The Education of Desdemona Belti, Part 9: Shelby Marwood

[Flamintree]

The side headlock; that was an effective wrestling technique.

At least, that's what Shelby assumed. Despite her occupation, she rarely actually interacted with the more WWE side of the job. She was no expert on quote unquote proper wrestling. But what she did know was that no matter how effective the hold might be in regular wrestling, its effectiveness was diminished when the goal wasn't to pin your opponent down.

"Nice hold," She grunted, "But in case you forgot, you don't win by wrestling!"

The Little Dollie grinned. This was the perfect angle, actually. Her hand shot out fast as a bullet, using the oil to increase her speed. She slipped past Dizzy's bikini bottoms with the practised ease of someone who had done this many times over. Then, without mercy, she immediately plunged her fingers into her friend's womanhood and started working her magic.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy didn’t know oil. She was familiar with oil matches, sure - intimately, deeply, familiar, having watched no shortage of them on her laptop. She even had a little file for them, along with her other fetishes. Facesitting, foot worship, breast smothering…

But watching hot, athletic women rolling around in oil was no substitute for being one of those hot, athletic women. She knew Shelby had her in that department, so she would need to adapt as she went along. But the wrestling part? That she could do. With aplomb.

Even with the oil, it was a good hold, and she was fairly certain she could’ve maintained it for a while, too. Only problem, was, well…

This was Shelby.

Dizzy had not, in fact, forgotten what sort of match this was, but she’d been banking on getting her opponent down before they got to any hanky and/or panky. Shelby, it seemed, was a little more proactive, as the tiny Italian found out when her friend’s frolicking fingers plunged deep and got to work. She had to bite her lip to keep a squeak from getting out, and she could already feel the heat building.

”Just…sticking to what I know.” Dizzy tried to keep her breathing under control as she twisted about, whipped Shelby around, and tried to bring her down on the mat with a hip toss, hoping to come down with her and keep her head under control. Down here, she’d have a few more options, more she could do with that head control, and it would give her some time to breath before her body remembered just how stupidly hot her opponent was.