Introduction to a little Pink Succubus
In the dressing room, putting the finishing touches on her pigtails.ViVi had a long-term plan. She had already gotten Gael to accept it at the pub; now, it was a matter of LAW management being reasonable too and giving her a free pass to carry it out. They shouldn't have to put a but on her from here, because they set their conditions and she's going to meet them... as far as is reasonable. Anyway, many female wrestlers have had their own series, why not her, is it because she's new, is it because she's not as muscular as Kyoko Akan, or is it because LAW likes small women to be cannon fodder?
No one has ever answered her those questions with a Yes, but there's always some jealous one trying to stop her from getting her what she deserves.
She would trace her lips with that translucent moisturizing lipstick, moisturize them, and test them by blowing a kiss to her reflection to see how it looked. She still had her devilish touch. Then she would feel the straps of her sports bra, they were all as tight as she liked them-they and remained elastic enough to neither hinder her nor hinder her in any movement, nor to sink into her skin, allowing the view from all angles of her worked body to always exhibit its crispness and Brit Royal beauty. Next, she would hold her breasts between her hands to squeeze them, making sure they felt as soft and pliable as she liked them to feel; then she would rise and sit quickly on her comfortable throne to watch them bounce. She pranced around using only her legs and the pomposity of her throne against her ass, percussing, surely, as she would on top of someone should she have to suppress her opponent. When she stopped, her breasts rested as well. Firm and hypnotic as a maiden's breasts should be, and that was what ViVi was after.
She winked at her reflection, pleased with what it shows her.
For the last time, and just in case, she raked her pigtails, they were still so silky. This little queen would bounce back from her seat, pose in profile, and with one leg bent to appreciate herself. Her platform boots, her skirt and the rest of her attire, such as her long fishnet stockings and nylon sleeves, highlighted her pink skin tone, and in all fullness, her reflection shod her divine mental image of herself.
Finding satisfaction, she would cross her arms and rest her fingers under her jaw, tilting her head to shade her eyes under her fringe and assess the glint of her contact lenses, seductive with herself. Her irises reflected the light like those of a predator in the middle of the night. Another key point that deserves its hook of approval.
She look perfect to play her first card in this match. Now came the next step...
THE MATCH
Match Type: No-DQRules: Everything is allowed.
Win by pinfall, tap-out, verbal submission.
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The pinkette with pigtails would walk through the entrance as if this arena was her private catwalk, wiggling her hips to her own confident sound, presenting as if she was all one refreshing glow sweetened by that aphrodisiac perfume of hers. Her fingers would wander along the contours of her body, slightly lifting the hem of her skirt as she went, caressing her curvaceous waist and silky skin, and moving up even higher. Posing in profile with a bent knee and hands up, summoning the howl of the crowds.
The princess would disarm her pose and blow them all a kiss before moving on, wiggling as if to speak her mind- this bout will be hers. Once she reached the end of the ramp, she grabbed the nearest girl, the first one she made eye contact with, the one who instead of reaching a hand over the ringside barricade to beg her to take it, the same one who appreciates not being excited for her, and grabbed her by the collar of her blouse to pull half her body off the bleachers and put her face in front of hers, and engulfed her with a kiss on the lips. Detonating another howl of fury through the arena as the fortune was only petrified by shock, resisting thanks to panic, but a flick of those British lips made the lady's eyes narrow before delighting in another flick of the specialized muscle she has on the Succubus in her mouth, with which she folded her own tongue into great spirals. Making her eyes roll back in the back of her head, becoming nothing more than a mess of a woman now, and who was only resisting on her feet because ViVi wouldn't let go.
The woman babbled something incoherent as she shook in a spasm, followed by another tremor in her body, which unleashed another choked moan devoured by the lips of the Queen who held her. It couldn't get any worse, she continued to melt more and more with each spasm and tremor in her legs, her chest burning with longing, all her muscles going limp as tears welled up as if she was on the verge of boiling over! —But it was enough for almost a minute, and ViVi already took from her what she wanted— that wrestler's hand let go of her blouse, the fanatic melted to lying under the ringside barricade, panting and dazed.
Perfect, there goes one, the proof of what ViVi does when they play the big shots with her.
She continued on her way to the center of the arena as the crowd helped the girl back to her feet. ViVi would climb into the ring via the ring steps. She would walk along the ring apron to the middle, and then, as if her seductive glowing skin wasn't enough, she would extend a straight leg and cross it to the other side of the rope to mount it and wiggle her hips in big circles, displaying her booty to the cameras to refreshing image of it with a twerk worthy of a doe.
Once the world fell, mesmerized by the curves of her peach, ViVi crossed the rest of herself to the inside of the ring delicately and languidly and walked to her corner to use the inside turnbuckle as a step, plant a knee on the middle turnbuckle, and bend her abdomen over the top turnbuckle. She would make a ramp with her hands under her mouth to shoot one last kiss to the world. Everyone wanted to catch her now.
With that, Gart's third pub queen finished her insertion, anxious to see her opponent, anxious to see what kind of canvas they would throw at her.
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