Frederika Groß (D) vs Angelica Legrande (D) - Sexual Symphony

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Any and all resistance her feisty submissive put up was simply batted away, responded to with even more sex-driven power. The melting diva painstakingly groaned as her divine form was eroding after a long, yet oh so satisfying process. Steeled abs quivered as their tension begun wavering, thighs feeling the burning sensation of the battle, while the breasts could only be absorbed by the even greater pair it was smothered by. With Angelica reaching her breaking point, Frida had added hump upon thumping humps as her body once again brought the Frenchwoman to a collapsing wreck.

All this dominating though and in such close-quartered intimacy, Frida couldn't help but feel more hot and bothered. As much as she knew how to control herself, the truly grandiose sonata and even the unique delicacy her opponent was, only made Frida feel uneasy even she had chained up a writhing Angelica. For now though, it was imperative for the Matriarch to contain herself, and save the pleasantries for later. She only let out some low moans and breathy sighs as the German moved herself off the other sweaty frame in the ring. The floor now covered in wetspots and cum, and the crowd viewing the scene with perverted ecstasy, the German smiled to herself at the novelty.

She stood up and pulled the groggy Angelica onto her feet to where Frida stood behind her back, fully supporting her weight as it was clear the lady couldn't handle herself. Frida had yet a few more showboaty, but sexy moves to show off before her still incredibly likely win, planting and wrapping around the diva's thighs like a vine, and applying a pressured bend to the opponent like malleable dough. A stretch to squeeze out some more exasperated cries.

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Angelica was slowly losing consciousness, her muscled figure was rendered moot under Frida's curves that sank down and enveloped every surface on her body. The angel's lower body wasn't doing well either, her latest orgasm made her legs difficult to even respond to her mental commands. Even when every last drop of cum was finally squeezed up, the matriach continued crushing her under her weight to assure her dominance over this battle.

So, it came a suprise when Frida suddenly stopped, no longer pressin down on the angel. Her dazed mind barely processing when Frida pulled her up. Her legs were barely able to stand on their own, but her opponent was 'kind' enough to offer support by standing right behind her. Angelica could feel Frida's huge breast pressed down on her back, her aroused nubs poking her. Suddenly, one of Frida's legs began wrapping around hers. Her wet crotch placed on top of it, still soaked in arousal, and still throbbing for more excitement. Then the actual attack came as one of hers arm wrapped her own in similar fashion. Pain coursed throughout her body as the German Matriarch bended her body. Gasps of pain escaped from her mouth. Her hand that's under her instinctively grabbed onto Frida's thighs, fingers twitching every time her body was forced to curve painfully.

"D-dont think I'll... just..give...up." Angelica panted out. "I can s-sense your getting d-desperate!"

And Angelica could very much tell, with how Frida's smile became more predatory, and her thigh getting even wet.

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"You won't give up, but can you stop me?~"

Frida was slightly surprised that her little plaything was still hanging on by a thread, especially with the amount of times she came. Though in the grand scheme of things, it only added even more raunchiness to the symphony's progression, dramatic and agonizing staccato. It really meant Frida had more time to use up her opponent's body until it inevitably couldn't handle anymore. To literally rub salt in the wound, Frida used her free arm that was once massaging the firm buttock of her opponent now moved diagonally onto the delicious tum'. As the Frenchwoman's abdominals were stretched they were open to deceivingly comfortable rubs. Sore muscles would be further strained by pinching squeezes. Thighs would flex to put some pressure on the legs of the angel.

"You're too stubborn for your own good!"

But not all was in favor of Frida and an inevitable problem grew apparent. The German's teeming and sensitive nipples rubbed constantly against the silky surface of her opponent's skin. They couldn't contain their own pleasure as they expounded and even begun secreting juices again. Hot liquid milk drooped down Angelica's muscular back as the mother let out a surprised pleasured gasp. It truly felt all so good. It was a counterproductive move in actuality, as Frida slightly felt weakened in her hold, but she had another idea to keep onto her grip and also add some more wanton pleasures. She moved her head closer to Angelica's, closing the gap, and steadfastedly going for the lip's embrace. Immediately the Matriarch's tongue protruded and salvoed into the mouth of the assailed blonde. And perhaps, if Angelica couldn't break out of this vulnerability, Frida could gamble on a new move.

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The blonde angel gasped as Frida continued to put more pressure on her body, slowly stretching her in a way she never thought she could. She had to admit but Frida's right. How is she supposed to stop the German Matriarch? It was during this silent rumination, that she felt Frida's free hand groping her derrière and even pinching her abs. All the angel could do at this point was to hold on her moans as Frida had her way with her body.

But something unexpected happened. As her body twitched with every stretch Frida inflicted, her muscled back also repeatedly hit Frida's breasts. The soft sensation of those huge breasts hitting her back was the only reprieve she had. But this also made Frida aroused as well. Her hard nips rubbed against her solid back, arousing them to the point Frida's chest was leaking milk. What started as small drops slowly turned into small streams of milk, soaking the angels back.

Perhaps this is the chance she needed! Angelica began pushing herself back on Frida's chest, trying to squeeze as many of those delicious milk out of those huge mammaries. If this keeps up, she might be able to weaken her opponent, enough to escape. But her escape attempt was suddenly cut short...

Her eyes widened as she felt a soft pair of lips planted on her on her lips, and she saw Frida giving her a long, passionate kiss, her tongue excitedly prodding hers. She tried to resist, but perhaps due Frida being more experienced due to her age, Angelica wasn't able to push her back as she came enjoy the kiss

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Frida's affinity for the art of lovemaking meant she was experienced in the craft. She knew exactly how to make anyone an aroused mess including herself. Angelica was wrapped around her finger, and she could do whatever she pleased with the malleable mush. She pondered as she continued breathing in and out of the Frenchwoman's mouth, her tongue asserting dominion through experience. What else could she do to teach the younger woman a lesson in sensuality?

All of a sudden, Frida would release the abdominal stretch, her body detaching from the opponent's, the pressure quickly subsiding off Angelica. Lactate milk still prominent and thickened layers of sweat populated the angel's divine form. The same would be true for Frida, who's libido couldn't be contained with the amount of condensation that dripped down her eyebrows to the glossy liquid that streaked down her curvy thighs. However, Angelica wouldn't be allowed to roam too far from the Matriarch, only enough to be easily turned around, where the chests of both wrestlers stood in opposition, Frida's still showing signs of leaking. What the German mother saw as she stared down the aroused Angelica was a fun-sized toy, one that was desirable for squishing. And so, she would quickly spread her long arms out, entrapping the Frenchwoman tight around the waist. Rubbing the squishy doll against an old friend and hungry body, Frida would immerse herself in some classical body-to-body. If all this was done swiftly, she could then lift the angel off the ring floor, delectable breasts now in the view of the leering German.

"Such a naughty body, my child. Don't mind if I indulge in its pleasures~"

Her arousing bearhug would be further enhanced as Frida would begin violating the succulent nipples the angel's exposed body had to offer. Heavy and hefty breathing of arousal, which only illustrated how much Frida was enjoying this baguette.

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A growing pain radiated from Angelica's core as Frida's stretched her even more despite her own desires literally leaking down on the Angel's back.Though she didn't think much of it either considering she was being distracted by the matriach's kisses, her tongue prodding her mouth non-stop.

But before she realised, Frida had suddenly let her go from the abdominal stretch. The sudden relief from such a painful hold caused her to break from the kiss. When she turned around to face her opponent, Frida's arms wrapped around her body in a tight bearhug as Angelica was once again trapped in a crushing hold. The angel tried to escape from Frida's grasp, writhing futilely.

The sensation of Frida's perked nipples poking Angelica's breasts was initially aggravating but it quickly turned into pleasure as their connected bodies rubbed and pressed against each other. But she didn't stop there, Frida hoisted Angelica higher, now the matriach's face lined directly on to her breast. Before she could protest, Frida began sucking on them. The sensation of Frida's lips sucking on her tits sent shivers of pleasure down the Angel's spine as she rolled it about in her mouth to savour their succulent taste.

"Ngghh..!" Angelica moaned, pleasure coursing through her body once more. She tried wriggling herself, trying to pull herself out the hug. Thanks to the sweat they accumulated, her body was slippery enough to at least let her arms escape. Immediately, the angel tried to push Frida's head away, even tried pulling her hair, but she stubbornly clinged to the mound. In response, Frida only tighten the bearhug even further.

'If this keep up, Frederika will be the victor...' Angelica thought to herself. There's only thing left to do. If Frida wanted to suck on her breasts so much, that's exactly she will be getting! Angelica's arms wrapped themselves around Frida' head, then pushed her face deeper into her cleavage, smothering the German beauty.

"If you want to suck on my breasts so much, then have as much as you can!"

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Befitting of a living and walking sculpture, the angel's fine globes were a tangible delight. The smooth and impeccable texture illustrated the inherent eroticism associated with such a symbolic part of the body. Frida could appreciate a good set of succulent breasts and the divine angel of French origin provided a pair of heavenly aura. The German knew she would be exciting Angelica as her skilled tongue slickly maneuvered around those exposed mounds. In all their glory, she licked at the aroused pink nubs that only ascertained her plaything's nubile form. The sweat and streaks of juices that lathered the fair-skinned surface brought poignant moistness as her tongue continued its sensual exploration.

The sexual wonders that Angelica's body provided was more than enough to satiate the primal desires that lived in the conductor's mind. And she was sure the Frenchwoman felt the same way. The way she shivered as the mother's tongue deified the surface of her skin, as the motherly bosom rubbed the tenderized belly that had been fragmented via her own handiwork. It seemed as though her opponent entirely was a shell of it's former chiseled self. Now it was meek, soft, and off course an aroused paste. Yet, the human mind isn't solely captive to the body, for its limitations can be broken by the mind. As Frida perhaps enjoyed those wonderful tits a bit too much, Angelica had wiggled her arms free, utilizing what strength and adrenaline she had left to use the slippery surfaces as a conductor for escape. What followed was an initial rejection, as she attempted to push Frida's head away, hands digging into her now disheveled raven hair, to deny the German of enjoying those globed pleasures. Yet in a seeming change of heart all, Angelica seemed to reciprocate it. She pulled the German's head in, and pushed it further down the depths of the inviting cleavage.

At first Frederika was amused at the now dark sight, yet not surprised as Angelica surely wanted her to enjoy the body even closer. But then it came to her... she wasn't able to breath. By that point, Angelica had her caged up in the maze of her bosom. Frida panicked as she let out muffled screams, unintelligable words that simply couldn't be let out. She attempted to wiggle her head free from the alluringly soft, but in actuality, binding prison. Her head bobbed up, down and out against the arms of Angelica, just to get a whiff of fresh air again. In this way, Frida was loosening her hold and focused on getting her head out of there, but surely in an increasingly dazy state.

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The buxom angel smiled at her opponent's struggles, her arms wrapped around the older woman’s head as she smothered her with her chest. A quick wince of bliss escaped from Angelica's mouth as she felt Frida's head squirming within her to escape the smother. But it was too late for the German Matriarch. Adding to the smother, her legs wrapped around Frida's abdomen, crushing her midsection with a scissorhold. The additional pressure worked wonders as she felt more oxygen was pressed out Frida's body.

Eventually, her plan would came into fruition. Frida's hold on her body became loosened, the matriach on the verge of collapsing from lack of air. In a flash, she quickly pushed herself out from Frida! Angelica retreated a few feets away from Frida, weary of any other attempts to strike. But fortunately, her attacks just now had driven Frida to her knees, desperately trying to get as much oxygen back. But the French woman knew that Frida was still far from defeated. If allowed to recover, Frida would surely strike her back, and if Angelica had to be honest to herself, she doesn't think she could last anymore longer.

Thus, she immediately moved behind Frida, who was slowly standing back up. Powerful arms shot up around Frida's back and Angelica moved quickly. Hefting up the older woman, she leaned backwards and fell, knees bending until she stood on her toes as she swung Frida over her shoulders in a devasting suplex aiming to smash her head and shoulders into the mat!

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Frida couldn't believe her eyes, literally. Her vision blurred and shaked from side to side. What seemingly was an all but decided outcome was changed in a snap. Fate brought her to a precarious circumstance where her breath felt short, the deceivingly alluring smother served to asphyxiate alongside the flawless legwork that squeezed air out of the matriarch's body. In this crunching position she had no choice but to let go of her bearhug on the revolting Frenchwoman, in this sense also letting go of her own dominion. It was yet another dramatic twist to the song, as entrancing as a Vivaldi concerto, a significantly more raunchy and debauched version however.

The Frenchwoman rejected the instruction Frida had planned for her. As she stepped away from the downed German, Frida couldn't help but wish for a quick recovery. Still in a dazed state, filled with arousal, and dribbles of liquids illustrated a domineering foe now in a vulnerable state that would be quite enticingly erotic to view. The slow buildup of arousal was rising to come back to her. It was almost too good of a thing to have enjoyed herself in the dominating position. For all of the conductor's methodical calculation and arrogance, she had allowed herself to fall short for the sake of pleasure. Whether she regretted it or not was a different story. Nontheless, she was a sitting duck now, defenseless for the time being to what Angelica had to pull off in order to even the score.

A pair of arms serpentined around her figure, a squishing sensation of aroused nipples, along with doughy breasts added an eerily erotic sensation. The soft and moist sensation was a welcome feeling as the dazed yet aroused Frida felt the enveloping by the French diva. Then, in the blink of an eye, she felt the ground leaving her bare feet, the soft sensation turned to intensity, lifting into the air, only to crash down. Her head meeting the flat canvas, shoulders and back put into a painful crunch as the German matriarch was placed into a devastating suplex by an adrenaline-filled Angelica. Frederika could only yelp and moan in pain as her head ran in circles, now a fully immobile hunk of meat. Her teeming and decorated body now flat on the mat, heaving breasts rising up and out, stomach convulsing just to get a sniff of air. She could only clench her teeth and writhe in pain, not sure of what her opponent had in store.

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Angelica wiped her forehead, sweat coming down profusely. The angel was slightly hunched over, barely standing straight a she used the nearby to pull herself up after suplexing Frida. Speaking of the German, she glanced towars her. The suplex was resounding success as the german woman's body was twitching randomly, her breathing turned rapid and desperate. This was her chance to finish this. Angelica climbed up the nearby turnbuckle, carefully standing straight as she stood high above the audience and Frida below.

"From break and ruin, the most beautiful performance truly begins." Angelica to Frida. Whether the german heard her not over the loud audience meant little.

As soon as those words were said, she leapt. Like an angel descending from the heavens, The French woman's body landed perfectly on Frida. Taut muscles impacted her belly, pushing down her weakened belly. Her aroused breast slammed to their counterparts, finally molding and flattening Frida's. Angelica wondered if all the milk inside them would come gushing out. And her screams, oh her screams of pain and ecstasy were like the most beautiful symphony she has ever heard. Truly a testament of a fellow musician's ability to create music in such a state, even if it wasn't intentional .