Joy Locke vs Ossi POW Humiliation Match.

[LunaxUwU]

Joy gasped in surprise and disappointment as Ossi suddenly took advantage of her distracted state and broke the kiss pulling her into a double leg take down.

Slamming her to the mat she went to put her breasts over Joys face going for a smother. She struck with a quick, hard punch right between her breasts halting the Syrians fall quite abruptly. “I wasn’t done kissing child.” She said with a look of cold fury.

“Now take me! And don’t be gentle with the foreplay. I can tell.” She said with a faux helpless squeak as if at the mercy of her foe before firing another punch into her face. Should it land she would shove the cocky heiress off of her.

“Here! Let me show you.” Joy said with a mock frustrated sigh. She would then drop to the ground next to Ossi and pulled her on top of her.

Lining up and threading her legs Joy placed herself into a grapevine pin allowing and basically handing Ossi the advantage. “Oh Ossi please. Your too much! Make me your sex slave!” Joy said dramatically. Before pulling a hopefully slightly dazed Ossi closer to her.

“No! Your soft lips! They drive me too wild!” She continued as she pulled her into another kiss. Their breasts pressed against st each other as their sexes rubbed against each other.

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A yell of triumph escaped Ossi's lips as she managed to throw Joy to the mats. However, that feeling was short-lived. When she attempted to follow up with a breast smother, a vicious punch to the chest halted the Syrian beauty in her tracks. She paused, straddling Joy as she clutched her chest where punch had landed. Distracted, she never saw the second blow coming.

"UNNHH!" Ossi gasped as the second punch rocked the cocky Syrian, knocking her off of her opponent and leaving her sprawling on the mats, dazed. Before she could recover, Joy grabbed her again, puller her atop the sadistic wrestler as the other woman mocked her. She felt Joy's legs entwine around hers, trapping her in position on top.

"What are you... stop!" Ossi whined in confusion, squirming feebly in Joy's grip before she found herself pulled down into a passionate kiss, her breasts pressing against Joy's, causing her eyes to roll with twisted pleasure. High-pitched squeaks of surprise and confusion came from the Syrian heiress as she struggled to comprehend Joy's strangely sensuous assault that left her helpless.

[LunaxUwU]

Joy pulled away holding the Syrian and looking deep into her eyes.

“You really are just a plaything aren’t you? Lynn said as much...disappointing...” she said with a sigh as she suddenly spread her legs wide bringing Ossi’s much wider thanks to the grapevine.

She would stretch them out for a few minutes to really let the pain sink in before breaking the hold and rolling over so that she could mount Odis without too much trouble. Should the Syrian struggle at all she would be met with a quickly fired punch to her face.

“Now stay still. You may even enjoy this.” Joy said with disgust as she stood and planted her foot on Ossis throat to keep her still as she reached under her skirt removing her sweat, love juice soaked, black lace panties. Her flower and ass glistened with the excitement and sweat of the match.

“Now why don’t you relax and let my holy body take you to heaven?” Joy said with an evil grin as she stood over her foe facing her legs as she suddenly took a small jump and landed on the Heiresses face butt bare butt first.

[arktriumph]

"Gnnhh... I'm not a ... playthi-GAAH!" Ossi got halfway through her denial before Joy suddenly spread her legs further, forcing the Syrian's legs open painfully. She tried to wriggle free but to no avail, the pain growing and growing.

After keeping the hold locked in for a few painful moments, Joy effortlessly rolled her over, mounting Ossi with ease and pinning her to the canvas. Ossi struggled briefly before a swift punch to the head left her dazed, lying flat on her back with Joy on top of her. She let out a faint gurgle of surprise as Joy planted a foot on her throat to keep her in place, asserting her dominance over the haughty Syrian heiress. Ossi's mouth opened as she struggled to breath, her gloved hands flapping feebly at Joy's ankle.

She was helpless to do anything but watch as Joy removed her own panties, before the other wrestler suddenly jumped forward, aiming to land squarely on Ossi's head!

"HMMMMMPPPHHH!" Ossi screeched in dismay as Joy's bare backside was planted on her face. Her arms and legs flailed aimlessly, her eyes going wide with shock as she was subjected to the humiliating position, smothered in the heat and scent of her opponent's rear.