Eirina Makishima vs. Angelina Tarrant - Erotic Showdown

[PrinceArjuna332]

The spinning back fist managed to hit Angelina's face, and she ended up falling to the mat. This gave Eirina a window of opportunity to catch her breath and regain a little bit of bearing. She knew it wouldn't be much, but it was better than nothing. Her entire body was protesting against her, her crotch ached from the intense fucking she received earlier, and she would love to just lie down and sleep her head off. But she had a match to win and a bitch to teach a lesson to.

Angelina's recovery was too quick for her liking, but at the very least she was able to reorient herself to formulate a plan. A risky plan, but a plan nonetheless. But Eirina wouldn't be the woman she was without taking massive risks, so she would bank on it as she would prepare herself for what was coming from her opponent. Eirina readied herself for Angelina's attack, hoping to catch her in the act. Grunting, Eirina quickly rose back up to her feet just as Angelina was about to hit the back of her head with her knee before turning around just to drive her own head into the incoming Angelina's belly, hitting her with a headbutt right at her abs, hoping to make use of her opponent's momentum against her.

[Monsy]

Being WHIPPED in the fuckin' face sure was a trip. A one-way ticket to having her face feel like it just received a big ZAP of electricity. A lot of hurt leftover, numb and with a headache to boot. She swore, ten seconds ago, she was a minute, maybe two maximum away from cinching her gold. Beating Eirina Makishima, in a sexfight above ALL things, was the type of shit you drooled about. And it felt so close, that even being knocked down, her confidence in the follow-up strike was at an all-time high.

Then it missed. Threaded the legs. "SHIT!"

And now. Her eyes went big.

Her toes curled up until they went went. Her belly caved in, smooth and pliable, sinking with a sweaty SCHMACK as the weight of a fuckin' bowling ball just dropped on her navel. Her mouth opened on reflex and splattered out spit that went her own chin. She squealed, which tapered off when all the air was juiced from her lungs. Her knees lifted up and her shoulders crunched towards her core. She grabbed the mat with two hands, clenched her teeth, with wet eyes and now a fat red bruise starting to form.

When the pain finally peaked, she suddenly released and let herself lie limp, dazed and moaning gently as her head turned softly side-to-side. She started to shake again, whether from old orgasms or the heat now needily growing in her groin post-headbutt.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Eirina's head hit Angelina right in her belly, and she had no doubt that the attack had dealt tremendous damage on the redhead. Eirina didn't have time to deal with the headache from using her own head to attack her opponent as she looked at the downed Angelina, hoping to make use of this opportunity to turn the table.

Grinding her own teeth and standing back up, Eirina briefly looked for the strap-on that Angelina had used on her earlier. She would need it soon, but for now, she needed to ensure that Angelina would be having no way of fighting back. So, she would stagger in front of the redhead, bending down to grab her by her ankle before she yanked both her legs up.

"Ughh... m-my turn now..." Eirina groaned as she would try to roll Angelina's lower body up, folding her body to ensure that the redhead would be forced to stare at her own crotch. Eirina herself was struggling to keep moving, panting in exhaustion. But she couldn't afford to stop, not yet. She needed to ensure that Angelina would suffer first.

[Monsy]

Guuuuuu…

Her belly was a special place.
She liked bearing it, but equally despised it being struck. There wasn’t much padding to stop the feeling of a fuckin’ skull. All these bitches with six packs, breaking hands with their abs. FUCK, if something so unappealing for her didn’t come with a few advantages… Then she wouldn’t be so clogged in the head, with her knees pulled up and her abs crunched, Angelina tucked her chin towards her collar.

Which… Was just perfect for Eirina to roll-up. The punkin’ pirate stacked onto her shoulder-blades, then higher, with her butt hanging in the air, her ravaged sex now exposed to hardcams and phone captures, glimmering with the wet sheen of past orgasms, illuminated beneath stadium light.

“H-Hold o-nnnnn--” She croaked, straining from being put into a small folded up parcel. Her hips now started to arc over her face. Her feet touched over her head, with her shins soon following. Now she could only look up between her own legs, with one hand on her burning red cheek and the other thrown over her head. With clenched teeth, big eyes and an overworked, needy body that shivered from a tender touch, she whispered without saying….

…Fuck…

[PrinceArjuna332]

Having folded Angelina's body up, forcing her ass to go up and her to look at her own crotch, there was only one thing Eirina had in her mind at the moment. Panting while trying to regain her bearing, Eirina positioned herself in front of Angelina, leaning in while bringing her face close to the redhead's crotch. With her still panting, her warm breaths would brush against Angelina's nether region.

"F-feel free to squeal... m-make it nice for b-both of us..."

After saying that, Eirina would go straight for the honey pot, latching her lips onto her pussy. She would start eating her out, making use of her lips and tongue to slurp on her opponent's snatch. As if possessed, Eirina would greedily slurp on Angelina's sex, as if it were producing divine and exquisite nectars.

[Monsy]

The tongue was warm, wet and sent a fluttering wave throughout her pelvis. A relaxing, explosive and warmth that made her throw her head back, moan and squeeze her eyes shut as another lick of spit worked her drenched sex. Her sweaty thighs flicked and twitched, but she was held down tight, even as she tried and tried, grunting, fighting—. “Mmmmmnnn—…” Then whimpered and twisted, then whined, “I-I can’t!- o-ohmygod—..” Before being raked in a shiver as her tummy knotted.

She couldn’t help but sweat and feel overwhelmed. After her third orgasm, being eaten just about made her eyes water as she moaned from a tired throat and flinched from a tired body. “A-aA--Aaagggghhh…” And it just kept licking away at her sanity. She started to squeeze her toes close, kicking them and yelping. Her eyes squeezed shut, rolled her bottom lip in, squealing, “N-NNOOO! F-F-FUCK!!” While grabbing her own hair, starting to break down in huffs, puffs and tears as the urge to cum was burning between her legs, but she just couldn’t let it go.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Hearing Angelina's cries of pleasure motivated Eirina even further, and she would keep at it, licking and lapping up the sweet nectar that was the redhead's love juices. Eirina maintained a firm grip on Angelina's legs, making sure that despite her kicking and struggling, she would keep her in that position as she continued eating her out to her heart's content.

All Eirina cared about was to drive Angelina to her next orgasm, and she was sure that it would drive her to the brink. This was to make the redhead pay for what she had done to her earlier, and of course, she had something else in her mind. After all, she did plan to use the sex toy that Angelina had used on her earlier. She was the one who brought it into the ring, so of course she would be using it.

[Monsy]

She couldn't feel her hamstrings. Her ankles, toes and thighs all locked and squeezed. She bit down on her lip and cried in her mouth, trying to hold it. Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes. "Iwon't--I--WON'T!" She yelled, hissing and trying to catch her breath from the euphoria of being ruthlessly licked. The memories of how she been got kept swimming. Her hand. Goddamn it... And--Ugh, A fucking knee got me.

"Iiiiiiiiii--" Her jaw became stuck. She couldn't feel her hamstrings. They started shaking involuntarily. Slowly at first, picking up when her belly felt a knot. She couldn't escape it. There wasn't a grain of will to resist. "--dammitdammit... f-fuck yoUUUUuuuuu!!..." Angelina screamed, red as a beet with eyes rolled back and squirting a short pathetic gush, kicking her shins about. When she was done, she could hardly reset her breath. She was folded more than she could even process. Her legs were floating numb. Her chest was pounding. Her aching gut unable to stop shaking.

She was sweaty to the point she shined under light. And lightheaded enough to hardly even register the mat under her. "Haff... Hahh... Ahhh... oooh--."[/color,] And if she could find the words, she'd ask for a nap. For all things golden and shiny.