Dash Sealgair vs Katsumi Oshiro: The Punk Princess vs The Rainbow Warrior!

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Dash lay on the mat, the side of her face throbbing in pain, and yet, she was surprisingly content. She'd given her all, but was outmatched by a stronger, more experienced opponent. Nothing to be ashamed of.

But Kat had a surprise in store for her it seemed, as the dark haired beauty not only pinned Dashs full body down in dominant fashion, but began to grind their hips together, arching in a way that trusted against the younger girl.

Dashs body lightly jolted, a surge of pleasure and warmth coursing through her, making her gasp and squeak adorably, as she got wetter between her legs, being brought on the edge of orgasm as she was being pinned!

[CyanDimitrik]

No, tonight started as a normal night to break a newcomer. To reassert herself and make management dread putting her in the ring with another fresh-faced up-and-comer. But it turned into a desire to make sure Dash shined, that she didn't risk ruining anyone's career. And somewhere near the end, Katsumi's mentality had shifted again to wanting to not only assert her dominance over the teen, but to give her a lingering memory. To indulge in the dominance more than strictly necessary. More than textbook.

Dash likes her.

So Katsumi is giving her something extra. Something she, herself, wants to. The feel of Dash's body surrendering in full to her, the knowledge that she not only conquered her young body, but her desires.

The rocking of her hips subtly intensifies, the sleek tone of her abdominals grinding against Dash's own abs in short, tight passes. But the base of the hips are what sees the most weight, the most friction. She'd like to claim she's administering this based on paying attention to Dash's breathing and the feel of her heart pounding against her breast. But the reality is, she isn't. She's working off of instinct. The more tense her own body feels, the more she suspects Dash is feeling. But every sound, every gasp, every flex of the body beneath her brings sends every right signal to work harder, faster.

The referee slaps the mat beside Dash's head. "TWO!"