Golden Temptations - Kaelara Tripathi vs Ayumi Tanaka [Bedroom Endurance Livestream]

[NotoriousGoddess]

Kae would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the situation she was in right now. She was showering all the love she could give to a the lavender haired cutie beneath her, with Kae suspecting that Ayumi had them both in this position intentionally. She didn't mind, however, as she was seemingly winning this battle of intimacy. "You really think you would leave this room without being spoiled silly? You'll remember this night with fondness, mark my words~"

Kae would shiver as she felt Ayumi's curvaceous thighs gently wrap around her midsection, relishing the feel of Ayumi's soft, smooth skin gracing hers. However, as Kae grew more confident as the position drew on, she would underestimate Ayumi a tad bit when she decided to give her a closer look of her assets! As soon as she made the tiniest shift in her position, swinging her breasts up slightly, Ayumi caught on to her plan and would react accordingly, squeezing her now toned thighs into Kae's sides!

"G-gahhh, you caught meee!" She said, hiding her pained voice with a playful guise for the cameras. She would grit her teeth as Ayumi had taken the upper hand due to a slight miscalculation, her legs tightening as Kae was pulled into her embrace. Her grip never faltered, however, and instead squeezed at her hands helplessly in return. Ayumi's soft, supple thighs had disguised their true strength, and now a poor Kae was getting quite familiar with that quirk of them.

"I wasn't — gnnnghhhh — planning on going aaaanywhere..." Kae said, lying through her teeth. She would find herself sinking deeper and deeper in to Ayumi's hold on her, and realized that she needed to get out of there fast. So, she would slowly and deliberately lift and carry one knee back, than the other, subtly as she defiantly didn't succumb to Ayumi's thighs. She would attempt to pull her hands from Ayumi's iron grip backwards, aiming to shake them off by squeezing in pulses. "You aren't wrong about that, but I prefer to be the one doing..." Kae mumbled, her voice low, just enough for Ayumi's red ears to catch what she said. She would lock eyes with her peer, and keep resisting her squeezes.

She just hoped that she would make it to the edge of the bed in time.

[Parker]

Ayumi’s breath came slow and steady, her chest rising against Kaelara’s as the tension between them thickened. Her lavender hair, loosened from its bun, spilled across the pillow in waves l, every strand damp with the heat of their struggle. Though her smile remained composed, her eyes burned with quiet focus, the kind that never gave away whether she was enjoying the contest or simply mastering it.

Kaelara’s shifting hips didn’t go unnoticed. Ayumi could feel every subtle adjustment through the taut press of her thighs around the woman’s waist. As Kae lifted one knee and then the other, trying to inch herself backward, Ayumi exhaled softly, not in frustration, but in amusement.

"Is my adoration not enough for you?" she murmured, voice low and velvet-smooth. Her legs flexed, tightening like silk-wrapped iron around Kaelara’s ribs. The squeeze came in a rolling pulse, not a single sharp constriction, but a deliberate rhythm meant to remind Kae that each breath was a privilege granted by her restraint.

The motion made Ayumi’s body shudder faintly, a mix of exertion and satisfaction, as she leaned her head back into the sheets. Her grip on Kae’s hands remained firm, nails grazing lightly against the other woman’s skin as she resisted every tug and pulse that tried to pry them apart. Kaelara was strong and stubborn; every pull of their entwined fingers sent a fine tremor through Ayumi’s arms, yet the Japanese woman held, her knuckles whitening just slightly.

"Even your struggle is a sight to behold," she whispered through a soft breath, her tone somewhere between praise and tease. "You wear it so well, why not embrace it, hm?"

When Kaelara finally broke their grip, Ayumi didn’t fight the momentum, she flowed with it. As Kae tried to draw back, Ayumi’s leaned up arms slipped effortlessly around her shoulders and upper back, her hands gliding across bare skin before attempting locking together in a snug clasp. The motion pulled their bodies flush again, Ayumi’s chest pressed to Kaelara’s as her thighs constricted once more, the hold now a full embrace, a beautiful, suffocating cage.

"There we are~," she purred, her lips brushing near Kae’s ear. ” Now where were we? Ah yes…" Ayumi resumed her kisses, indiscriminate of where they fell. Each one soft and dewy, a lovely distraction to try and take Kaelara’s mind off her slow but steady retreat off the bed. She shifted her hips subtly, drawing Kaelara tighter into the cradle of her body, her calves crossing behind her back to keep the scissor secure. Even with Kae’s backward crawl, every inch gained came at the cost of effort, her progress slowed by Ayumi’s weight, her warmth, and the constant, tightening rhythm of her legs.

"Let's stay her together, for just another moment…" Ayumi breathed, her words soft but dangerous, less of a threat, more of a challenge. And though she was the one holding the advantage, there was no arrogance in her expression, only focus, composure, and a faint glimmer of playfulness.

[NotoriousGoddess]

Kaelara’s breath hitched as Ayumi’s thighs cinched tighter, that velvet-steel embrace turning molten hot against her ribs. A genuine, albeit strained, chuckle bubbled past her lips, the sound mingling with the soft rustle of silk sheets. "Mmmph! Oh, your adoration is delicious, darling," she gasped, her hazel eyes sparkling with defiant mischief despite the pressure squeezing her midsection. Each pulse of Ayumi's legs sent a jolt through her, a delicious agony she couldn't deny, but beneath the playful veneer, the Peacock Goddess was calculating. "But a goddess does need her space to truly bless the peoples, don't you think?"

She felt Ayumi’s fingers weave securely around her shoulders as their hands finally broke apart, the Japanese woman flowing seamlessly into a new hold. Kaelara grunted, the sudden shift in strategy grounding her. The scissor was sold perfectly – Ayumi’s legs felt like bands of heated iron, making her muscles burn and her breathing shallow. She let out a low, throaty moan, partly genuine, partly a performance for the spectators. "Nngh...Such strength...!" she panted, her voice thick with admiration laced with determination as she watched those silken strands of lavender hair spill across the pillow. "Fascinating."

Now came the real work. Kaelara began her slow, deliberate backward crawl. It wasn't frantic, but a powerful, grinding shuffle. She dug her knees into the plush mattress, her core and arms straining against Ayumi's constricting embrace and those distracting, dewy kisses raining on her neck and shoulder. Every inch gained felt monumental. The slide back was amplified by friction of skin on silk and the relentless, rhythmic pulse of the scissor. "Is that all you got, Miss Tanaka?" she teased, her voice breathy but firm as she fought for each centimeter. "Your kisses are lovely… truly… but I’m craving a slight change in scenery…" Her muscles trembled with the effort, the golden accents on her lingerie catching the light as she shifted, her back arching slightly against the pressure, a silent testament to the strength Ayumi wielded from beneath.

She focused, ignoring the lightheadedness, the burning need for a deeper breath. The edge of the bed was still a distant promise. Keep crawling, Kae. A goddess always reaches her mark. She poured her performer's energy into the movement, turning the painful struggle into a slow, sensual dance for the cameras – the grind of her hips against Ayumi's, the flex of her thighs, the desperate yet determined look in her eyes as she inched backward, pulling the entwined pair step by agonizing step towards the precipice. The scissor held her fast, but Kaelara’s will was indomitable. She aimed for that cool air off the bed, the promise of solid floor beneath her feet, the leverage shift she craved. This was just the overture; the fruits of Kae's labor would come later.