Angelic Intimacy (For Killcarrion)

[Bare]

As Blade pulled up from Minami the Venus of Submissions would take a sharp inhale of air as she looked up at the short haired woman above her who herself seemed to still be processing. Something that Minami admittedly couldn't fault her for. However Minami would snap to attention the moment that Blade had said something about her private locker room being nearby making the dark haired woman blink her eyes rapidly. "Yes... Yes it is."

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CRASH

That was the sound of Minami's dressing room door flinging open and smacking into the wall as Minami practically threw it open, walking in while her hands simultaneously fondled Blade's ass while supporting her weight. All while the woman's legs were wrapped around her waist and Minami herself made out aggressively with the woman she had defeated. Using her foot to close the door behind her as Minami then marched forward pressing Blade's back into the wall as Minami leaned forward into Blade's head, practically trying to shove her tongue all the way down Blade's mouth and throat to assert who was in control!

[killcarrion]

Blade had nothing for ya if you wanted a genuine explanation as to what was even transpiring anymore. Of course she'd overheard locker room gossip involving0 girls backstage bragging about their newfound lovers and being swept off their feet once in the throes of passion. Blade just couldn't fathom this happening quite literally. And with such a conceited, uptight, narcissistic...impeccably ravishing knockout who must have felt the same spark otherwise she'd have absolutely tossed Blade to the side in abject disgust and locked her inside several submissions by now. The Okinawan asking the same question they both probably had on their minds once their mutual and antagonistic animosities were silenced in one lush connection that left them simultaneously speechless...

*CRASH*

...and for damn good reasons afterwards given the pleasurable abyss they'd become entrance within. Salacious ferality embodied with an inseparable liplock only broken for intermittent breaths exchanged between them. Both of them lost in a symmetrical rapture as the smooth rhythm of their midsections flattened together in yearning compression of their flawless figures, one of Blade's clawed hands clenched onto the back of Toshimi's head with legs crossed behind her svelte backside. At one point she acknowledged that there was a wall smacked behind her but was otherwise on justified autopilot as Toshimi's tongue intermingled with Blade's in slithered unison but yielded to Minami's command as it continued its conquered exploration of the aerialist's mouth.