Two of a Kind

[Flamintree]

"Then you'll do just fine."

The straps holding Shelby's sports bra together came apart with a simple pull. The release of the pressure on her chest was evident as the straps tumbled down her shoulders.

Although, Shelby was not nearly as voluptuous as some of the more ridiculous fighters at LAW, Desdemona would find that the sports bra had been lowballing what the Little Dollie did have. The Little Dollie's breasts were a perky, round shape that seemed to almost jump out of their prison as the garment that had held them back tumbled onto the floor.

But of course, Shelby was not only one baring her skin. Her own fingers worked with light dexterity and an efficiency that spoke of great experience as she unclasped Dizzy's bra and simply allowed it to fall off of her. As her partner sunk onto her knees, she used the shift in position to Dizzy's jacket and shirt off of her in one movement.

She tossed her lover's top aside as she felt her own leggings leaving her in nothing but her panties. Her grin turned lewd at the opportunity she'd been presented. She stepped forward, pressing her chest into Dizzy's back as one of her hands slid under her partner's arm and took a nice handful of breast. Her other hand hooked around the hem of Dizzy's skirt, but didn't yet pull as she brought her lips to the other girl's ear.

"You know, I think I do."

She laughed breathily as she began to push down the other woman's skirt.

[BlackAkuma]

”Oh, ciao, ciao.” Dizzy lit up as she opened the gates and Shelby’s breasts popped out, no longer bound by their tortured confines. Poor things, all stuff up in there, begging to come out. While the American was far from the most voluptuous woman she’d ever hooked up with, her set were nothing to be sneezed at. It wouldn’t have mattered much to Dizzy either way, but it was nice to be surprised. ”Holding out on me.” She clicked her tongue a couple of times as she turned around, feigning indignation.

Even if she had been angry - which couldn't have been further from the truth - that would’ve dissipated when Shelby’s hand went to work on her chest. While her own pair weren’t as perky and prodigious as her lover’s, she worked well with what she had, and Dizzy sighed as a curious touch graced her skin. It was always lovely to be with someone who didn’t hesitate to explore and take what they wanted—made things so much easier.

She bit her lip, stifling a whimper as Shelby’s touch hit the most sensitive spot on her ear, the one that always drove her crazy. As the American worked below, Dizzy brought her hand up and stroked the woman’s hair. She tilted her head to the side, giving her more access, and gently nudged her downward, and her hips pushed back against Shelby’s for a slow grind.

Yeah. Yeah, she liked this. They fit.

Off came the skirt, tumbling down her legs. She’d picked one that didn't need much fumbling to get off, and she kicked it away, not even paying attention to where it went. It’d be fun to search for, later.

[Flamintree]

To be honest, Shelby was glad that her partner wasn't a boob monster. It was one thing handling those things in the ring, but those things always seemed more intimidating out of the arena. Sure, she liked her partners to have something there for her to play with, but the sizes she'd seen at work... well, they made it difficult to belief that the League didn't have some top tier plastic surgeons on their payroll. Fondling those always made her feel lost. She never knew where to put her hands because there was just more than she could possibly grab.

Dizzy didn't present that problem. The other woman's left breast fit comfortably in her palm, allowing her to give it a gentle squeeze. Three fingers and a palm kept the boob in place while her pointer and middle fingers ventured upwards to toy with her lover's quivering nipple. With tender care, she took her prize between her fingers and gave it a light pinch. Not enough to hurt even a little, but just enough that her partner would definitely be able to feel it.

"I'm real sorry." She murmured lowly, directly into the other girl's ear. "Let me make it up to you."

Her other hand, the one that wasn't holding the Italian girl by the boob moved downwards. It would be an almost airy feeling, those slender digits pressing against her stomach and sliding closer and closer to their destination by the second. They reached the hem of the tan girl's panties then- slid over it. Oh no, the real deal could come in a moment, but right now she was matching the mood. Instead of getting directly to the point, she began to rub Dizzy's groin, kneading the cloth over her womanhood in a very clear tease.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy mewled, pleasantly shivering at Shelby’s touch. She’d been with her share of sloppy lovers before, women who treated her body like it was a buffet where they were spoiled for choice, so it was refreshing to be with someone who knew what they wanted and how to handle it when they got it. And then came the pinch…

Just enough to make her tense up. It didn’t hurt. But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

”Sorry?” She had a chuckle, but she did her best to make it sultry and keep up the mood. ”For what? Not squeezing hard enough?” She looked over her shoulder, just enough for Shelby to see the fiery glint in her eyes. She didn’t join a sex wrestling league because she was averse to pain mixed with her pleasure, after all.

For now, though, Shelby gave her more than enough of the latter. Shelby’s hand was working its way downward, and her hips rose to meet, thrusting forward to make every touch more electric, intensifying the pleasure. The hand that wasn’t caressing Shelby’s lovely locks worked its way around and found a fit, firm ass to fondle, and promptly announced her intention with a tight squeeze.

”I’m curious,” She closed her eyes and breathed deep. ”Was this the plan when you first saw me?”

[Flamintree]

Ooh, spicy. Well, who was she to turn down such a tempting request?

"Exactly."

Her grin only grew as she gave the nipple a harder squeeze, this time enough to sting. However, it was not only pain that would erupt in her movement. She'd twisted it in such a way that sent a starburst of pleasure rippling from her partner's breast. It was a move that she'd failed countless times in her early days, but time and experience had tempered it into a wonderful weapon.

Shelby made good use of every part of Dizzy. While her fingers pressed down against the Italian's panties and pushed the cloth into her dampening snatch, her lips closed around the other girl's ear. She gave it a quick nibble, then dug her teeth in for a light bite. Like with her squeezing, she put in just enough force to elicit just a little bit of pain. It was almost frustrating when she pulled away to answer the question.

"I already knew you looked good," She murmured breathily, "But no. I'm just adaptable."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy gasped as Shelby twisted her nipple correctly this time, giving her a little pain to go along with the pleasure. A deft touch. This woman knew exactly where to focus for the maximum results, and she could tell she wasn’t the first to benefit from that experience. Her lover had played this game often, knew the rules, mastered the controls. The two of them were going to trade stories - later. Much later.

That hand at her pussy, those fingers pressing into her, her breast firmly in Shelby’s grasp, the nibbling at her ear - all good, all of it, and Dizzy could’ve indulged in this all night long, and maybe a little of the morning. But she was never the type to sit back and let a lover do all the work, even when they were good, damned good, at it. Passivity was never her thing.

”’Adaptable’, she says.” Dizzy thrusted forward, enjoying one more push against Shelby’s teasing fingers, before she turned around and took Shelby head-on, reaching around the woman’s waist and pulling them together from the front now. She wanted their waists together and grinding, their chests sliding against each other, and their lips…

”Va bene. Show me, then.” She closed her eyes and moved in for a kiss - a peck at first, then a little longer, then longer still, getting a better taste each time, all while she subtly pushed towards the bed.

[Flamintree]

"Gladly."

Their lips came together; first, for a teasing nip, then one that stretched just a second further. Shelby returned the kiss each time and allowed herself to be pushed back to the bed. Her hands slid down to grab hold of the other woman's ass as she retreated. She stopped short as she felt the back of her knees pushing against the mattress.

She'd taken the initiative first. It was only fair she extended that same opportunity her bedmate.

Their breasts mashed together as they leaned in towards each other again and again. Her nipple raked an invisible trail over Dizzy's sensitive breast as the other teen's own tit tickled Shelby's own boob. Her thigh rubbed against the Italian girl's clothed groin as they moved, keeping up the pressure that she'd already started putting on it earlier.

Then, a glint of mischief began to dance in her eye. She waited for Dizzy to come in with for another kiss, counting down the seconds. When she calculated her partner would pull away, she leaned forward to keep their lips sealed for a few seconds more before breaking the contact once more. She giggled as she pulled away from that one.

"Tasty."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy stifled a giggle as Shelby’s hands found their way to her ass - in her opinion, the best part of her body, with her legs coming in as a close second. She didn't have size, but it was tight and cute and had the right amount of jiggle, enough to make it pleasantly squeezable for herself and the one doing it.

She came in for another kiss, only for Shelby to meet her halfway and take the initiative, jolting her with the surprise. It ended quickly, but when it did, she was still smiling. Playful. The playful ones were the best.

Dizzy snorted, rolled her eyes, and shoved Shelby down the rest of the way, taking her place on top and straddling her waist. She sat up and looked her paramour over, enjoying the sight, while her fingernails slid over her stomach—light scratches, tickling the skin.

”So.” Dizzy hips swung about, grinding down on Shelby’s lap with seductive circles. A gentle dance as she worked them both up. ”When you said you had a game to play, did you just mean sex? Because I’m fine with that, but if you want to make things competitive…”

She let that sentence finish itself. They were both wrestlers, after all.