Southern Heat! Delilah Jefferson vs. Drake "Domino" Vyril!

[overlordofkings]

"H...hmmmppp...." Was all Delilah could lamely reply. What, with those gorgeous legs choking her out and rapidly hemorrhaging her nearly deplete oxygen supply and the fact that she was still smothered by his package. She was sure that her face was going to have his scent by the time the match was done (not that was a bad thing mind you...) Still, she was in a much better position than a few seconds earlier. And so, her face reddening from both the headscissor and that coy smile on his gorgeous face, the ebony Southerner would attempt to use both of her hands to grab his taut thighs. Not so much as to grope them (well, okay, that was a teeny-tiny, part... but only teeny-tiny!), but so he couldn't squirm away from her when she attempted to raise up on her feet.

If Delilah managed to raise to a standing position, she'd hoped she would also be carrying Domino along with her, hoisting him on her shoulders. Then, with a smug smirk, even if Domino might not be able to see it, the black rookie would attempt fall forward down, trying to powerbomb the pretty boy to canvas to force him in letting go!

[CyanDimitrik]

Her hands move to his thighs, and they flex obligingly, squeezing her pretty face against his hips. "Hnnh..!" This feels like it could be it. He wants it to be it. To let her go down (ohoho) in a hold they're both enjoying, to conquer her in as sexual a way as possible without actually reducing the match to porn. He has limits!

Nevermind that he's currently bucking himself against her face.

Suddenly, Delilah puts forward a noteworthy display of strength! Drake latches onto the back of her head, eyes widened, abdominals flexed as he tries to keep himself from draping unceremoniously. "Whoa-whoa-whoa-"

WHAM.

The ring shudders with the impact of Drake's back slamming to the canvas. His legs fall open, unmistakably tented with what had been stroking against her. The young model twitches, supine before her, chest and abdomen heaving with every labored breath, his eyes shut and body open to her.

[overlordofkings]

Delilah found herself kneeling, grasping her neck as she took several gasps of precious air. She was using the middle rope to support herself as she found her face returning to its darker color as oxygen came rushing back to her brain. Grabbing the top rope to help lift herself to her feet, she would try to then move towards the fallen Domino, taking a moment to admire the glistening model's body as it convulsed, casting a wry smirk at the man's "pitched tent". Even after so many minutes into the match, the ebony beauty still couldn't believe how handsome Drake was.... among other things.

She chuckled and shook her head. There would be time for that kind of fun after she won. And with that, the Southern Belle would then bend down, attempting to hook the legs that had nearly choked her out mere moments ago under her arm pits. "My, you yanks sure are forward, Tryin' to get me to third base when you haven't even treated me to diner yet," Delilah would coyly jibe, as she'd then try to drag towards Domino towards the the turnbuckle.

And if the black beauty succeeded, she would then fall back, using the momentum to try and hurl Drake into the turnbuckle with a slingshot!

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino is, fortunately, blissfully unaware of his very visible and unmistakably excited condition. He simply groans on the mat as he tries to recollect himself, body starting to arch provocatively in front of her. What was she saying...?

"Nnh.. heh.. aheh.." A hand lifts to set over his face, rubbing away the daze as his legs are gathered. "..you kind'a loved it...," he challenges.

He finds himself slide along on his sweaty back towards the center of the ring. His arms begin waving, abs flexing as he curls inwards to try to dissuade her grasp. But she has a pretty solid hold. And as she whips back, he's launched in a skip towards the turnbuckles behind her! He impacts the padding hard against his face and chest, landing with him slumped and arched inwards against them, his arms draping the middle ropes.

[overlordofkings]

The dark Southern Belle would only give a giggle at Drake's reply, before she'd tossed him into the turnbuckle. Quickly getting back on her feet, Delilah would then try to wrap her arms around Drake's toned abdomen, before trying to pull him away from the turnbuckle. If she succeed, Delilah would then lean next to his ear and coquettishly whisper, "True... I think I liked it more then you're going to like this..."

And then at that moment, Delilah would attempt to throw herself back, lifting Drake with her as she tried to keep her waist lock in place, attempting to hurl Drake in a German Suplex, not unlike the ones he'd given her earlier. However, instead of letting go, Delilah would keep herself and Drake bridged, turning the suplex into a pin!

[CyanDimitrik]

Still dazed, Drake gives his head a few shakes to try and clear himself. But he feels a pair of hands feel along his bare midsection, pulling him up to his feet again. Feeling her chest against his back and still recovering from the impact against an unyielding cornerpost, Drake leans back against her. His hands settle over her wrists, his head tilting to brush his cheek against hers as she whispers.

And with a squeeze, he finds himself hefted! Legs kick out, but he finds himself impacting the mat behind her! His body folds over, legs kicking weakly in the air as he's pinned down to the mat.