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

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After slamming Freja into the canvas, Ami would roll over and straddle across the blonde's face, laying her warm, slightly wet crotch across Freja's lips and wrapping her thighs around her head, squeezing tightly with a Reverse Headscissors to try and smother her between her soft, thin thighs. Meanwhile, Ami would lean forward, lowering her head toward Freja's crotch. She'd begin to kiss and lick at her midsection, her tongue passing over the blonde's lower waist, dancing across her skin and her now-damp lingerie, getting lower and lower until she hit Freja's pelvis, softly blowing into her covered sex, trying to elicit another round of moans out of the woman before burying her face between her opponent's legs, kissing and licking at her honeypot, her hands getting close to the edge of Freja's corset, sneakily trying to tug at the rim of the waistband, wanting to expose Freja's pussy so she could enjoy it directly.

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Freja coughs and gasps for air as Ami straddles her face, the Prima Donna's slick folds pressing against her lips and nose. The scent of Ami's arousal fills Freja's nostrils, musky and intoxicating. Ami's thighs squeeze around Freja's head in a vise-like grip, cutting off her air supply.

"Ami, stop!" Freja manages to choke out before Ami's lips find her sensitive sex. She bucks her hips weakly, but Ami's hands grip the edges of Freja's corset, tugging the fabric aside to expose Freja's glistening folds.

"N-no, wait-" Freja whimpers, but her protests dissolve into a high moan as Ami's tongue delves between her lips, swirling around Freja's sensitive nub. She writhes beneath Ami, torn between shame and overwhelming pleasure.

Freja's hands scrabble at Ami's thighs, pushing and pulling in equal measure, unsure whether she wants to escape or pull Ami closer. Each flick of Ami's tongue sends sparks of ecstasy through Freja's veins, stoking the fire in her loins.

"Ahhhnn~!" Freja cries out, voice muffled by Ami's slick folds. Her eyelids flutter, vision blurring with pleasure. She can feel her climax rapidly approaching, Ami's skilled mouth driving her closer and closer to the edge.

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The taste and scent of Freja's sex was so delightful, Ami couldn't get enough of it. Every arousing sensation she felt made her legs quiver with excitement, resulting in a tighter Headscissors for the blonde to endure while she was being smothered by her opponent's butt while the same brunette began to eat her out. Ami teased Freja's womanhood slowly, starting off softly and taking her time to really get intimate with the Idol, going step by step as she explored the inner parts of the Norwegian woman's thighs before teasing the edges of her entrance. Slowly but surely, Ami made her way inside of the blonde's pussy, her tongue flicking away at those warm, wet folds, hoping to bring Freja to a lovely climax and take the lead in this match.

All of Freja's squirming and pleading led the Prima Donna further down the rabbit hole, every moan leading her closer and closer to her goal as she pressed onward, trying to find that perfect spot that would ignite Freja's heart and force her to release a waterfall of passion and lust.

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Freja writhes and bucks beneath Ami, her screams of pleasure muffled against the Prima Donna's slick folds. Ami's skilled tongue probes deep inside Freja's channel, lapping at her most intimate places. The stimulation is too much to bear.

"Mmmpphh~!!" Freja's cry of climax vibrates against Ami's sex as her body convulses, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Her slick walls clamp down around Ami's tongue, pulsing with each spasm.

Freja's hands fly up to Ami's ass, gripping the firm cheeks as she grinds herself shamelessly against the brunette's face. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, each flick of Ami's tongue sending fresh jolts of pleasure through her nerve endings.

Finally, Freja collapses back against the mat, Ami's thighs still pinning her head as she pants and mewls, completely spent. Tears of shame and overwhelmed bliss leak from the corners of her eyes.
"I...I came..." Freja sobs brokenly, the admission both mortifying and somehow thrilling.

Ami earns a point.

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Ami gasped for air after making Freja climax, lifting her head and reclining back, letting her body relax for a moment while resting her rear end on Freja's face, using her as a cushy pillow of sorts. The brunette was blushing red hot as her chest heaved up and down with every ragged breath she inhaled. With one point secured, Ami felt really good about herself. She was not only aroused but confident as well, feeling an extraordinary sense of relief washing over her as she moaned under her breath. She stretched and took her time during this grace period, letting the Norwegian blonde ride out the rest of her orgasm before finally getting off of her and getting back to her feet. Ami felt a rush of adrenaline in her body. She was eager and excited for more...it felt as if she had tasted the sweetest fruit imaginable and was now hungry for more. She needed that taste again, and the unimaginably wonderful rush that came with it. So when Freja stood back up, Ami would attempt to lock her into another kiss if the blonde idol wasn't ready to fight back.

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Freja lies there panting, still reeling from the intensity of her first ever climax. Her body feels like jelly, muscles weak and trembling. She can feel the wetness between her thighs, a constant reminder of what Ami did to her.

"Th-that was...I've never..." Freja stammers, unable to form a coherent thought. When Ami stands up, Freja tries to do the same, but her legs are shaky and unsteady. She sways on her feet, nearly falling back down.

Before Freja can recover, Ami is on her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Freja is too stunned to react at first, her eyes widening in shock. But then Ami's tongue invades her mouth and Freja finds herself melting into the kiss, tasting her own essence on Ami's lips.

Freja tries to push Ami away, her small fists pounding weakly against the Prima Donna's chest. "Stop...please..." Freja begs breathlessly between kisses, but there's no real conviction behind her words. Her body betrays her with every shaky breath and hitched moan.

Despite her feeble resistance, Freja can feel herself melting into Ami's embrace. The taste of her own arousal on Ami's lips is intoxicating, making Freja's head spin with lust. She squirms and writhes, torn between shame and overwhelming desire.

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Freja was melting like butter in Ami's grasp, with the brunette managing to make her Norwegian opponent squeal with delight here and there as she tried to fight back in such a hopeless manner. For all of Freja's struggles, every squirm was futile as Ami easily overpowered her. To make matters worse, the kiss slowly broke down those timid barriers, and the Prima Donna Darling could tell. Ami's lips were dragging Freja down into the depths of lust, with the Idol slowly coming to terms with her desires. However, just as the kiss broke, Ami would deliver a knee strike right to the Idol's stomach, trying to knock the wind out of her, while she prepared to put her down. The brunette planned to nail Freja with a devastating Snap Piledriver to leave her in a much deeper daze. If Ami could pull this off, she'd be able to stun Freja for long enough to easily score another point...or at least get close enough to doing so. With that said, the Prima Donna would fold the Idol over, sticking the blonde gal's head between her thighs before tugging on the bottoms of her cute outfit, forcing Freja to endure a slight wedgie before trying to flip her over and slam her down head-first onto the canvas!!!

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Freja gasps sharply as Ami's knee slams into her gut, doubling her over instantly. The air rushes out of her lungs in a pained grunt, leaving her lightheaded and dizzy. Before she can even begin to recover, Ami is on her again, folding Freja in half and shoving her face against the Prima Donna's crotch.

"Ungh! Wait, Ami-" Freja chokes out, struggling weakly as Ami tugs her shorts up into a painful wedgie. The fabric cuts into her tender flesh, sending jolts of discomfort radiating through her core.

In a flash, Ami is flipping Freja over, and before she knew it, she lands face first into the mat. Freja sees stars as her skull connects with the canvas, a loud thud echoing through the arena.

Dazed and disoriented, Freja lies there groaning, her vision blurry and her brain foggy. She's too disoriented and weak, courtesy of her climax earlier. Every limb feels heavy and sluggish, refusing to obey her panicked commands.

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Ami was having the time of her life, getting to be so close to such a beautiful woman in such a sultry environment. LAW had really turned her into something else deep down, as much as she may not like to admit it. After slamming Freja down, Ami would shift down to the woman's chest, groping and squeezing the woman's breasts, playing with them and kissing them, trying to savor the feeling of her opponent's body as she slowly worked Freja toward her next climax. If the woman wasn't going to put up a fight, then the Prima Donna Darling had no reason to expect any sort of retaliation. So, she'd take things nice and slow and make sure that they enjoyed what she believed would be the last round, caressing the blonde's curvy and soft figure in her grasp, moving one hand down to caress and stroke Freja's inner thigh, getting closer to teasing her womanhood directly.