A Goddess and A Menace! Aphrodite vs Isabella Rose

[Violet]

With the goddess now subdued and pinned, Isabelle finally could go for a real taste. Their lips meld together in a sensual kiss maybe a bit forceful as the stubborn French still felt sour with the sudden ploy of Aphro to spread her legs earlier that spoiled the fun. Isa's tongue dove down the blonde's throat, mingling with theirs through the drool that now spill out of their cherry lips' corners. The taste and the sensation felt just as good as the first time, making the French giddy with a grin between each kiss.

"Why don't you just give up already so we can take this on my place?" Isabelle moaned before trying to trap Aphro's legs with a grapevine pin to prevent her from getting away like last time. "My place's real close.." Isa closed with a deep kiss to try and further enthrall the goddess. If successful, Isabelle would try to stretch Aphro's legs apart, cranking it from time to time to try and get whimpers mixed with their kiss!

[SimplyMoon]

Aphrodite had been taken by surprise by this French wench in a surprising manner. It had been assumed when the match started that this younger sister of another wrestler (one that she was sure to face one of these days) would be sweet and far more innocent. This was wrong as the girl had struck a blow far more lurid than expected. First the boobplex and now straddling and kissing her. If memory served correct this was her schtick, not this Isabella girl, kissing and invading her mouth with her tongue, pinning her down. Worst of all her legs were being further stretched apart, spreading her out and leaving her in a mixed state of both pain and pleasure, making her moan into their kiss together and giving the audience a relatively decent view. It was utterly ridiculous to be in such a position, humiliating for a woman of her stature, but she had to endure, working now as her own tongue wrestled back with Isabella. She would not be cowed into submission for such a slight against herself.

[Violet]

She finally had the goddess for herself! No fighting back, pinned and stretched under her supple form. She could feel Aphro’s nipple through their thin clothing as her chest flattened theirs. Her tongue invading her throat as their drool now all spilled sloppily on Aphro’s lips and cheeks alone. It was pure bliss, displayed on the bright blush on the French’s cheeks and her closed eyes as she savored the Goddess!

“Mmmff! You’re too good for me Aphro! Mmmphh!” Isabelle said between gasps of air from their long sensual kiss. She’d then join their wrists together above their head, forcefully pinning them with one hand as the other snaked down Aphro’s chest. Her fingers then immediately spread to cup their voluptuous tits and give a tight squeeze! A dominant, forceful one as if to try and juice them like a lemon. Middle and pointing finger would then trap their nipple and squeeze! Pinching it as she tugs on the soft flesh between kneading presses with her warm palm and rubbing the nub between her fingers.

All of it was deliberate though. To subdue the Goddess under a sea of pleasure before she forcefully would try to forcefully tug the ring that valiantly held together the cloth that contained their voluptuous chest, exposing it to the crowd!

[SimplyMoon]

Aphrodite had been outplayed here, caught off guard that this younger sister had a bit of skill on her own part, deftly managing to sneak her way to a rather strong position over her. The goddess was pinned down and stretched out in bad position, tongue overpowering her own and sliding into her throat. When they'd finally break for kiss, Aphrodite was gasping for air with arms punned up above her head, "It's Aphrodite...." the blonde supposed goddess spoke in response behind gritted teeth, correcting her opponent before feeling the next attack of sorts upon her succulent and curvaceous body.

Of course, this attack was right upon one of her most valuable assets, that being one of her excellent breasts, Isabella's finger targeting her nipples directly over the thin white cloth that was her sling style bikini. Eyes twitching, Aphrodite was holding back a whimper as she went at it, squeezing and pulling on them as if she was trying to slowly milk them. There was some skill there, some good technique. Unfortunately, however, this was a match, and she couldn't really enjoy that sort of thing for the time being. It was just enough a distraction to let Isabella remove the ring, plump breasts popping out from behind the strained bikini.