Idol's intro to wrestling: Freja(D) vs Sylar Robin (D)

[MR. Q]

Undeterred by Sylar's feeble protests, Freja unleashes a barrage of furious blows raining down upon his helpless form. Her tiny fists hammer repeatedly into his face and torso, each strike imbued with a desperate fury born of pain, exhaustion, and unyielding determination.

"F-Fuck you! You thought you could just do w-whatever you wanted to me!" Freja shrieks, her voice cracking with raw emotion as she continues to pummel Sylar mercilessly.

[MrBrightside]

"Get off of me!" Sylar shouts amidst the idol's assault. Each strike that lands hits harder than the last. He squirms underneath her trying to free himself and at one point bucks his hips up into hers.

[MR. Q]

A sharp intake of breath escapes Freja's clenched teeth as Sylar brutally thrusts upwards, the impact sending a jolt of pain shooting through her tender core. Even in her rage-fueled frenzy, Freja cannot ignore the uncomfortable sensation of Sylar's hardness grinding against her throbbing folds.

"Mmph! Hahh..." Freja's furious onslaught falters momentarily as she gasps, the intense friction making her clench involuntarily around empty air.

This filthy tactic won't work! She thinks defiantly, shaking her head to clear the confusing arousal sparked within her.

Refocusing on her target, Freja resumes her brutal assault, determined to overwhelm Sylar with sheer force of will alone. Her petite fists fly at his face, landing blow after blow in an unrelenting rhythm designed to batter him into submission.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar had been granted a brief reprieve from Freja’s onslaught of blows before she picked it back up. But it didn’t escape his notice that she had paused when he had bucked his hips up into hers. Her core was no doubt still feeling the effects of his fingering. This warranted further observation so Sylar began thrusting his hips upward, driving his hardness into her needy core. If only their clothes weren’t in the way…

[MR. Q]

A startled yelp tears from Freja's throat as Sylar persistently grinds his rigid length against her drenched, sensitive folds. Despite herself, she finds her hips responding in kind, instinctively rocking back to meet his increasingly forceful thrusts.

"N-no! Stop!" Freja gasps, her voice weakening even as her traitorous body betrays her. The friction against her overstimulated flesh sends tremors of conflicting desire shuddering through her quivering form.

But she refuses to submit! Determined to overcome this base instinct, Freja doubles her efforts, pounding her small fists against Sylar's face in a bid to distract herself from the growing ache in her core.

"Hahh...f-fuck you!" she snarls through gritted teeth, her breath coming in harsh gasps. "Y-you'll never h-have me!"

Even as she speaks the words, Freja's body moves to the rhythm Sylar sets, her hips undulating in time with his increasingly urgent strokes. The friction is maddening, a delicious torment that threatens to consume her resolve entirely...

[MrBrightside]

"Your mouth says one thing but your body says another!" Sylar taunts. He sees the effect his thrusts are having so he increases the pace. The hits keep on coming but Freja's resolve is clearly faltering. He just needs to push a little more and she'll be putty in his hands again.

[MR. Q]

"N-no! It's l-lies!" Freja screams in denial, her voice rising to a crescendo as Sylar's relentless thrusting ignites a raging inferno within her core. Despite her fervent protests, her slender frame begins to betray her, melting under the intensity of his intimate assault.

As her hips buck erratically in time with Sylar's increasingly brutal strokes, Freja's fists falter, the blows becoming sloppy and uneven. The sensation of Sylar's rigid length prodding mercilessly at her clenching entrance is overwhelming, each push threatening to shatter the fragile walls of her resistance.

In a burst of frenzied defiance, Freja grabs hold of Sylar's throbbing member, pulling it out of his hands, her small hands closing around the engorged shaft. Clutching it tightly, she twists and pulls with all her might, desperate to inflict pain and end his tormenting ministrations.

"No more!" Freja snarls through gritted teeth, her eyes blazing with a manic light as she savagely wrings Sylar's cock, trying to mangle it within her grip.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar smirks as Freja starts to become undone by his thrusts. Her hips move in sync with his and while she doesn't stop throwing punches, they become weaker and less frequent. But then Freja does something unexpected and pulls his dick out of his pants! Sylar's eyes widen when she grips his hardened member tight. She has a crazed look in her eyes and it's not clear what she has planned now that he's pushed her this far.

[MR. Q]

"What do you think I'm going to do with this?" Freja taunts, her grip on Sylar's throbbing member tightening sadistically. "Mmmm, looks like it's going to make a perfect little squisher!"

Without waiting for a response, Freja brings her other hand to join the first, wrapping both around Sylar's engorged shaft. She begins absently stroking him from base to tip in a slow, rhythmic motion, savoring the velvety texture as her palms glide over the slick, heated surface.

Her manic eyes lock onto Sylar's as she increases the pressure, squeezing his cock mercilessly between her small hands. The digits flex and twist, kneading the sensitive flesh in a cruel parody of stimulation designed to inflict maximum discomfort rather than pleasure.

Blushing profusely, Freja's cheeks burn a fierce crimson as her gaze remains locked onto Sylar's, her hands continuing their merciless grip on his throbbing member. The intense color flooding her delicate features underscores the surreal nature of the scene - a petite idol willingly fondling a male opponent's erection.

It's not her first dick but it's still embarrassing for an idol like her.

[MrBrightside]

Sylar winces from the petite idol’s grip on his manhood. Her strokes are focused on pain rather than pleasure as she twists his shaft in an attempt to punish it for its supposed crimes. Seeing as Freja’s clearly not interested in his pleasure, Sylar bucks his hips into her hands to try and get some pleasurable stimulation going.