Strength from Numbers: S+M vs. Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Suddenly, Arlise had a breather.

Few would call riding the neck of a bucking Amazon of a woman a breather, but the Belgian beauty would treat it as such. For all the effort and thought she had to put into distributing her weight to keep Morrigan pinned and flexing the right muscles in her hips and legs at the right time to defend against escape attempts, Arlise's back - and the rest of her - appreciated the break from her opponent's relentless onslaught. She had always utilized her weight well, too, and keeping Morrigan's increasingly angry face between her thighs came naturally.

In fact, she outright grinned down at her as Sabine teased her. Having control of her in this particular position could have entertained her for hours whether or not it served as a means to an end, and she opted to enhance that entertainment by chiming in with the other redhead. The distraction made her back feel much better.

"Do you have it?", she asked, seductiveness peppering the curiosity in her tone. "Your partner asks a good question." Unable to help herself, Arlise tucked her legs more tightly together so her thighs squeezed and nearly eclipsed Morrigan's face, leaving only her nose and lips on display. "I think I've got you."

[BlackAkuma]

This sucked.

Not so much having Arlise on her neck. As distressing as that was, it was a little hot. The Morrigan was a little bit of a switch, truth told, and she could enjoy the sensation of having a woman like this on top for a little while. The Belgian Beauty was damn fine - smooth thighs that begged to be nibbled, pert breasts that begged to be massaged, and lips that she would’ve loved to taste all day.

No, what she wasn’t looking forward to hearing Sabine lord this over her for the next few weeks. God, the woman loved to get in her digs whenever she could, and this would be a golden opportunity. She was on her back, pinned with nowhere to go, and the traditional methods were getting her nowhere. There was probably some fancy counter that Sabine wanted her to do, but damned if she could remember.

Although, that didn’t mean she was totally fucked, right? She could see a way out of this, and it was staring her right in the face. Literally. ”I think you fuckin’ don’t.”

Arlise’s most sensitive spot was tantalizingly close, and with no disqualifications to stop her, Morrigan decided she might as well take advantage of it. She reached around her foe’s legs, held them in place, then craned her neck forward to bring her lips up against the redhead’s pussy. She wasn’t in a good position to pull the fabric out of the way, but that didn’t stop her from running her tongue along the front it, pressing into it, running her tongue along it, teasing the sweetness underneath.