[Sauna Match] Astrid Arvidsson vs Lucas Anderson - The war for love

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At first, it seemed that Lucas was at Astrid's mercy. But when the blonde lifted him onto her shoulders, the white-haired guy started sending punches at her head. This caused the descendant of the great Vikings to stagger, but then she growled furiously and managed to keep her balance. At that moment, nothing could stop her and she ruthlessly sent her opponent's body down.

The sound of wood cracking and Lucas's scream filled the sauna. Astrid's signature move sent splinters of wood flying in all directions. One of the benches of this sauna was irretrievably broken. If there were an audience here, they would probably be really excited. However, it was enough for the Golden Dragon that the white-haired guy in front of her was currently writhing in pain.

“Enjoy...” the Norwegian woman murmured.

Without letting go of the Danish guy's legs, she rose to her knees and then leaned forward. Lucas's legs ended up on her shoulders, while Astrid put her hands on her opponent's shoulders. Her pelvis was firmly pressed against his butt, and her ample breasts hung over his face.

If he had the strength to open his eyes, then he may enjoy this view before it was all over for him, because it was nothing more than a pretzel pin. The referee quickly made sure that Lucas' shoulder blades were firmly pressed against the wooden floor, so she lay down next to the fighters, and then slammed her hand on the floor for the first time.

“ONE!”

[Teenwrestler]

The Dane knew what was coming, as soon as he was pulled down and then raised up onto her shoulders there was only one way he was going and that was down onto the floor or the wooden bench. He tried his best to stop that outcome, tightening his legs around her neck and shoulders to stay upright while raining down punches onto her head. However, nothing could stop the wrath of the descendant of the great Vikings as she attempted to conquer the man who tried to ruin her personal life. Taking the strikes, she finally brought Lucas down and left him in between the debris of the now broken wooden bench!

Lucas was down and out, laid out sprawled as the blonde did not feel remorseful for her actions at all. His legs remained almost coiled around her neck and shoulder as she pushed up onto her knees and then leaned forward towards his face. Her breasts would hover over his face while she pressed her palms against his shoulders with her pelvis against his ass. The referee quickly noticed the pin and did his job to count.

"TWO....THR-" he almost counted when Lucas would thrust his hips upwards and jerk to the side, getting his shoulders up off the floor as he turned to the side and broke up the pin. "Hah...Hah...is that all you got? That was nothing...." he panted, almost laughing as he knew that the match was almost close to being over. However, he was not going to let this go just yet! He still had to make Astrid pay!

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When the referee's hand touched the wooden floor for the second time, Astrid tensed her entire body, increasing the pressure on her opponent. She had no reason to want this match to last longer than necessary, so she intended to end it here and now. However, when the referee's hand went to the floor for the third time, it turned out that Lucas had other thoughts on this matter.

Suddenly, the white-haired guy jerked violently to the side, causing the pin to be broken. The Golden Dragon didn't even have to look at the referee to figure it out because she hadn't heard the third clap. Well, fine. The Norwegian woman was about to get to her feet, but then she heard her opponent's voice.

“Nothing you say, huh?" Astrid asked, after which she grabbed the Danish guy by the hair. “Yeah, maybe, I just warmed up after all!”

The temperature meter above the glass door read eighty degrees Celsius, which meant that ten minutes had passed since the start of their match. There was a strong smell of sweat in the air now, but that didn't bother Astrid much. What was important was that when the temperature reached one hundred and twenty degrees, it would be almost impossible to stay here, let alone fight. Even though she and Lucas were in the same conditions, the blonde understood that she had to finish the match as soon as possible.

Pulling the Danish guy up by his hair to force him to his feet, Astrid intended to swing her right arm and send a simple but hard elbow strike into his face to make sure that Lucas would remain stunned and would not be able to resist her before the next big move.