Blanco Sombre v Eileen Sommers: Make or Break

[Luncha_Libre]

“Y-yeah, I dare!” Blanco grunted, through clenched teeth. The luchador was trying to sound tough, but he was already struggling to keep the redheaded German under control. With Eileen’s curvy yet toned buttocks grinding against him, however, and his manhood responding enthusiastically, the masked man was having a hard time keeping control of himself, let alone the woman fighting to get out of his submission hold!

Blanco tightened the leg scissor, hoping to work more air out of his buxom opponent’s body, before her thrashing would force him to let go. Blanco could hear Eileen coughing, and knew that at least for the moment, she was still getting the worst of this exchange.

At ringside, Holly was watching with a scowl. Eileen was clearly suffering, which at least gave Holly some satisfaction. Still, she couldn’t shake the feelings of jealousy and intimidation that the redhead inspired. Hugging her own body closely, trying to thrust out her already ample chest to provide a better profile, Holly moved up close to the ring to shout encouragement.

“Give her hell, Mis-wait, what’s she doing?” Holly’s encouragement turned to a gasp of horror as Eileen started to work her way into Blanco’s fingers … bending them back at a horrifying angle!

“AAARGH!” Blanco couldn’t help but scream as Eileen bent his fingers back! The redhead had started rocking with him, serving the double purpose of blocking the referee’s vision and taking the luchador’s mind off the match. Blanco had gasped as he felt Eileen rocking against his rock-hard manhood, and now she was making him pay dearly for that pleasure! Immediately Blanco released the leg scissor, and his grip on Eileen’s neck slacked as he cried out miserably.

[Devilish53]

Eileen showed absolutely no issue with bending the rules, nor joints, to her favour. Joint manipulation wasn't something outright illegal in wrestling, though it was heavily frowned upon. A fact that Eileen made use of heavily every now and then, case and point with poor Blanco Sombre.

"Damn..right.." She'd mutter to herself, peeling herself off only a little, so that she was on her own side against the canvas as opposed to resting solely on her male foe, though her back still grazed upon his skin. Contact she was more than happy to use, as a quick turn of her head to check if Blanco was still soothing his fingers was followed with a raising of her own arm up and back. Elbow pointing sharply out, as she looked to hit Blanco right in his midriff!

If such a strike was successful, she'd opt to create a little more distance, even coming to her knees if she could. Undoubtedly sharing a look at the onlooking Holly, especially after just trying to outright wind her partner!

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aaaugh,” Blanco groaned, his fingers screaming at him in pain. The luchador was used to things getting intense, but he wasn’t prepared for Eileen to take his fingers and crank them so close to the breaking point! Holding his arms out and trying to shake out the pain, the masked man couldn’t help but worry about what kind of damage Eileen had just done, and what that would mean for his prospective grappling, from here!

“OOFF!” Blanco grunted, rocked out of his thoughts by Eileen’s elbow, driven right into his firm abs. He’d still felt her back sliding against his skin, her soft skin against him, so the sudden elbow into his core really rocked him. The masked man’s head was swimming now, feeling like Eileen was coming at him from multiple angles. Blanco rolled away from her, just a few feet, hoping he could take deep enough breaths to get some air and recover.

At ringside, Holly was fuming. Blanco’s screams had made Holly fall silent, concerned for her man. Now, he was reeling. Holly moved toward the ring, grabbing the bottom rope as she tried to get a better view. Holly bit her lip, then looked up to see Eileen looking at her. Cheeks reddening, Holly tried to hide her worry from Blanco’s opponent, trying (and possibly failing) to present the fabled British stiff upper lip!

[Devilish53]

Eileen's glance with Holly only lasted a moment, but it was long enough for the plucky Brit to likely convey what Eileen was mouthing, or atleast saying with her eyes. Even then if she failed to, the brief hand motion Eileen gave as she rose, almost a 'come here' taunt of sorts, wouldn't be missed. Regardless of how Holly responded however, Eileen's focus was soon back on the one she was actually wrestling, as her right hand swung up and out to get those thick red locks entirely back over her shoulder.

With nought much said as she closed the distance again, Eileen once more sought to grapple her male foes top half. One hand holding his shoulder, the other would seek to wrap around the head of Blanco, and once more press his cheek rather firmly into her hefty side boob. Though this time she had little intent on holding on for long, as her eyes gazing out into the open space before them soon suggested!

Her hands clutching down tight as she kicked off her feet, Eileen looked to try and land on her rear as she lunged forward; lowering Blanco's head as she did, for the most standard of bulldog attempts!

[Luncha_Libre]

At ringside, Holly was seething. She wanted to complain to the ref, but Eileen wasn’t technically breaking any rules. Just making her man scream out in pain and pummeling his midsection. Worse though, the Brit caught that smug flash of a challenge that Eileen issued, and her fair-skinned face blushed a deep red. Crossing her arms and pouting, Holly bit her tongue and hoped for a resurgence from Blanco Sombre.

Winded and still nursing aching hands, Blanco wasn’t in much shape for a resurgence. “Agh,” Blanco grunted, as Eileen hooked hi around his head and shoulder. Blanco’s face was pressed hard against Eileen’s generous boob, his lips pressed against her soft skin as she smothered him slightly. Blanco’s free arm flailed at the side, but he was too far from the ropes to help. The luchador’s humiliation wouldn’t last long, as Eileen rushed forward, giving Blanco no chance to escape as she slammed him into the mat with a bulldog!

“Aaaah!” Blanco cried out, his head rocking off the mat with the impact of the move. The luchador rolled over, trying to push away from Eileen so that he could wrap his arms around his aching head.

“C’mon, Mister, get up!” Holly called out, her attempt at a calm demeanor cracking as she tried to rally her luchador. Blanco, meanwhile, could only try to roll on his back, and struggle against throbbing pain in his skull.

[Devilish53]

The moment Eileen hit the ground, ears ringing out with the sound of not only a satisfying impact but a cry of agony, a huge smile came across her face. She'd sit still for a moment, hands to her laps, appearing almost placid and nonchalant as she sat besides the head she had just pinged off the mat. This time, she barely avoided the urge to glare at Holly, instead turning her crowd to the masses before once more back to Blanco.

"Seems you're done already.." She'd tease and taunt, knowing full well her male foe still had some life about him, as she turned onto her knees. From there, her right hand would come across Blanco's side, pushing in an effort to shove him onto his back.

From there, Eileen would seek to cross her body across his, but in a manner that was far from quick. Coy grin to her mug, the redhead held quite the look as she slowly and firmly slid her thick breasts across Blanco's abs; hands sliding all the way down his midriff and hips before hooking around a thigh. Even then, her motion in raising that leg was not a quick one, as she appeared more like a woman crawling into bed than one seeking a actual match ending pin.

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco was laid out on his back, muscles twitching slightly as he processed the pain coming from his neck. Having been in the ring for much of his life, the luchador was used to taking a good slam. However, Eileen had gotten his head swimming before the bulldog, and so she took full advantage of the rough move!

The luchador winced as Eileen teased him about being ‘done already,’ her mockery adding insult to injury. Still, with the buxom redhead looming imperiously over him, it was hard not to feel small. At ringside, Holly’s jaw slacked open as she saw Eileen straddle her man, brushing up his body slowly as she climbed on top for a pin attempt.

“Nnngh,” Blanco Sombre moaned, feeling the woman’s full figure slide across his muscular body. He twitched as he felt Eileen’s hand slide down his midriff, his abs flexing, before she slid around his thigh. Blanco bit his lip, feeling as if she didn’t seem to pin him to the mat as much as she was tucking him into her body. Blanco was laid out beneath Eileen, his shoulders against the mat. His broad chest was heaving against Eileen’s warm body, leg in her arm, his rigid manhood pressed tightly against her to make his head swim.

“ONE!” Called the referee, snapping Blanco and Holly both back into reality. The Brit was watching in horror as Eileen staked out her territory on top of Blanco, but the count reminded her what was at stake.

“Kick out, David!” Holly snapped, frustration getting the better of her as she forgot her partner’s ring name. Hearing Holly snap made Blanco’s eyes shoot open. With a sharp jerk of his arm, Blanco jerked onto his side, breaking the pin count right before the referee could slap the canvas for two.

[Devilish53]

Eileen knew the pin wouldn't end the encounter there and then, but it was a sight to behold for the audience and Holly both as she slid across her male foe, claiming him for a whole second it seemed. And to her surprise, she'd be given another tool to play with in the form of Holly's outburst, even if it were a minor one.

"David hmm?" Eileen hummed, on her knees soon enough given she expected she'd be bucked off, dusting herself off almost as she tilted her head.

"Why don't you just come over here...David..." Her tongue seen as it licked the top of her lip; right hand patting the space infront of her on the canvas, as the other merely held her hip. Had this been the exact same scenario but with Eileen's personality swapped with that of someone whom actually possessed a heart, it might have been a dream come true...

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aaaugh,” Blanco moaned, having managed to buck Eileen off of him and survive in the match. Still, he couldn’t help but scowl beneath his mask, having overheard Holly slip up his name yet again. Outside the ring, the Brit winced, knowing she’d made a horrible mistake. “Maybe she didn’t hear,” Holly told herself. Right before Eileen hummed Blanco’s name.

“Damn,” Blanco sighed, hearing his name. Eileen’s domination just now had been humiliating enough, especially after his early control in the match. Rolling onto his side, Blanco took deep breaths and tried to steady himself. A task that became even more difficult when Blanco saw the way Eileen licked her upper lip, sending a chill through Blanco’s spine.

Blanco rolled up onto his knees, straightening his spine as he tried to recover. Head still swimming, however, Blanco couldn’t help but fall forward. Blanco landed on his hands and knees right in front of Eileen, fully aware of how vulnerable he looked as he stumbled right into the domineering Eileen’s reach.

[Devilish53]

When Blanco, or rather David, did indeed stumble before her, Eileen could barely hold back the smile on her face. It was common as hell for the redhead to attempt to command such a dominating aura, but for it to outright work like this? For the first time in perhaps a long while, Eileen's teeth were visible with how much she was smiling. Though she had no intent on letting that good mood of hers be used in any way that was at all beneficial, dare she say kind, for the male before her.

Leaning her top half over his, Eileen locked Blanco's arms above his back, as if she had just delivered a pedigree and held it. Her firm hips pressing to the top of his head, Eileen leaned more so as the seconds passed, soon enough letting her long red locks rest upon his back and sides.

"You're in quite the pickle aren't you, little David..."