Southern Heat! Delilah Jefferson vs. Drake "Domino" Vyril!

[overlordofkings]

Delilah grunted as she felt Domino drop on top of her. Still stunned, the ebony beauty could do nothing as the model wrapped his arms around her firm core in a wrist lock. ”Ngh!” she moaned as she felt Drake squeeze her. His arms were certainly stronger than they looked.

She felt a warm rush of air, causing her to shiver as he whispered to her. ”Hun… you have no idea,” she cheekily replied, before groaning from another squeeze.

Delilah would then try to get on her knees in referee position, getting leverage to try to weaken Drake’s grip and try to squirm out and get behind him, trying to apply a waist lock of her own!

”This personal enough for ya home boy?” Delilah would taunt.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino continues squeezing down on Delilah's core, compressing. Even as she works her way up to her hands and knees, he adjusts his position to accommodate. His face continues to hover just beside her ear, his chest pressed against her back, hips to her backside, and arms digging into her toned belly.

"Getting an idea..," he whispers back coyly.

Then Delilah is twisting around and reversing it on him! His hands immediately set to her wrists, his sleek abdominals flexing against her grip to try to not yield to the pressure. "Nngh..! Funny... I figured.. you'd be the kind'a girl.. who preferred to be squeezed..!," he teases to her.

[overlordofkings]

"Oh and why would you figure that?" Delilah coyly retorted, giving Domino a few, flirtatious squeezes. "Maybe I'm the kind of gal that just wants a pretty boy toy to play with," she continued with another coquettish quip.

"Sides, I ain't even squeezing you that hard, The ebony woman purred, smirking as she enjoyed of his flexing abs, causing her to moan and attempt to retain the hold.

She thanked God that her family wouldn't be watching this match. If her parents saw this, she'd get another classic Jefferson family scolding. Not to mention her dad would come to Japan and give poor Drake "The Talk".

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino is just wrestling! No need for "the talk"s! It's not his fault Delilah is wearing a skimpy outfit and feeling him up, sort'a! Of course, that's not to suggest he isn't loving the feel of her body pressed tightly against his, or the sensation of her hands on his skin. But these things are a distraction! And her coy purrs against his ear aren't exactly helping it be anything less.

"You're right...," he murmurs back to her. "You're not." Kind've like she wants this little back and forth to continue a bit longer. He's game. He reaches for her wrists, hoping to capture the left and twist it to fully loosen her grip. Should he succeed, he'll spin out with the right leg to swing right back in against her back, reversing positions with her. The end result would be just that - the same position, but his body pressed into her back, and his arms around her waist, hands pressed tight to her belly.

"Now you can tell me which way you prefer..," he teases, body shifting against her frame. Subtle to the audience, easily missed or construed as struggling, but a deliberately flirtatious grind to Delilah while he squeezes her stomach just a hint tighter.

[overlordofkings]

Delilah panted as she tried hang on to her hold. Drake certainly wasn't making it easy to hold on that Adonis body of his. "NGH! Come on pretty boy, can't you just stay still?!" She whispered. Sadly for the ebony hottie, Drake did nothing of the sort as he grabbed her left wrist and twisted... hard.

"Gah!" Delilah groaned as she loosened her grip and the next thing she knew, she found herself in the same position she began. She shivered as his breath tickled her ear, the body shifting against her frame. "Urgh... i think I liked it better when I was in charge..." She grunted as she felt another squeeze.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino can easily feel her shiver, pressed into her as he is. She's protesting, but her body is giving her away. He tilts his head a little further, deliberately nuzzling into the side of her neck to murmur, "Callin' your bluff on that one..."

But he can't just keep squeezing on her. As much as he's loving it, and as much as he's pretty sure she's enjoying the pressure, things have to change if he's going to score the pin. So he rears back with her, pulling on her midsection with the intent to hoist her into the air and carry the momentum into a backwards arc, hoping to slam her down against the mat behind him in a full German suplex! He doesn't intend to hold onto her afterwards, however, preferring to go for a pin in a different way. Assuming she's suitably stunned!

[overlordofkings]

Delilah clenched her teeth as she felt a tingle move up her spin as his warm breath tickled her once more. Didn't help that he was nuzzling her neck. "Psh it ain't no blUUF!" Delilah whispered back. Or at least she tried to before Drake made her literally go head over heels as he lifted her up and arched his back, tossing her over his head in a German suplex!

"ARGH!" Delilah cried as her back and neck crashed down on the canvas, groaning as she lay still, too groggy to do anything else!

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh, Domino would argue it. But maybe later, when his assertions could be put more directly to the test. For now, he's having to content himself with slamming her down to the mat behind himself, and letting her sprawl.

The young model wheels around onto his knees to look down at her, noting her stunned state. If she weren't already on her back, he rolls her over with a hand at her shoulder and hip, before positioning himself atop her. His legs tangle with hers in a grapevine, hips lowering to press in against her hips to let her feel exactly how much he's enjoyed grappling with her so far. His sleek abdominals come to rest atop her bare stomach. His toned pecs press in over her breasts. His hands grab for her wrists to pin at either side of her head, and his face lowers to lightly nudge his nose against hers. He's close enough that each exhale will wash against her lips, teasing in the unabashedly sensual pin.

[overlordofkings]

Delilah grunted as she started to pick herself up... at least she would if Domino didn't climb atop of her! Delilah gasped as his legs intertwined with hers, putting her in a grapevine. "Ngh... Not bad," Delilah said, a wry smirk on her face. "But I coulda got on top of ya fa-" The ebony Southern Belle then gasped when she felt something when he pressed his hips against her. The onyx beauty face flushed.,

"Oh... aren't we excited?" Delilah teased in her Southern drawl as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down, his body rubbing on her body. "Somethin' tells me that you didn't get into this just for the thrill of athletic competition," she teased as his breath tickled her lips the referee rushed into place and slammed her hand down to start the count.

Thump!

"One!" The crowd chanted.

Delilah kept a flirtatious smile on her face. Now, Delilah joined LAW since she loved the thrill of pro-wrestling. And normally she'd never even consider doing this. But since when was having a super hot model atop of you ever normal? And so, as the referee's hand was about to hit the mat for the second time, Delilah would attempt to raise shoulder up and as she did that, she'd try to press her lips against his in a classic Greco-Roman Liplock!

[CyanDimitrik]

"Oh, I did," assures Domino. It's even true! He originally did. Doesn't mean there aren't certain perks to wrestling with a girl like her here and now, though. Especially given she seems to be a fun person. And the look on her face is, in a word, inviting. He settles in, body shifting subtly against hers, curious to see how long she'd let this pin ride.

As it turns out, not very long. Her shoulder pops off the mat, but so does her head. He doesn't have time enough to react before she's.. well, no bones about it, kissing him. The pin is more or less still in effect, even if not technically so, and Domino feels no need to change it. The shifting increases a little, grinding his hips against hers and taking full advantage of that grapevine. His sleek abs brush along her bare stomach, eyes falling shut briefly to savor the moment. His hands tighten up on their grip a little, heart pounding against her chest.

Greco-Roman? Sure. We'll go with that.