A chance of revenge: Cream vs Origa (Submission match)

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Cream gave one last squeeze of her strong legs before she released Origa. Hearing a small thud, Cream giggled at seeing it was the amazon flopping on her back against the canvas as without her legs, she naturally had nothing she could lean on. Cream sat up and sat on Origa’s stomach. She then proceeded to stretch her back for a few seconds. “Ugh! Man, this was a good workout!” Cream said as she was about to stretch her back but paused as she remembered she still had some of Origa’s cum laying on her fingers.

Looking at it, Cream glanced around till her eyes spotted Origa’s bra, lying helplessly on the ground. Reaching down, Cream would use it to wipe her hand. After a few seconds of using it to clean her hand, she dropped it on top of her “opponent” “Thanks for wearing such absorbent bra! I think it got most of your stuff off my fingers.” Cream said as she put her hand on her opponent's stomach and wiped off whatever else was on her hand.

“Though I’m at an impasse right now. What to do….What to do.” Cream said, humming as she thought about what else she could do to torture her opponent.

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To those watching all around. Cream couldn’t look more like a divine goddess. Sitting atop her vanquished foe like she were some kind of conquering queen. Both of their bodies shined with sweat that reflected off of the arena lights. Only seeming to make Creams dominance over the amazon look more radiant as she stretched her immaculate body while still sat on Origa’s twitching frame.

The Amazon in question however couldn’t look worse yet still beautiful at the same time. Her long black hair was splayed out in all directions. Her bare chest rose and fell with every breath, her pink nipples still standing at full attention. Her cheeks a rose colored hue and her eyes glassy and unfocused. Her mouth gaping open as she panted mists of air thanks to the perspiration around them. All the while her hips bucked and her sex pulsed from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Her mind wasn’t better off either. Like it was walking through molasses. Struggling to return to reality, barely even noticing her own corset flopping onto her chest after Cream used it as a makeshift rag to get the remnant cum off of the blondes fingers. The rest being wiped away on the amazons smooth belly.

For now. All Origa could do was try and recover. And hope that cream took her time thinking of new ideas.

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While Cream has been loving every second at completely dominating the amazoness, she felt kind of bored right now. Now that the amazon was only good at moaning and looking like a complete whore at this point, it has gotten bored. Cream just has to look down at her opponent and she could already see Origa was just gonna be a total jobber for the rest of the match.

“Aww, come on you fat chested, so-called wrestler. Let’s end this!” Cream said giggling as she wrapped her strong legs once again around Origa’s neck. While she would have enjoyed just sitting on Origa’s face and kept on teasing her till she submitted, Cream knew of another perfect way to end this. Using all her strength, Cream would try and flip Origa’s onto her stomach.

Releasing her legs from her headscissors, Cream would lock her legs around her opponent's armpits and fold them till they could barely cross each other and connect over Origa’s neck. Of course at this point most opponents would struggle. But after everything Cream had done to her, the bratty girl doubted that her opponent could wiggle her toes.

What’s to come