Barbrawlers Kyra Agemento vs. Gabriel Vinlee (Barfight)

[KyraAgmento]

*THe young german was short before a climax under the relentless assault on her womanhood. Kyras body startet to shiver while Gabriels finger made her hips rock. Despereate to avoid the climax Kyra started to kick an hopefully get enough force out of the movement to slip out of this humilating position before Gabriel managed to force an orgasm out of her.*

Not done here!

Kyra hissed while trying to get free.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel had been playing far too rough with poor Kyra. Slamming her down, folding her into a humiliating position, and slipping her fingers inside her did not seem like much of a challenge for the Brit. It almost looked as though she had already tamed street fighters before, and Kyra Agemento was merely the latest woman forced to suffer through her ruthless style. Still, exposing her dignity like that and denying her climax seemed to have been a terrible idea, because the German woman kicked her.

The Gladiatrix’s foot crashed against the queen’s chest, a grimace of pain flashing across her face as her hold was broken and the German rolled herself away.

Gabriel rubbed at the center of her chest before dusting off her cropped shirt with a flick.

"Well, I doubt that." She replied as she rose from her knees. She brushed the dirt from them afterward. They could at least clean this filthy ring once a night...

"Can you get up on your own?" She asked. "Or do I need to drag you back into the corner again?"

She offered the question with a cruel smile, giving her time. Then, while Kyra gathered herself and Gabriel remained immaculate, the Brit rested one hand against her waist and slowly bit against the fingers of the other—the same hand that had made Kyra moan moments ago—eager to see what kind of foolishness this wrestler would attempt next.

"I can wait~. But can you last?"

[KyraAgmento]

*Kyra grinned defiantly at Gabriel.*
"Don't worry we can have way more fun.

*Kyra breathed heavy her body shivered as she was rather close to climaxing.The young blonde rose again determined to not be a victim of Gabriel. Kyra grabbed the top rope and then bolted at Gabriel trying to burry her knee into the brits guts.*

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel smiled to herself. She didn’t interfere as Kyra searched for her around the ropes — the German seemed to have it under control — nor did she intervene when Agmento set about climbing them. They had all the time in the world, and she wasn’t going anywhere if the other blonde wanted to keep trying to resist.

Meanwhile, the crowd around the ring was getting louder and louder. It seemed to mirror the euphoria Gabriel was holding back inside. And when Gladiatrix recovered and lunged at the British woman, using the ropes to launch herself forward, the Queen didn’t move. On the contrary, true to her pride, she took the knee strike head-on. But it was far more than she’d expected.

Agmento’s leg sank into her flat, smooth abdomen, bending Vinlee’s body around the impact and forcing her to take a couple of steps back. She coughed as air filled her cheeks before rushing out. But she bit down on her lip, swallowing the rest of the groan. Then she ended up about three paces away, hunched over, her long hair hanging down in front of her face. The crowd fell silent, only to come to life when the viper began to regain her composure and raised her eyes to Kyra, piercing her with her gaze through her hair.

She drew a deep breath.

"Nice."

And then she took a long stride towards Agmento to respond with a knee aimed straight at her abdomen to see if her broad, firm thighs are better suited to delivering strikes than Agmento’s legs.