Rose Gold vs Izzia Oskevic [D]; Izzia's Debut

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Rose shuddered as she felt Izzia's panicked, warm breaths caressing her most sensitive places. Her pretty face nestled tightly beneath her. Rose reached around and grasped a fistfull of her 'shorts'. She pulled them tightly, drawing them into a tight cameltoe. Rose let out a slow, trilling purr as her lips rested upon Izzy's own in a wet kiss of raw lust.

Rose leaned forward, grinding her flower and ass into her opponents youthful features. The hand that hadn't exposed herself came around and gave her own ass a slap. The force causing her cheeks to quake on either side of Izzia's airways.

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"Mmm... Oh Izzy..." She shuddered, looking towards the big screen. The knowledge this scene was playing out in front of everyone redoubling her lust. A fresh flood of arousal coating her flower as she began to softly gyrate, using the Polish Princess's face.

"Hnnn. You feel amazing. Don't stop!" She encouraged her downed opponents struggling. Her whining, moaning, and panting serving to stimulate everything between her plush thighs.

Her hand then moved to run along Izzia's body. As a means of rewarding her. She drew sweet, sensual lines along her midriff with her fingernails. Tickling and teasing her exposed midsection. She drug her fingers from the waistband of her skirt all the way to the base of her breasts. She cupped them gently. Kneading and massaging them in a lover's grasp.

'This is wrestling, MY Polish Princess' She thought, as Izzia coerced another wave of pleasure through her with her struggles.

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"NGGHHHH!" Izzia squealed as Rose Gold shifted her position, planting her crotch squarely over Izzia's mouth and filling her with the hot taste and scent of Rose Gold's most sensual area. She tried to turn her head away but she was pinned tightly. Her hands grabbed uselessly at Rose Gold's ass and thighs as she tried to free herself, but her struggling and whining only seemed to make things worse as her opponent began grinding powerfully against her. Izzia's thoughts were scattered in all directions as her head was ground between the canvas and Rose Gold's backside. She could feel the dampness of Rose's crotch through her costume now, the other wrestler clearly aroused by having Izzia locked in such a position.

But her opponent wasn't done there. Rose Gold's free hand began tracing tantalizing patterns over the creamy skin of Izzia's bare abdomen. She shuddered with pleasure as Rose's nails slid gently over her skin, moving up from her skirt towards her chest. She could now feel her nipples trying to break out of the skin-tight lycra of her top, and she was dimly aware that this terrible capitulation at Rose Gold's hands would be on display for all of LAW to see! Finally the humiliation was compounded as Rose Gold grabbed the Polish Princess's breasts with her free hand, caressing her wickedly through the skin-tight fabric of her top.

"Mmmmpppphhhh..." Izzia wailed against Rose's smothering embrace, her struggles becoming little more than faint twitches as her bright blue eyes rolled, fluttering, now fighting just to remain conscious. Deprived of oxygen and with the taste of her opponent being ground into her, Izzia could do nothing but lie there beneath the dominant Rose Gold, mewling faintly as the other wrestler reduced her to a quivering, aroused mess.

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Rose purred atop Izzia. Nothing made Rose happier than a beautiful woman in her kitten. Except forcing her to admit that she wanted to be there. Her back arched in pleasure as Izzia's whining and whimpering reverberated from between her legs all the way to the top of her head. The movement putting her young breasts on full display. Between the sweat and the arousal, her attire was no longer hiding much of Rose's firm bust. Her nipples were clear as day, at least what was still under the fabric.

"You... mmm.. You have such a stunning body. Oh... You're amazing Izzy." She encouraged through a series of panting moans. Encouraged her service and her submission.

Izzia's hands weakly grasping at her ass felt more like the kind touch of a partner than struggle. She was putty now. Even Izzia's body had turned against her. Her breasts demanding attention through her top. And they would receive it. Rose teased the hardened flesh through the material of her top. Slow, sensual circles. Gentle pulls. She was a kind lover to those who didn't resist... and This was certainly a poor excuse for resistance.

Rose's other hand ran another line down Izzia's midriff. However, this time it did not stop at the hem of her skirt. No, this time she grasped the material and began to gently pull it up. To reveal Izzia's garments to the adoring, hollering fandom. And given the hue of said garments, an appropriate amount of wetness might make them practically see through.

Rose Gold licked her lips at the thought, all the while she used Izzy's chin, mouth, and nose as her personal sex toy.

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It was all too much for Izzia. In her first match it hadn't taken long for the Polish Princess to be utterly dominated and she could do nothing against Rose Gold's sensuous onslaught. Faint, high-pitch squeaks of pleasure were muffled by her opponent's ass as Izzia wriggled feebly beneath her. Her breasts pressing eagerly against Rose's caressing fingers, her lithe young body gyrating slowly under the stimulation. She found her lips beginning to move with a mind of their own as she lapped weakly at Rose's flower, the taste and scent of her opponent driving Izzia's already dazed senses into overdrive.

"Hnnhhh..." she cooed helplessly as Rose's hand wandered down her midriff again.

Oh, God... she thought dimly as she felt Rose gently pull up her skirt, revealing the silken panties beneath that were now very clearly dampened by her unwitting arousal. She tried to twist her hips out of Rose's grasp, but her body wouldn't respond to her anymore. She was completely at Rose Gold's mercy, the thought stirring her. She'd been overpowered in the match - this was exactly where she deserved to be.

Izzia's eyes rolled back in her skull and she sagged limply against the canvas. Her hands slid down off of Rose's rear, flopping down to either side of her head. Her legs kicked faintly for a few more seconds before they too went limp, and Izzia surrendered, allowing Rose to ride her face until the Polish Princess was seconds from passing out completely.

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The sight of Izzia's nubile, defeated body would have been enough on its own. The scene was an unrelenting tableau of sensual and physical domination. Rose's hips thrusted occasionally. Reasserting her dominance and grinding her ass against Izzia's nose and mouth. She could feel her pants, her whimpers, and her warm breath tickling and stimulating her.

"Mmm. That's a good girl..." she purred coquetishly as her fallen foe engaged her backside with kittenish lapping. The young blonde's cheeks were flush with arousal and pleasure. What a shame that she hadn't made the match a POW match. She'd wanted to. Kelsea hadn't let her.

Izzia's skirt revealed a pair of silken white panties. How pure, she thought bemusedly, as Izzia continued to pleasure her posterior in submission. To say they were damp was an understatement. They betrayed her desire to be right where she was. Rose knew that if she pulled them, even lightly, flush against Izzia's body, she could see everything. Everyone. Could see everything. She licked her lips at the thought.

The referee girl came over to check on the facesit. She'd seen it a hundred times. She'd waited for Izzia's kicks to slow. For the telltale squeaking and screaming to become gentle suckling and kissing sounds. For the hands at their opponent's ass to flop to their sides. She knelt next to Izzia and grasped her wrist. Lifted it and dropped it once with a slap against the mat.

Rose hadn't been here too long ago. Izzia had trapped her in a body scissors and smother. Had driven her to the edge of unconsciousness. There was a second slap. The hand had fallen again.

Rose made eye contact with the referee. She ground herself one final time on Izzia's face. Ran her barely covered ass and crotch along the length of Izzia's face. And then stood. Releasing Izzia from the hold, an impish grin on her face. She had been close to the edge... Izzia had done such lovely work. She wasn't ready for it to end yet... and besides...

"Now we're even, my little princess."

Rose returned to her nuetral corner where she would wait for Izzia's sense to return. In the meantime, she'd fix her attire. Resecure her young breasts under her top. And fix the cameltoe Izzia had helped create with her pretty face-throne.

She'd returned the favor. The match hadn't been meant to be two of three falls. But it had practically become that. She'd make sure Izzia would beg for the third fall.

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Izzia was only vaguely aware as the referee grabbed her arm, testing her consciousness. Her whole world was now reduced to the shameful, intoxicating smell and taste of her dominant opponent. The Polish Princess did nothing to prevent her arm from flopping limply to the mat, darkness beginning to descend on her. A faint pang of dismay shot through her mind as part of her realised this meant she was going to lose her first match, but that tiny thought didn't seem to matter right now. Rose Gold had proved herself the superior woman already.

A second time her arm thumped unresisting to the canvas. Not long now.

But then she felt Rose move. Her crotch and ass ground down against Izzia's defenseless face for a second before her opponent dragged her sex along the length of Izzia's features. Then she ... stood up!

Izzia's flushed features were revealed to the world and she inhaled a huge breath of fresh air, her chest swelling and back arching as she did so. Her eyes fluttered and both hands flew to the sides of her head. Slowly her senses began to ebb back as she regained her breath. She licked her lips, still tasting Rose Gold upon them and her body shuddered, the memory of her sensuous capitulation still raw.

With great effort, the rookie wrestler hauled herself to her feet, smoothing down her skirt to once again conceal her damp silk panties. The crowds jeered her, knowing that the only reason she was still in the match was because Rose had let her up. She blushed furiously, glaring around her before settling her gaze on her curvaceous adversary.

"You should have beaten me when you had the chance," she quipped unconvincingly, keen to try and get a quick advantage over Rose on the restart. With her opponent standing confidently in the corner, Izzia charged unsteadily forward, attempting to catch Rose Gold off guard by squashing her against the turnbuckle!

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"Show me." Rose rebutted confidently for the second time. Izzia's last show and tell had led to both women being incredibly wet. And not all of Rose's wetness had been the young Pole's saliva.

Her thighs rubbed together as she watched her sexy opponent struggle to catch her breath. She let out a gasp of her own as Izzia struggled agaunst the pain in her body. A hand slipped under Rose's own attire to grasp and tease at the taut, bare flesh of one of her own nipples. This was so hot.

The action was for herself. Of course. But also to distract her opponent. To titilate her. Whether Izzia wanted to admit it or not, she'd been happy with her tongue against Rose's womanhood. She'd enjoyed her taste and the sounds she'd made. She'd put herself right back there if she had the chance. And Rose intended to give it to her.

Izzia began her charge. It was a slow, desperate thing. And there was nothing that would have pulled Rose's eyes off the pretty young thing. Rose withdrew her hand from beneath her attire. In doing so she also exposed something else. Her nipple pink, alluring, and rock-hard atop her supple, pale, and gravity defying tit.

Should the distraction work, Rose would slide under Izzia's attack. She'd press herself to Izzia's back, in doing so, her exposed breast rubbing against Izzia. Rose's hands would position themselves just below Izzy's ass. Her fingertips teasing the delicate flesh at the back of her bare inner thighs.

"You're so wet Princess. Is that for me?" She coo'd softly against her neck. Her warm breath tickling along her skin.

And then suddenly, with a grunt of effort, Rose would lift her beautiful upwards into a backdrop position. However, she didn't fall back. Instead, she brought Izzy crashing forward. Driving her wet, sensitive, and needy sex into the top turnbuckle. Should it work, Rose would guide her foe into a tree of woe position.

"Let's have a look. Shall we?"

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Izzia charged her opponent, but as she moved, Rose Gold suddenly revealed one of her nipples, erect and bullet like showing the other wrestler had been just as turned on by their sensuous encounter thus far. Izzia blinked in surprise, trying to hold her concentration and focus on landing her attack, and maybe getting something out of this match.

But it was not to be. Distracted and off-balance as she was, Izzia was an easy target as Rose Gold ducked past her, leaving her to crash into the turnbuckle with a wail of dismay. She staggered backwards and before she knew it, Rose Gold's incredible frame was tucked up against her, the other woman's curves pressing against her back, grinding into her while her hands teased the back of the Polish Princess's thighs.

Izzia let out a a high pitched squeak, her defences totally crumbling under Rose Gold's advance. Her body capitulated, pressing back against Rose, her head lolling back against the other wrestler's shoulder. Something about this woman's touch... her scent and her raw sexuality left Izzia powerless to resist. "I... I... unnnhhhhhh..." a moan of conflicted pleasure was all she could manage in reply to Rose Gold's quips. Then suddenly she felt herself lifted from the ground, primed for a backdrop. However, Rose Gold dropped her forward instead, aiming her sensitive sex straight at the top of the turnbuckle!

"UNNNHHH!" Izzia squealed, her mouth opening wide and her eyes rolling back in her skull as her crotch slammed down onto the turnbuckle. Her body went limp, stunned by the impact and she made no resistance as Rose Gold guided her nubile young body backwards. Her calves were hooked over the top ropes and before she knew it, the Polish Princess was hanging unceremoniously upside down in the tree of woe position! Her skirt fell down, across her exposed midriff, revealing her damp white panties for both her opponent and the watching fans.

Hanging helplessly upside down, dazed, aroused and thoroughly overwhelmed by the events of the match thus far, Izzia could only watch as Rose Gold advanced upon her, a tremor of anticipation shooting through her young body at the prospect of what might be coming next.

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The look on Izzia's face was everything Rose could have hoped for and more. The sound she made as her lithe, beautiful body i to the turn buckle music to her ears. And she had never fit so perfectly in the curves of another body as when she hugged herself against Izzia. Her curvy hips pressed against Izzia's soft backside.


She could taste the sweet flesh of her neck as she spoke against it. This moment and moments like it were what had driven her to this sport. The total sensual and physical domination of another woman. Izzia's first moan was one of surrender. Her pathetic, lustful expression displayed on the big screen for all of the fans. She practically assisted with the manuever.

Her second moan was the most erotic sound Rose had ever heard. A high-pitched wail of anguish as her most sensitive place was impacted upon the turnbuckle. It sent a shiver through Rose's body. She relished the sensual pain she was inflicting on her young opponent. She let out a soft, private moan of her own as she watched Izzia's expression shift from pathetic surrender to that of prom-nights first forbidden caress. Izzia was in love with her. It was doubtful she could deny it at this point.

Rose took a step back to admire her work. Izzia's young body on display. Her hips splayed wide revealing her flower. Her belly taut and exposed. Her pretty stunned face. There was more to see however. And so Rose returned to her prey, licking her lips with anticipation. Her steps taken with a confidant swagger that swayed her hips and bounced her exposed breast.

"We're about to have a lot of fun together Princess. So don't be shy. Tell us everything you're feeling." Her words were threats laced with honey-sweet promises. Her fingers flexed in eagerness as she allowed Izzia's dizzy anticipation to build.

Rose stood above Izzia, giving her a clear view between her thighs. It was only fair. She could see the wetness that had begun to seep through Rose's attire. She could see the outline of her swollen lips. The curve of her butt.

Rose could wait no longer! Her left hand came down to Izzia's panties. She grasped their backside. Her fingertips brushing against Izzia's bare posterior. And she pulled them tight against Izzia's flower. The wet white fabric stretching translucently over her soft mound. The material teasing the sensitive flesh of her petals. Not yet touched by Rose directly and forcing Izzia to long for it.

"You're so beautiful, my sweet Izzy. Do you want me?" She asked demurely as she stood above her, observing her best kept secret.

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"Hnnn..." Izzia moaned faintly as Rose Gold approached her, totally helpless in her compromising position as her voluptuous opponent taunted her mercilessly, her entrancing frame moving from side to side as she came forward. Her mouth opened in wordless protest as Rose reached forward taking a grip of her damp panties. Izzia could only watch on in a stupor for what came next.

"NNNGHHH!" she squeaked, eyes rolling back in her skull as Rose Gold pulled her silken panties tight against her throbbing flower, leaving very little for the imagination. She feeling made her whole body shudder and her arms flopped uselessly as she tried to regain some semblance of control. There was little prospect of that, however. Rose Gold had already put the Polish Princess firmly in her place - as thoroughly evidenced by Izzia's humiliating position upside down against the turnbuckle.

"Please..." she breathed feebly. "I... I can't... take any more..."

Then Rose asked a dreadful question, one that Izzia couldn't answer truthfully. She gazed up at her sensual conqueror, fighting for the will. Eventually, not trusting herself to speak, she bit her lip, screwed her eyes shut and shook her head weakly in response.