Between Snakes and Domino Pieces - Brielle Morgan VS Domino

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle was struggling... However, exactly against "what" was a question that the heelish Brit wasn't sure how to answer...

Perhaps it was against the continuous pressure around her entire upper body, crushing her every muscle, squeezing the life out of every fiber of her being, compressing her very frame against Domino's in a battle for dominance that she was clearly losing... With her toned abdominals turning into mush under the grind against his own; her ample frontal assets mushrooming against his chiseled pecs... Her arms trapped in a tight embrace, turning her into nothing more than a prisoner into Domino's own arms.

Or perhaps... She was struggling against the fact that she was so incredibly into it. There was no denying it at this point... And much like Domino, maybe she didn't want to deny it either...
She had fought him, they had wrestled in an even contest testing each other's mettle... And now, he had her trapped... For Brielle, this was wrestling: sometimes she was on top of the world... And other times, she was being squeezed in a steaming hot bearhug...

Her head falling over his shoulder, her rapid breathing, the thick layer of sweat coating her entire body... And that faint yet unmistakable shudder in her hips while grinding against his, prompting her thighs to coil harder around his figure- all signaled at one evident fact... She was done fighting back... Her mind abandoned every survival instinct, and replaced them with something else entirely... Something completely different and primal.

Another moan escaped her lips, but this time it was low... Only for Domino to hear it. Just as he shifted his grip to get a better hold of her battered waist. Brielle with a lost look on her face.

She might not have realized the moment Domino hopped onto one leg, turning her body midair with every one of her limbs flinging like wet noodles, however she felt all too well when her back hit the canvas with a thunderous slam, having the model falling on top of her with crushing force, flattening her breasts, abs and gut all in one move.

"Aagghhh!" A low cry, and she closed her eyes... Exhausted... Entirely spent, feeling nothing more than the weight of the model resting on top of her figure... Her mouth remained wide open, trying to draw as much air as possible back into her being.

[CyanDimitrik]

That shuddered sensation, the low moan, the way her thighs gripped onto him tighter all told Domino what he had suspected: he wasn't the only one thrilling with the conclusion of their bout. Whether it was the closeness of the final moments, the tension of the struggle between them, some innate attraction, or some combination of all three, there was some unspoken understanding between their bodies that they wanted this and more.

Domino's not in the habit of leaving people unsatisfied.

She wanted everything. He's going to give her that.

While the referee-girl drops beside the pair to count what would obviously serve as a pin, Domino pulls his body up from Brielle's to break the contact. There's a firm shake of his head, softly panting, a little flushed. He picks himself up to his full height and moves behind Brielle's collapsed form, reaching low to take her by the wrists and drag her across the mat. Once he aligns her body perpendicular to a turnbuckle, he releases the wrists to let her arms drop to the mat again, specifically above her head. Specifically to leave her body stretched taut. Specifically to leave that exquisite abdomen defenseless on display.

Domino moves into the corner and climbs steadily, hauling his tired body up higher and higher, until he finds his crouched balance between the top ropes. Slowly, he lifts to his full height and raises his arms high, presenting his glistening form to the roaring, stomping crowd. The knees bend, and he launches himself high above into a double backflip - the first tight and balled, the second a more elegant rotation seeing his limbs fan out. But ultimately, the precision landing would be Brielle's stomach, crushed beneath Domino's sleek abdominals for an explosive Shooting Star finisher.

[Afterhoursclub]

Some would argue that by the time Brielle's back hit the mat, the dark-haired gal was already done for; Others, closer to the action in the front row seats would say that it was that Belly-to-Belly slam what really did it.

However.. The reality was something else entirely... With the truth only known by the two people inside the ring at that very moment... Putting each other through hell... And heaven, to conquer victory.

Brielle's mind had abandoned any form of resistance long ago, giving in to Domino's dominant embrace, the crushing bearhug that had burned down up to the last bit of fight out of her; Her every muscle... Her very being, tensing and contorting at his command... With nothing more left for her than the eventual shudder and a few faint moans that evidenced any form of fleeting consciousness on her part. The shaking on her hips, rubbing against his manhood, her chiseled abs now caving in against his own, and her breasts, pressed and flattened against his toned chest... Together with her heavy breath... All telling him that, even though her body had given up, she still reacted to everything her did to her.

The slam onto the canvas only helped to cement something that was already obvious for both of them... Or at least to Domino, who besides the referee, was the only one with a fully functional mind currently.

Brielle was left fully stretched and taut over the mat. Arms extended over her head, lacking the strength to move even a finger. Her skin, shining under the bright lights, covered by a thick layer of sweat... Her face sporting a crimson blush... And a peaceful look, as if she had nothing but accepted the inevitability of what was going to happen next...

When Domino's figure suddenly fell over her, Brielle folded completely... Her arms shot up, legs flailing wildly... She opened her mouth wide, but no sound came out of it... Her toned midsection, crushed and flattened under the weight of the model's hard-rock abdominals; with no energy to even attempt to tense her muscles or brace herself... Brielle's body had to absorb the full force of the punishing slam entirely...

Brielle's every sense shut down right at that moment, turned into nothing more than ragdoll with no conscious thought running through her mind as she served as a steaming hot mattress for the model.