position, tasting her lips all throughout until parting them with a smirk. "I'd say I'm all warmed up now, whaddya say we make this shindig a legit match and see who comes out on top Baby Blue?~..."

[Teenwrestler]

The supermodel would bite her lower lip and close her eyes, breathing heavily a bit when she began to grind her crotch up and down against Bryan's in a moment that was much more heated than she anticipated and that was not because of the sweat on their frames thanks to the wrestling. She let out a soft moan before dropping her breasts on top of his face and spreading his legs wide in that grapevine. The male model seemed to be not resisting much either as he rather chose to enjoy the moment rather than fight his way out- one that perhaps many men would choose to do if they were in Bryan's position. "Mmmm" she moaned, pressing her slender and toned figure up against her man's while she felt his manhood through his wrestling tights.

She giggled when she mentioned that his bad-boy attitude was the reason why she fell for him in the first place- a fact that was undoubtedly true. The male model continued to kiss her, making her giggle as she was finally distracted enough for him to shuffle them up to a seated position. The two would embrace in a kiss. Ami would wrap her legs around his waist while sitting on his lap, not squeezing him though as they simply ended up smooching while in that seated position before Bryan finally parted lips.

He mentioned that perhaps it was now time to actually transition into a full match. Ami would raise an eyebrow and pout "What makes you think this wasn't a legit match from the get-go huh?" she said in her cutesy voice before squeezing her legs around his body in the body scissors while previously she simply had them wrapped around her man. Ami would then loop her arm over his head and wrap it tightly, tucking his head under her armpit for a guillotine choke.

"Is this legit enough for you, hun?" she said while giggling.

[killcarrion]

It was no secret that Ami missed Bryan for more than just his social conversation or help around their upscale loft. As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. And anyone with working eyes can see the model pairing were more than just fond of eachother, but goddamn chomping at the bit to make up for lost time. Bryan not minding in the slightest if he continued basking in his babe's grinding friction, as a matter of fact it was how the majority of their bedroom romps panned out, but what came next wasn't exactly for public consumption. No slovenly uggos gets to witness what comes next or spy his Baby Blue when she's at her most ravishing like this. At least not outside a pre-approved match anyway, hence why Bryan parted their lips in spite of their hummed synchrony.

Although the way Ami wrapped her lithe legs around his waist and straddled her man's crotch made it clear just what she was down. All the smiles and giggles made this smooch all the sweeter in the sweltering warmth between them until this kiss was parted...and the model athlete was snagged into a clenched guillotine choke. "Hugh...yeah, that's legit alright. Just wanted to check with you first...as a gentleman...before I start getting serious, babe~..." Bryan huffed out against the humid softness of her under arm, languishing for several seconds in her entrapment before soldiering up to his knees after twisting around, and staggering up to his feet. Peeking through one eye allowed him to pinpoint the nearest turnbuckle and stampede straight towards it with a shoulder charged to Ami's abdomen.