Power vs Technique - Hathor vs Bella

[Kookio]

As Bella tried to pull off the powerbomb, her balance would be displaced by her opponent and she would merely fall back as a loud Thud was heard from their bodies crashing down upon the mat, Bella's eyes wincing in a bit of pain.

The worst part was that her mouth was pried open, and now she could taste her opponent's wetness while shd continued to use her facr as her personal grinder.

"Mmmph!!'

She cried out, her hands hitting her opponent's thighs in desperation, Ivan getting a good look at her body from this angle as she was trying to find a way to get out of the mess she found herself in.

[MR. Q]

Moaning softly into the grappling tangle of limbs, Hathor continued to ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through her soaked core as Bella struggled futilely beneath her. The scent of her own arousal mingled with the musk of Bella's skin, a heady mix that only fueled her lust further.

"Poor baby," Hathor cooed mockingly, her husky voice echoing. "So helpless, stuck between my thighs... Does it turn you on, having me use your face like this? You're loving every second of it, aren't you?"

With that taunting declaration, Hathor clamped her inner thighs tighter, trapping Bella's head in place as she ground her dripping heat relentlessly against the younger wrestler's protesting features before flipping their bodies. With the new position, the woman began to hump on Bella's face, fucking her face and slamming her head to the canvas at the same time.

[Kookio]

The match had just started and Bella had already found her within one of the worst positions to be in during the match, stuck between her opponent's thighs and feeling her opponent's crotch repeatedly grind against her lips and nose, her humiliated cries of protest muffled by Hathor's hold on her.

Meanwhile Ivan would have a good look at her crotch, her bikini bottoms fitting tightly to her body and thinning up, becoming worse when she was flipped over.

"Mmmph!"

She cried, her eyes staring at her opponent while she was repeatedly slammed against the ring floor. Hathor was smart because as strong as Bella may be, being repeatedly slammed against the ground, disorienting her and keeping her from being able to throw her opponent off of her.

[MR. Q]

As Bella lay pinned beneath her, Hathor reveled in the helpless expression on the novice's face, her cries of protest muffled by the relentless grinding of her crotch against the younger wrestler's features. The older sex fighter's grip on Bella's head tightened, ensuring she remained trapped and immobile.

"Hmmm, what a deliciously obedient little pet you are," Hathor purred, her voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction. "So willing to serve, to please... I think you'll make an excellent addition to my stable."

With a final, punishing thrust, Hathor buried her face into Bella's crotch, her tongue delving deep to lap at the slick folds hidden beneath the skimpy bikini bottoms. She worked the fabric aside with her teeth, exposing Bella's tender flesh to her ravenous ministrations.

"Mmm, you taste divine," Hathor moaned, her mouth devouring Bella's sex with abandon. "I could feast on you all night..." She said as she devoured her in a 69 position.

[Kookio]

Hathor was moving things along way too fast for Bella to even mentally catch up. From being repeatedly slammed into the ground to now pinned underneath her opponent, laying sprawled while hathor moved her cow-themed panties to the side, revealing her slick womanhood. The woman could immediately tell that the area hadn't been touched much as Bella's sensitivity immediately shown when her hips buckled upwards upon being licked, the strength of the pinkette even while dazed wasn't to be underestimated.

"Mmmph!"

Bella cried out like she was before. But though muffled, they sounded filled with more pleasureful sounds than before, her out mouth pressed against her opponent's crotch and still acting like Hathor's living vibrator by moaning into the fabric.

Though Hathor would get some time to play around with Bella's sex, she wouldn't get to play with it forever because when Bella was no longer disorientated, she would bring her hands back and start giving powerful spanks to Hathor's backside with all her might, hoping the pain would be enough to get the girl off of her.

[MR. Q]

As Bella's initial shock began to wear off, the novice's struggles intensified, her slender frame tensing with renewed vigor as she sought to break free from Hathor's dominant hold. The sex fighter, however, remained unfazed, her focus solely on devouring Bella's succulent pussy with reckless abandon.

"Hmmm, what's this? Trying to fight back, kitten?" Hathor taunted between licks and sucks, her tone dripping with amusement. "But you know pain only adds to the pleasure, don't you?"

Just as Bella's powerful spanks connected with Hathor's rounded derrière, the veteran sex fighter let out a low, pleasured groan, her clit throbbing with excitement. Rather than deterring her, the stinging impact only seemed to heighten her arousal, prompting Hathor to increase her efforts, determined to wring every last drop of ecstasy from Bella's quivering form.

"Oh yes, do it."

Embracing each crack of the slapping blows across her curvaceous buttocks, Hathor eagerly encouraged Bella's increasingly aggressive assault. "Harder, little one!" the older sex fighter coaxed breathlessly between kisses and licks. "Mark my ass, show me how you feel!"

With her toned thighs gripping Bella's face firmly in place, Hathor maintained the lewd 69 position, drinking in every moan and gasp the novice uttered. She lavished the tender folds of Bella's pussy with unbridled passion, reveling in the responsive twitch and spasm of her own swollen sex in kind.

[Kookio]

Bella's whimpers grew in volume as her attempts to free herself ended in vain and her pleasure grew, her body struggling and her nether regions clamping down upon her opponent's tongue while it started ravaging her insides. Bella wasn't used to this feeling at all yet and it was showing as she grit her teeth and pursed her lips, muffling her own lust seeping out of her uncontrollably.

She eventually gave up on the smacks and would attempt to reach her hands up to the woman's stomach and push on it, hoping to at least push her opponent away from her nethers, knowing that it wouldn't be long before her opponent drove her crazy with lust to the point where she might stop resisting until she came if she did nothing.

If she was successful in lifting her opponent off the floor, she would attempt to throw hathor and send the girl tumbling nearly off the ring with a powerful throw.

[MR. Q]

With Bella's efforts escalating in both desperation and desire, Hathor found herself lost in the whirlwind of sensual stimulation, her tongue probing deeper into the novice's clutching sex. She could taste Bella's arousal growing thicker with each passing moment, coating her tongue with the tangy essence of her pleasure.

Feeling the forceful shove against her belly, Hathor met the push with equal determination, using her own grip, maintaining the intimate connection even as Bella tried to dislodge her. The sex fighter's grip on Bella's head tightened, anchoring the novice firmly in place as she redoubled her efforts, suckling and nibbling at Bella's engorged clit.

"Ah ah, not so easy, love..." Hathor murmured around the sensitive bundle of nerves, her breath hot against Bella's swollen flesh. "You can't resist forever. Your body knows what it craves."

[Kookio]

Bella was so close to pulling Hathor off of her, if she put a little bit more effort into pushing she could lift the woman off of her! But just as she was about to rip Hathor off of her, the woman managed to find her sweet spot which cause the cow themed wrestler to drop Hathor all the way back down onto her body while her moans grew louder, now gripping onto the sexfighter while her hips started to spasm in lust, her submissive nature completely taking over completely.

"Ahn! Ah! Ahn! Mmh! N-No! I can't... N-not already! P-please! I- AAAAAHN!"

She screamed out, having no developed skills in edging herself as her lust squirted all over the ring floor, her hips buckling upwards and hitting Hathor in the head, freezing up before collapsing back in a panting mess.

[MR. Q]

Feeling the telltale tremors in Bella's clenching pussy, Hathor knew her victory was at hand. As Bella's body went rigid beneath hers, the seasoned sex fighter quickened her pace, driven by the urgent need to coax the novice to completion.

"Yes, yes, that's it, cum for me!" Hathor growled against Bella's sex, her fingers digging into the woman's hips as she rode out the spasms. "Look how easily you submit, little slut. So desperate for release..."

As Bella's climax washed over her, drenching Hathor's chin and cheeks, she seized the opening to plunge two fingers knuckle-deep inside the twitching channel, pumping them mercilessly to prolong her opponent's orgasmic aftershocks.

The first fall goes to Hathor.

Rising from her fallen opponent, Hathor sauntered over to Ivan with a sly smile. She knelt before him, her experienced eyes locked on the prominent bulge straining against his trunks.

"It looks like time for the penalty," she purred, leaning in to unhurriedly undo Ivan's belt. "Now, why don't you return the favor and show that little bitch a real man knows how to dominate?"

Without awaiting a response, Hathor guided Ivan's hardened length into her eager mouth. She bobbed her head smoothly, her velvety soft lips engulfing him inch by inch as her tongue swirled around his shaft, coating it with her saliva. All the while, she gazed up at Ivan with sultry, demanding eyes, silently commanding him to continue her erotic onslaught on Bella.