L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Natasha could always count on Madeline having a retort on the tip of her tongue, even when...no, especially when her back was up against the wall, or the canvas in this situation. Natasha wasn't annoyed by this trait however, after all it would be quite hypcritical of her to feel that way when she herself tried to do much the same. So instead of glaring down at her Natasha simply smiled with confidence swelling within her breast for, in what she beleived had to be the final moments of this contest, she felt like she was in the driver's seat!

"So cute~" Even with the flood of dopamine, endorphins, and other chemicals lighting up her mind Natasha chose her words carefully, riding the high of locking up woman to woman with a goddess as she chose a word that would get the other's attention. "You still think you can win...I only wish...ah hah ohhh~" Her own words were interrupted as their clits clashed directly and then failed to seperate, moments stretching into what felt like minutes despite Natasha knowing it couldn't be more than a few seconds, the blunette mentally shouting at her body both to move and to keep up the pressure at the same time! Eventually their sweaty bodies would slide enough to break this war of clits and Natasha would only then exhale as she had been holding her breath without realizing it.

Only then did she finish her thought. "IF only I could present your cumming beauty so all could appreciate you as you deserve..."

Natasha's hands would descend upon Madeline's chest, squeezing roughly before swinging her right leg over top of Madeline and then pressing it down against her, nestling the ankle in between the Brit's breasts while Nat's other leg swung back behind her at the same time. Few were flexible enough to pull off a full split like this in such a close and intimate situation, fewer still who would do so while keeping thei pussy grinding feverishly with her rival's own womanhood. And then perhaps only Natasha could then lean all the way forward until both pairs of sweat soaked tits mashed together, nipples dueling even as she sought out Madeline's lips with her own.

"But I'm afraid I want you all to myself...so cum and give me everything Madeline~" With her little bit of wordplay done she would try to force a kiss, looking to finish this duel with a fight on as many fronts as possible!

Madeline lay pinned beneath Natasha's confident weight, the Frenchwoman's smile radiating that unshakable certainty as their bodies remained fused in slick, unrelenting contact. The Brit's sharp tongue had always been her shield, and even now, with ecstasy clawing at her composure, she refused to let it dull. Sweat plastered her brunette strands to her flushed skin, every nerve alight from the direct press of their clits, yet pride kept her green eyes defiant and sparkling.

"Haaanhhhh…and you’re…adorably optimistic…" Madeline countered with a husky purr, her voice steady despite the tremor building deep within. "You think this seat makes you the driver?"

Their clits locked in a prolonged, electric clash that stretched time into agony and bliss, forcing her to bite back a gasp as pleasure surged dangerously close to overwhelming. She held her breath alongside Natasha until their sweat-slicked forms finally slid apart just enough to resume the grind, the brief respite only sharpening her hunger.

Madeline's control frayed at the edges, her face betraying flickers of strain no matter how fiercely she tried to mask them with sultry smirks. She bucked upward in reckless abandon, hips snapping with desperate urgency to chase the edge for Natasha first, determined to drag her rival over before her own resolve crumbled. Yet Natasha's powerful shift came too swiftly, legs splitting wide in an impressive display of flexibility that kept their pussies locked while one ankle nestled between Madeline's heaving breasts, the other swinging back for balance.

The sudden lean forward mashed their sweat-drenched tits together once more, nipples fencing in frantic duels as Natasha's lips captured hers in a demanding kiss. Madeline kissed back fiercely, tongue warring even as her body trembled on the precipice, every fibre screaming for release she refused to grant just yet. "Greedy…mmmhmmm...little thing…aren't we…?" she murmured against those lips between heated breaths, words playful yet laced with competitive bite. "When I shatter you instead…the whole arena…mmhhhhh….will hear my name on your tongue….Hold on...a little longer….nhhhghh…if you can!"