A debut long overdue! - Lana De Tiānshàng versus Litchi "Faye" Ling [D]

[Ichi]

     Despite Lana's earlier arousal, Litchi's heel initially experienced minor friction as it degraded Lana's pussy. The sultry scientist could feel the delicate anatomy—the rough shapes, the textures, and the burgeoning warmth. How the sliding interface of skin would stick and slip, dragging Lana's pulsating vulva along for the ride. Yet, with each oscillation of Litchi's foot, the tactile feedback lessened, being supplanted with soft slickness. Gasps and moans emanated from Lana, her body venting heat as it went into pleasurable overdrive. The inevitable soon followed, announced by a squeal, spasms, and then a deluge of fluid from Lana's sex.
     Litchi wasted little time, however. Once Lana's climax was confirmed, Litchi released her prey, disentangling her limbs. Part of Litchi wanted to retain her hold and force out another orgasm to win the match—that would have been the safest option. Her intellect told her that, given her rough start in LAW, the more sound long-term strategy would be to make a showing. To sexually dismantle her opponent for the entire world to see. Yet, perhaps more basally, this exchange sent a subtle flutter through her heart. Not one of fear, but one of exhilaration. Dominance. Control. The sultry scientist did not just want to win; she wanted to prove to others that she was undeniably the better woman.
     Aiming to capitalize on the opening afforded by Lana's climax, Litchi would shrimp out from underneath Lana, shooting her hips out to the right and getting to her feet. Lana was still semi-clothed, with two strips of fabric tenuously covering her breasts—it was a shame that they had not been displaced yet. Litchi would attempt to swiftly grab at the attire, wrapping her fingers around their edges before thrusting them aside. Provided that Litchi was successful in exposing Lana, she would then attempt to step her right foot onto Lana's right breast, crushing the womanly asset and smearing sex juices over it.
     "Yes, you are inferior," the sultry scientist would say with a biting edge, accentuating the last word with finality. The word had appeared to bother Lana earlier. This time, however, Litchi had vindication on her side.