The Prima Donna's Diary - Chapter 12: Getting Intimate with an Idol (vs Freja)

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Ami snickered, watching as Freja had a little meltdown when she was pressed about her reaction to Ami's fondling of her chest. The Prima Donna was left on the ground to recover while Freja tried to repair her ego and confidence with some smack talk and posing, flaunting her lovely figure around as she showed off her nonexistent muscles, trying to inflate her self-confidence after landing a lucky shot on the Prima Donna. The crowd were eating it up, entranced by the beauty and magnificence on display, utterly in love with the gorgeous blonde's ego and showmanship...although some were keen to note that she was spending a lot of time showing off instead of evening the odds against her foe...perhaps, spending a little TOO much time showing off. As a result, all that showboating would be for nothing, as the time wasted by the Idol gave Ami a nice, long respite to catch her breath, rolling out of harm's way, and allowing the blonde to crash and burn as she collides with the canvas instead of the soft landing pad that was supposed to be her opponent!

After Freja's rough landing, Ami would pick her up and send her running into the nearest corner with an Irish Whip, forcing the blonde woman to crash into the turnbuckles front-first, hoping to stun her in preparation for what was to come next.

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Freja hits the mat with a thud and an oof, the wind knocked out of her lungs. She blinks up at the ceiling, dazed and disoriented. Before she can gather her wits, strong hands grab hold of her corset and she feels herself hurled toward the ropes.

"Ami, no!" Freja cries out, but it's too late. She crashes face-first into the padding, a jolt of pain shooting through her skull. Stars burst across her vision as she crumples to the mat, her head ringing. Groggily, Freja tries to push herself up, but her arms tremble, unable to support her weight. The crowd's cheers fade into a distant buzz, leaving her feeling dizzy and alone.

"W-what happened..." Freja mumbles to herself, her tongue feeling thick and clumsy. She blinks slowly, trying to clear the fog in her mind. Panic starts to rise as she realizes Ami must be right behind her, ready to capitalize on her weakness. Freja scrambles to get back on her feet, her heart pounding frantically in her chest, but the world keeps spinning around her. She reaches out blindly, trying to grab onto the ropes for stability.

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With Freja down in the corner in a daze, the Prima Donna did a bit of bragging herself, hyping the crowd up because they all knew what was coming next as Ami sauntered away sexily. Her hands began to slowly slide beneath the edge of her bottoms, hiking up the tight fabric of her high-waisted leotard even higher to expose more of her soft, fair-skinned cheeks. She'd give her ass a spank before pointing directly at Freja. "Get ready, Freja~..." She teased, blowing her a kiss before running forward, pivoting, and SLAMMING her ass into the blonde's face, nailing her with a Running Hip Attack before swaying her hips around, gyrating slowly and heavily, grinding her ass all over Freja's face, burying her beneath her buns with a sensual Stinkface follow-up. Ami would throw her head back and moan, every gyration providing another wave of euphoria and arousal as she felt the blonde's features press up against her modest, curvy hips. "That's it, Freja...ahhnnn-...right there, kiss it like a good girl~..." She teased, gripping onto the ropes to keep herself steady as she pressed harder.

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Freja's eyes widen in horror as Ami approaches, slowly lifting her skirt. The crowd's anticipation is palpable. Freja opens her mouth to protest, but the words die on her tongue when Ami turns and slams her ass into Freja's face with a powerful hip attack. The Prima Donna's firm cheeks smother Freja completely, suffocating her with soft flesh.

"Mmmpphh!" Freja gurgles, nose buried in Ami's crack. The scent of leather and sex fills her nostrils as Ami grinds down harder, smothering her with a stinkface. Freja's hands scrabble weakly against Ami's ass cheeks, trying to push her away, but it's useless. She's trapped, overwhelmed by sensation.

"Ami, stop!" Freja mumbles into the Prima Donna's ass, her voice muffled and distorted. But her protests are lost in Ami's moans and the crowd's cheers. Freja squirms, but the more she resists, the more her face gets buried in Ami's warm, silky cheeks. A trickle of drool escapes her lips, trailing down her chin.

The stimulation is overwhelming. Freja can feel her face flushing with shame and arousal. Her breathing quickens as Ami's hips undulate, grinding that perfect ass all over her features. Freja's eyelids flutter, her resistance crumbling.

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Ami moans and whines, her face full of red as she feels Freja's resistance generate MORE friction, heating her up as she feels her breath slowly slipping away while smothering her opponent into a soft oblivion. After she was done, she pulled her peach away from Freja's face, allowing the Norwegian lass to breathe clearly again before setting her up in the corner. "I'm not through with you yet, cutie~...we're just getting started." She said, licking her lips and staring Freja in her eyes.

After doing so, Ami would pin her there, resuming where she left off, tilting Freja's head upward to get at her neck again, and this time...she wouldn't be stopped. She kissed and nibbled at the blonde's skin, softly placing marks of affection all over her while pressing into her chest with her own bust. She softly moans and coos, tenderly licking up the side of the Idol's neck as well, savoring the taste of her cream-skinned opponent. Her hands explore her opponent's body once more, this time going down low as she cups Freja's plump ass, her hands running all over her soft skin and the lacy, frilly fabric that covered it. "So soft...ahn~...you feel so good, Freja~..." She whispered, taking in the woman's scent with a small sniff. She smelled like flowers...Ami liked that.

With Freja melting in her grasp, Ami would lock lips with her, kissing her on the mouth and running her thigh between Freja's legs. As the brunette continued to dominate the blonde with a sensual lip lock, she'd grind her thigh against Freja's pelvis, trying to stimulate her womanhood to soften the blonde up for her first climax.

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Freja gulps for air as Ami finally pulls away, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. She tries to catch her breath, but Ami pins her to the corner before she can fully recover. Freja finds herself sandwiched between the ropes and Ami's soft body, the Prima Donna's firm breasts pressing into Freja's own sensitive mounds.

"Ahhhn..." Freja whimpers as Ami's lips find her neck, trailing kisses and gentle bites along her skin. Each press of Ami's lips sends tingles straight to Freja's core. The Idol squirms weakly, but Ami's hands on her ass hold her firmly in place.

"Wait, Ami, stop..." Freja pleads breathlessly, but her protests lack conviction. When Ami captures her lips, Freja finds herself melting into the kiss, her tongue tangling with the Prima Donna's. The taste of Ami fills her senses, sweet and intoxicating. Freja's hips start to move of their own accord, grinding her aching sex against Ami's thigh.

The pleasure builds rapidly, Ami's skillful ministrations overwhelming Freja's inexperienced body.

With a sudden burst of desperation, Freja lashes out, driving her foot up hard and fast into Ami's stomach. Freja seizes her chance - she ducks under Ami's arms and slips out of the corner, putting some much-needed distance between them.

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Freja was just the cutest when she squirmed and moaned...there was no greater sensation than slowly dragging the pristine idol down into the depths of depravity, slowly bending the blonde to her will. Every touch, kiss, and sensation that Ami provided was like a jolt of electricity shooting through the Norwegian gal's body, shocking her system and slowly filling her mind with thoughts of desire and passion.

Ami could see that her lips were overwhelming the blonde idol, filling her with desire as she let the taste of her lips and tongue invade and overtake Freja's senses. Her breathless pleading, her futile squirms...every aspect served as fuel for Ami's desire, making her chase after that next reaction, wanting to see Freja completely melt in her clutches.

Unfortunately, the blonde would manage to resist Ami's advances just long enough to fight back, knocking the wind out of her as Ami with a stiff and desperate kick to the stomach. The Prima Donna gasps, dropping to one knee for a moment as Freja slips away to catch her breath as well. She coughs and groans, nursing her belly before standing back up, wiping her lips with her hand as she glances over to the Idol, still hungry for more...

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Freja staggers back a step, chest heaving as she tries to regain her composure. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand, trying to erase the feeling of Ami's kiss. Her skin tingles all over, nerves raw and oversensitized. Freja can feel the dampness between her legs, the ache in her core demanding more attention.

She shoots Ami a defiant glare, even as her body betrays her with every shaky breath. "Not so easy to pin down, are I?" Freja taunts, trying to sound confident despite her scattered thoughts. She needs to end this quickly before Ami can overwhelm her again.

Freja takes a few running steps before swinging her leg out in a clumsy sidekick, aiming it awkwardly at Ami's head. Her movement is sloppy, muscles uncoordinated. She puts very little weight behind it, still her aim was true.

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"Ahh-!" Ami yelps, barely blocking the kick. The impact forces her to stumble a bit, but she catches herself on the ropes in the corner. While still standing, she tries to tackle Freja while she recovers, trying to stop her from slipping away again. "C'mere already!" She said, lunging at the woman as she wrapped her arms around her opponent's waist, trying to pin her up against the nearest ropes. If Freja weren't fast enough, she'd suddenly feel the soft and tender kisses from earlier along the edges of her belly as Ami started to work her magic on the Idol's slim waistline, kissing and licking the blonde's belly while moaning, trying to break her down bit by bit...she could tell that Freja was close to cracking...For as much as she whined, she knew the blonde was loving it. All she needed to do was push a little further, and Freja would be her submissive little toy.

However, perhaps she ought to give her some payback for that kick from earlier. In order to startle the woman and knock some fight out of her, Ami would keep a tight grip around waist, suddenly pulling Freja in close, standing up straight, and arching her back to toss the Norwegian blonde overhead with a Belly to Belly Slam!!!

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Freja's eyes go wide with shock as Ami tackles her with surprising strength, wrapping those strong arms around her narrow waist. "Whoa! Hey-" Freja protests, but the words are cut off as Ami's lips find her belly, the Prima Donna's tongue swirling around Freja's navel. "Ahhn! Ami, wait-" Freja whimpers, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. Each kiss sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

Freja squirms weakly in Ami's grasp, but the Prima Donna holds her firm, keeping Freja pinned against the ropes. The Idol's face flushes with shame and desire, her breath coming in short pants. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, the heat building between her thighs unbearable.

Just as Freja feels herself starting to give in, Ami heaves her up and over, slamming Freja down onto the mat with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex. The impact drives the air from Freja's lungs in a pained grunt, leaving her dazed and stunned. Stars burst across her vision as she lies there, gasping for breath.