L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Her airways narrowed into a straw, thinned by the wires of muscle. An irrefutable hug, where resistance felt as though a knife carved past her pallid throat. There was little left than to squeeze out a whimper that left her exhausted, unable to inhale, unable to stop the wetness that formed in her eye, unable to keep her tongue from fishing for air.

Pleasure would bloom with a painful aftertaste. Tender notions forced upon her breast that stabbed, pawed, rubbed and pinched. Each flavour of this sensation palette jerked her body; a shoulder lifted, then landed flush into the canvas, only for the other to reach up. Her own lithe palms, smoother than silk, shadowed Ina’s hand until her fingertips traced the jutted bone and knuckles of her hand that toyed; aroused the skin beneath her hold as her nipples welcomed the attention. A flutter skipped her heartbeat and arched her back into a hump. Her head turned one way, eyes rolled up as the flutters knotted inside her throat and exploded in her head an unexplainable high, and she didn’t want to descend from the clouds.

Pleasant as cloud nine was, there was always an illusion at play. An ignorance, a snake within the garden that sullies all. Such was her two legs that hooked the armpits, heel to shoulder and a crank that whipped and pinned her opponent to the canvas belly-up! As her airways rejoiced, she hacked a solid cough, sucked in air and wheezed once more.

Her hand reached back and pushed, so she propped up, and the other enveloped Ina’s waist, curled around one leg and around to grip the opposite thigh, then scooted forward to shuffle her waist underneath their back, and bit by bit, lift Ina’s waist skyward. The Ditzy Devil peeked from between their legs, washed in her heated face, chin just above the bikini bottom.

“Tighten it as much as you like. Ditzy will like it regardless….” She said with a grin, “ But before you tighten up,” Her index and middle finger walked along their thigh, around the bend and settled on the string of her opponent’s bikini, pinched with one hand and pulled delicately. “Loosen up a little, mk? Don’t worry though,.” The other hand swept up and pinched the other side. And her mouth dipped to press a kiss onto the ebony bikini bottom, where her tongue greeted the material, gaze locked onto her dear adversary. “I’ll teach you how to relax.” She said with a humble chuckle, just as she yanked the material up and rolled back with Ina’s bottoms in tow!

Ina gave into her desire to punish the cocksure devil for ridiculing her early in the match. Her attention solely focused on their suffering and how she could extend it. Even more so as she drank their fleeting expression while succumbing to her choke. Rache was sure she’d make a great example of her.

But that complacency bit the General in the form of a slam that knocked her dizzy! Ina collapsed above Ophelia as if she’d been shot! Her legs laid on their abdomen and splayed to their sides as her upper body arched to the canvas just between their thighs! Ina’s body merely followed as the Ditzy Devil tugged it to her whims. Her hips stuck to the air, her legs folded as her ankles rested above her shoulders!

Her delicate womanhood was on display as it pressed onto the tightness of her attire, presenting itself like open conquest.

"Nghhh!" Her lips snarled as she stirred! Not to the surprise attack or the embarrassing hold to which she was subject to right after! But to their incessant talking that made her predicament all the worse. She relished the quietness they had moments ago when she had them!

Ina then gasped as their fingers made first landing on her thighs. Their touch was soft but ominous. Something she sought to relieve once she recovered. And that thought materialized as they pinched the fabric and blew a kiss. Their breath coaxed her snatch just underneath. And by then she knew she has to act!

Her legs shot up even before they had the chance to finish the sentence! Two limbs snagged about their neck in a figure four! And then, she’d roll to her side with panache in her technique. It was a simple grappling maneuver meant to flip the tables as it would make the Devil right back where she started from! On her back, if it worked!

This was much better.
Something that could stop that blaring in her ear. The taunting was rancid. But! This was fun. Wrestling this woman torque back, that feeling of hateful superiority swept her off her feet! More was to be had. It’s a blanket that she’d rip from this German’s jaws, see what lies underneath such a firey attitude, if not just the sight of the woman’s snatch. And she folded up like a seasoned veteran too! The Ditzy Devil couldn’t withhold her smile, the shimmer in her eyes like gazing upon a candy bar. She tantalized her meal with a breath, the serene swipe of her hands, maybe a squeeze or two, and a giggle for her troubles. It was that chuckle that brought her down.

Legs pincered her neck, hooked and locked. The right amount of muscle and squish squeezed her airways shut, loving yet violent. Her eyes gaped, hands curled around the four, clawed Ina’s inner thighs. Turning her over was no issue. She collapsed on the side, and the headache swirled in her head, then peered at overbearing lights that stabbed her view, murky and made her squint. The choke wet her eyes, heated her cheeks into an erotic ruby blush, made sweat around her neck until she opened her maw, rolled her tongue on her bottom to lap for air. All she achieved was some coughs. Her hips writhed, twisted back and forth, to try and offset Ina’s hold in any capacity. Both feet slammed into the canvas, legs spread wide as she pushed her hips off the mats, attempting to dislodge Ina one last time before she could muster a solid grip!

Foreplay shouldn't be like this, she thought! But the Ditzy Devil was just as stubborn as she was pretty and hot! Ina had to bring to bear her legs again to seize her! Now resided at the sides of her neck. They wound tight against it and squeezed, trying to block their airways. The silky plush of her inner thighs grazed their features as they heated up! Molding against their soft cheeks. Her covered snatch hovered the hot bubbling of Ophelia's breath as it tickled her insides. It reminded her of the humiliating position she found herself in before!

"Why don't you stay there like a good girl. Maybe I'd consider not breaking you too badly!" Ina chirped as she was set not to let her go this time. Ina felt their body tense with their next move.

The sound and ruffle of their feet upon the slightly bouncy canvas! The change of heart in the Devil's expression as she thought she could outsmart her again! Ina's arms struck like vipers when their legs spread and hips bucked! Her hands stood between their success, stopping them midair as they seized their slender thighs!

"Wrong move... General" Ina flashed a grin as she kept that hold! Bountiful backside then scraped and mushroomed their chest as her hips shifted to turn! Her delicate thighs untwined and reapplied the noose when their flat, athletic abs met face to face! Her chin dipped to touch the fabric, and her breath hitched! Her cheeks burned, so close in proximity to what she sought after so early into the match. Nothing turned on a sadist more than easy prey.

Soft, angelic kisses then slathered their inner thighs. Bubbling pleasures keeping them at bay as her fingers slithered into the fray. Her middle and ring finger tiptoed like a burglar upon their sheathed treasure until they reached the very base. And in one fluid motion, Ina swiped their bottom to the side and ran her middle finger in a sensual course through their pink folds, spreading them before settling on their clit in slow teasing circles!