Heavens Arena

Wakabe: I am preparing in the lockerroom. putting on my trademark yellow attire. It had been a tough fight but I managed to knock Lucy out and pin her. This was mt second tournament but last time I was eliminated in the first round. Now more determined then ever to make Lady Lunala proud, I am confident that I will advance to the finals. My next oponent was tough though, currently undefeated in the arena, what's more she never had to fight in the first round and advanced due to a technicality. She was still fresh while my leg was heavily bandaged after Lucy had bitten into my calfs. Still I will not be denied tonight, with that in mind I leave the locker room, ready to go to war.

Opan1: The arena is roaring awaiting another great match in this estabilishment. They know wakabe from the previous tournament while Opan from individual matches. Wakabe has shown great gritt in both fights and opan always prestige and energy. The announcer chants the fighter into the arena the first one to enter is.....opan!!! But she's weird. Unlike her usual bouncy self in an elegant or erogenous clothes, she instead stumbles slowly and sleepily into the arena in an oversized hoody and bare legs, at first dissapointed the crowd silently gets increadingly to like this side as well and at a second look her current clothes are erotic for a lot of viewers. I get into the ring and yawn as i await wakabe

Opan1:

Wakabe: MY music hits and I make my way to the ring. It's my usual march no posing or fanfare, just a straight forward walk a fast pace. Fans have a mixed reaction to me making it this far. Some enjoy the little girl that can bring so much violence to the ring, in my last fight I won by launching myself from the ropes and stomping both feet on the back of my opponents head while she was prone, driving her head through the canvas. Others hate that I don't ussually engage in the erotic style that is allowed in the arena. And in this mic of cheers and vulgar comments I slide into the ring, staring across for I see Opan who looks.....different. Is this a trick or something? she looks like she just got out of bed. I remove my glasses and place them in their protective casing beside the ring, then I go to meet my opponent. "Uhm....hi.....nice to meet you......Opan....are you ok?....You...look.....tired?"

Wakabe:

Opan1: I stumble slowly towards the center with my hands in my pockets and you see that i don't even have my eyes open until i reach the center and hear you greet me "yaaaaawwnnnn~" i rub my eyes "mhh? Ah yey yes i made an gaming marathon for 24h and didn't get a wink of sleep, but don't worry about me i'll be less on the offense today for an change, yawnnn.....good for you....i'll just put you to sleep first before i follow" giving you an playfull smirk. As i yawn ydt again the bell rings

Wakabe: She was.....playing.....a marathon.....right before a fight? My brain is trying to make sense of this, is she nit taking this tournament serious? Or wait, is she not taking ME serious!? Whatever the case, Opan looked like she could not be bothered to be here. No matter, I make this quick for her so she can return to her games, or to bed. As the bell rings I rush in with a flying knee aimed right between her breasts, on the solarplexus.

Opan1: The first attack was made by you, not suprising seeing my lack of energy, but just as you fire up an knee and jump up to hit me at my solarplexus, to your suprise i made a simple side step and perform a hand edge strike to your neck and look over my shoulder to see you crash down yawning "maybe i should have tripped her mid air yawwnnnn~ eh whatever, next time"

Wakabe: I crashed down to the mat and use the momentum of the fall to roll back to my feet. I rub my neck where you just struck me. So clearly she is not as out of it as she looks, maybe she is faking it, so I'd drop my guard? Anyways I cannot be recklous if I want to win this. I approach again, deftly sliding into striking range, opening my combo with a palm strike aimed under your chin, meant to snap your head back. Then I follow up with a jumping spinning heel kick aimed at your stomach.

Opan1: I see your aproach filled with ambition, i look suprised at how sturdy you are, able to shake off the strike, confused i look at my hand, pretty red at the impacting place, throbbing "this girl....! Is not to be underestimated!" But i was too late, you closed in on me and got an clean hit on my chin in, then follow up with a jump kick, but i block it at the nick of time, grabbing your foot i spin around and throw you towards the hard corner after gaining enough momentum to do so

Wakabe: I get spun around for a while until you let go and I fly to the corner. Fortunately I manage to reach out midair and grab the toprope, preventing my head from slamming into the turnbuckle. I make a perfect vertical hand stand in on the top rope of the corner. Looking at you upside down. "I am still awake Opan, maybe you should gonto sleep before me today?"

Opan1: Impressed by your show of atheltism i give you the hance to reposition yourself, while i take the time to stretch out for real doing the cammy pose and everyone is looking expectadly at our next move

Opan1:

Opan1: After having stretched i lighty bounce one my toes, my hoodie with me and all the guys staring intensely to get a peek on if i have anything under my hoodie or not

Wakabe: Even though there apears to ben an opening you do not capitalize on it, opening instead to stretch out. I hop down from from my perceel position and start to circle around you, analizing your body. I wait for you to finish stretching. "Is our princess ready to continue to continue our match?"

Opan1: I smirk and look at you with newfound energy "ohhh yeah, let's do this!" I await until you circle behind me and make a run towardas the ropes to bounce off for more speed. Running at an incredible speed towards you i try to trick you by feinting a punch which leaves me very open only to jump and deliver a double knee strike to your belly

Wakabe: Your feint works as I go to block your punch both of you knees drive into my stomach . I stagger back into the ropes, this time I am the one using them to bouncde myself right back into the frey. I suck up the stinging pain in my abs right now and laund a front kick in your direction. This is only a set up for my real attack thouhh, a step up enzuiguri. After which I will take a few seconds to nurse my stomach.

Opan1: I catch your front kick, but then you go for an enzuiguri and with that follow up kick you hit me clean in the face. My head snaps back and i let you go as i circle one time before i trip over my own legs and flop face first limp to the ground, my eyes roll back and i drool on the ground. I seem to be stunned for now

Wakabe: After my kick aI land on all fours. I had to push past the pain in my stomach to pull this of, but I was now forced to deal with it. I get up to one knee, and then a standing position, nursing my stomach. You kneestrike was painful, and your foot work was slick. If I wanted to gain the advantage I would have to compromise that. I turn to and grab a hold of your ankle, then I attempt to flip you onto your back. If I get you there I will clutch you foot tight an roll over into a dragon screw, attempting to violnetlent twist your ankle.

Opan1: You lay me on my back and lift a leg to prepeare for an dragon screw, thinking fast i push up on the ground with my hands and use my free leg to pounce you away to interrupt your move, with my kick aimed at your vulnerable belly "Not so fast!" I yell to psych myself up

Wakabe: As I go for the dragon screw, you intercept me with a kick that blow the air out of my longues. You were not in the ideale position to kick hard, but it catched me completely by surprise. I let go of your foot and stagger back nursing my stomach. In an attempt to keep the momentum on my side, I try to close the distance again, this time I will attempt a jumping elbow drop.

Opan1: You seem to follow up with an relentless elbow drop, qnd knowing it's too late to fodge i get my arm to block ot from hitting anywhere vital, but the impact is so strong that i roll to the side and struggle in pain, holding my arm "ARGHHHH!!!! I'll get back at you for that!!!" I cry in agonising pain, trying to crawl to the ropes

Wakabe: Blam! I land down on you, driving the point of my elbow down. When you try crawl to the ropes your threat of retaliation falls on deaf ears. Ok, I got momentum on my side time to bring out the heavy artillery. I position myself behind and grab your hood and use it to pull you up to you feet. Then I wrap my arms around your waist, attempting a german suplex, with a bridging pinhold.

Opan1: A visible confusion is aooearing on my face as the way smaller girl suddenly gets me up on my feet and positions herself for an german suplex. Trying to stop you i position my wieght down and hit you 4 times with my elbow to your open side, but at the end you managed to lift me and slam into the ground. You bridge up for the pin and the ref yells "ONE...." noticing this ordeal i push up to roll off and free myself, quick going for an elbow drop of my own to break down the bridge you're doing

Wakabe: 4 elbows dif into my ribs, but I stay strong and manage to lift you up for the german suplex. I work out a lot and am quite muscular, so despite my smaller frame I can lift and slam most of my opponents. That said it does take me quite some energy to do it. Still I flip you over and land the bridge, but you are slippery and before the ref even hits a two count you roll out of the pin while I am still stuck in the bridging position. You elbow drop crashes down on me and while my bridge falls all the air ir driven out of me.

Opan1: I feel how my elbow digs deep into your gut and just how your bridge crumbles down then I press you down flat on your back for my next move. I run towards the ropes besides us and step onto the first and second rope to jump into an backflip to land into a bodyslam across yours, if it hits i go quickly for a leg, grabbing you by your pretty muscular leg, for an single leg hook pin "sorry sweety but you turned out way more dangerous than i thought"

Wakabe: I can see you coming down on me with a moonsault, but am still to slow to raise my knees or move out of the way. What little air had been inhaled back into my lungues was knocked out again. My legs come of the ground as you land, almost comedicly high. Still I have enough strenght to kick out. More dangerous then expected am I? Well she at least seems to be less casual about this whole situation. I roll away and try to get back on my feet, using the ring ropes as support.

Opan1: "You managed to break free as expect, i was too optimistic with that one" licking my lips like a wildcat seeing it's prey limping away, i let you get up and meanwhile run towards the other side, bouncing off the ropes to propell myself again and dash towards you in an attempt of spearing you through the gaps of the ropes into the ground outside the ring

Wakabe: My stomach hurts but I am slowly regaining oxigen. I turn to see you bouncing off the ropes and charging at me. To counter this is actually quite easy and takes no energy, I simply allow myself to fall on my back holding on to the second rope to create a bigger opening for you to pass through. "Far to optimistic, Opan!"

Opan1: My energetic and happy face turns to an almost comical fsce of realisation as i paas through the gap myself and fallout the ring to the ground, groaning. The ref start the 20 count "1...2...3...4...5....6" at 6 i manage to get up and try to climb back in mumbling "i'll show her!"

Wakabe: Seeing you get back into the ring I decide I want to gove you a taste of your own medicine. As you climb up I run the ropes charging right at you. Attempting to spear you through the ropes, much like you tried to do with me. "I'll show you how it's done!"

Opan1: I look up seeing you as i climb up, but i readlily lay myself flat on the edge of the ring and pulled the middle rope i was holding on to to let you feel your own medicine as well. I giggle "far too optimistic, wakabe!" Grinning at this situation

Wakabe: Much like you I have a dumbfound expression on my face as I flyby my intended target. The crowd roars in laughter as we both crash and burn in the exact same way within the 20 seconds. I land chest first on the barricade, and the referee starts the count once again. 1.....2.....3.....4. Eager for the crowd to take me serious again I turn around looking for my opponent, so I can plan the best form of attack.

Opan1: Learned from the mistake of my opponent i jumped up from the highground of the ring at you trying to deliver an dropkick against your face to get you crashing down th barricades right behind you, as i jump i yell "heads up shorty!"

Wakabe: As I turn around I see the soles of your feet already inches from my face. Of course you connect and I am sent down on my back. I clutch my nose which you've hit clean. "Ouch ouch ouch ouch" Rolling on my back I try to crawl away from you.

Opan1: Fired up i speak with an loud tone for the crowd ro hear "what's wrong!? You wanted me to take you seriously so you better don't break before your time is up!" I take a wide circle around you to get enough momentum for a kivk against your already injured sides i have targeted before to kick you against the barricades yet again as i hear "12.....13....." i gasp "oh so late already! I gotta go byeeee~" i skip toward the ring to climb in

Wakabe: Blam...blam, I take 2 more kicks before you retreat back into the ring. My right eye twitches in annoyance of your trash talk, clearly you are goading me in to acting reckless, but knowing this it still annoys me. "....14......15.....". Crap, I wish I had more time to recover, but no time to catch my breath it seems. If I simply slide in your boot will be waiting for my cranium. I rush to the ringsteps and walk up to the turn buckle. Once there I grab the top rope then jump up , using it to spring board me into a flying sidekick, aimed at yout chest.

Opan1: I was awaiting for you to vome up from the side and end the match via count out after kicking you down, but you emerge from the turnbuckle and flying at me, from ypur high angle i was sure you would aim at my head and raise my guard up high. "This won't cut it!" I snarl at you, just before your side kick against my voluptrous flesh, clapping against each otherfrom the impact, making me let out a very sensual moan. "Ah w-w-where are you aiming at!?" Holding my hurt breast and trying to step away from you

Wakabe: I connect with something soft, before I met any resistance. Your baggy hoody concealed your figure, but clearly you are well endowed when it comes to breasts. People in the crowd chuckle at your moan and encourage me to hit you in the same spot. Meanwhile the situation makes me blush. "I was aiming at your solarplexus your.....things, just got in the way!" I step in with a round house kick aimed at the side of you head, then I follow through and spin around in to a legsweep using the same leg.

Opan1: You smack me straight actoss the face with your kick, but i'm gritting my teeth and jump up as you try to sweeo my legs under my feet and try to land with my heel on your side, aiming at the same point yet again and try to follow up with an boston crab "ohhh i know why you did it, jealous~?"

Wakabe: You trap my leg in one smooth motion, and soon I find my other leg trapped well. Before I can react I am flipped on my stomach and bent backwards. I have a back ground in gymnastices to my back is quite supple, but even so this move is still pain full. And then you insinuate I might be jealous of you. My own tiny orbs are often made fun of, and while I don't mind being damn near flat, it still annoys me when people make fun of them. When I try to retort, you can hear exactly when boston crab is locked in. "Jealous , on those those stupid jugs of yours, don't make me lau_AAAAARRRHGG"

Opan1: I eyebrow twitches in anger and i answear with an pasive agressive tone "fine! Then you won't mind me taking some revenge on you" i bend back to the point where my face is nearly besides you and your legs and back arch up, looking like a stick about to break "do you give!?"

Wakabe: You bend me back so far, my feet end up scary close near my head. "IIIIIEEEEhdhd, NEVER!!!!AHAhhaaaagh" The pain is terrible, but my innate flexibility keeps me in the match. I try desperately to use my arms to crawl towards the ropes. If I can just force a rope break.

Opan1: You get closer towards the ropes, but just to get on your nerves i wait until the last second to let go on my own and talk in a obviously sarcastic way "ohhh man you were sooo close, but lucky you i let you go, or else you would have tapped Lol. Anyway let's get to the revenge part i was saying" i try to get your sportsbra over your head and free ypu petite chest of it, swinging it on my finger making the crowd go wild

Wakabe: I feel relieved when you finally let go, but the pain is slow to fade. The hold was excruciating, but I had to much fight in me to give up yet. I grit my teeth in anger as you mock me. When I rise to all fours you do something I wasn't ready for. With one swift movement my sports bra is pulled of my chest and over my head, by the I realise what is happening my bra is already around my wrists, and I cannot stop you from taking it. My eyes open wide in shock, my mouth is moving as if it trying to form words, but none come out. I quickle cover my tiny chest with both arm, and try to scoot away from you while you show of my bra to the crowd. Then I feel the turnbuckles in my back.

Opan1: I slowly walk up to you slinging your bra towards the crowd "you don't have to cover up cutie♡ let me make this even for you" i take off my hoodie and hang it right above you on the turnbuckle, winking at you as i sit down on your lap in my night gown "let me make it up for to you" aa you're lying fown, leaned against the turnbuckle i use my mounted position to push your face into my cleavage for an breast smother in a pair of E-Cups

Opan1:

Wakabe: I watch awstruck as you cofindently take of your hoodie revieling the skimpy night gown underneath. It leaves very little to the imagination. Your body is both toned and curvy, must be a genetic lotto win. My face now turned beet red and still covering up. I try to retirt but am interupted again when you smother me. "Owm now you are just showing of how bigger your breas-hmmmmppmhhmhphf"

Opan1: "Shushh♡ you can try to get out but i have an hunch that you will like this" i hold your head pressed into my cleavage, using a free hand to try get past your arm to begin teasing a nipple of yours. To sowly building up the lust in you i rub my knee againyt your kitty as well, keeping my balance to stay mounted when you start squirming

Wakabe: My nipples had always been very sensitive and playing with it so deftly. my legs being wedged open by your knee so you can rub my crotch, is also making me feel aroused. I would normally enjoy this, but not in front of a crowd! PErhaps mercifully I am effectively gagged by your breasts, so my moans are muffled and impossible to hear. I grab the top ropes and pull myself up to a standing postion. I have to escape soon.

Opan1: I haven't expected you to try getting away upwards, as i slide of your lap and you forcefully drag your head up, but i'm not so easily shaken off and instead wrap my legs in an body scissor around your belly and hold on to the turnbuckle as my i try to continue what my hands were doing "i won't let you go that easily sweety♡"

Wakabe: I am on my feet, step 1 of my escape plan is a success, butt now you are wrapped around me like a koalla, and I can still not get away. But I cannot think purely with combat moves. You had stripped my bra and tried to stimulate my snesitive spots. It is clear to me what kind of match this will be, and if I do not respond in kind, you will like defeat me. So wit both arm still free I grab the sides of you your panty's waistband and pull them up in a hard wedgie, even turning it into a spinebuster if it causes you to let go of the ropes.

Opan1: You suddenly wedgie me and puah through to undo my legs, i hope to stop you in your track by teasing your still untouched nipple, which is already perking up in excitement, craving for my touch. My kegas seem to come off little by little, but i can feel how your bruised sides is throbbing after having endured over half of my attacks, having built maybe a good winning strategy, but for now you peel me off the corner and slam me to the ground in a spinebuster. I have to let go and my limps fall spread eagledto the ground

Wakabe: I squeeze my lips together to keep from moaning as you work over my other nipple. Eventually though I succeed and you let go allowing me to layout out on the floor. Wanting payback for my bra, I start to try and pull of you panties. Not only to emberass you, but if this fight will involve sexual action, I will need you womanhood to be freely accessable.

Opan1: Still out of it, i'm just rolling my head in pain and whisper pained moans as you free me down under. My legs moving qcording to my panties beeing slided off and dropping down excited the whole crowd, split on some hoping for me to make you squirm again and the other side hoping for you to make me cum infront of everyone. The loud cheers allows me to slowly recover, pushing my upper body up to see you holding my panties. I blush and cream out in a girly voice "w-what are you doing you pervert! I knew youhad an look of an predator!"

Wakabe: "PERVERT!? You hypocrite, you are the one that stole my bra and rubbed my..my" I am turning beet red from both anger and embarrasment as I explain back to you how you harrased me. I then come to the realisation I have no time to waist, and reach down to grab bot your ankles and spread you legs openwide, while my barefoot is place right on your woman hood, rubbing it slightly.

Opan1: My legs are spread and you go for an electric massage, at first you go slow making me squirm and my ears becoming redder. I hold your ankle and try to pry it off of me, but struggle to do so in my current position. "Nghhh♡ you think this will suffice!?" I snarl back smiling excited

Wakabe: With clear malace in my eyes, I snarl back. "Well maybe I should try this move instead? It worked so well for you!" And with that I try and step over and flip you on your stomach into a Boston Crab. Leaning back with all my strength wrenching you back.

Opan1: Lucky for me, i am very flexible by nature, able to bend my legs up ro my head which allows me to medigate most of the pain in this move, but my spine has limits as well. Crawling towards the ropes to free myelf from this pain "you're so going down!"

Wakabe: You are strong and I notice you gettign even closer to the ropes. I know you will reach them eventually and I cannot force you to submit before then, so I change up my approach. I let go of one leg, switching to a single leg boston, and I use my free hand stimulate your now exposed womanhood. gently rubbing the folds and teasing your petal.

Opan1: Little pants and moans begin from your new way to aproach this. I plant my forehead to the ground hiding my face, but i can't stop moving, not after you up the intensity of the hold, i csn already feel my spine reaching it's limit "COME ONNNNNN!!!!!! JUST A BIT......MOOORE!!!" my finger reaching the rope for a light tug, yelling for the referee tp see, he looks at it and drclares a rope break

Wakabe: The shout for a rope break, but I know he has to count to 5 before he can actually disqualify me. So instead of letting immediatelt I continue to stimulate you, my fingers now invading your folds. "Looks like someone has gotten nice and wet for me" I let go just in time to not be disqualified. When I eventually do let go, I quickly turn around and grab a two hands full of hair to pull your head up, and drape your neck across the second rope, before attempting to press down on it with my knee, trying to choke you.

Opan1: Yearning for an breather i lie paralysed after you finally released me, holding my back in pain, like an complete ragdoll you pick me up amd start to choke me on the rope. At first too weak to fight back, i am able to regain my composure and make use of the fact that you're standing on one leg, by sweeping you off the ground with an arm and then holding onto your ankles i roll out the ring, pulling you towards me with the lower rope right between your legs, grinding against your womanhood

Wakabe: You are slippery like an eel, and manage to sweep me off my feet. Showy a good amount of ring savvy you slide out of the ring so your escape is also a form of offense. In shock I immediately try to kick you off and roll in to the ring while nursing my womanhood, thanking the heavens I still have my shorts and undies on. If I went in there bare it would have given me burns on my most delicate area.

Opan1: Seeing you on the ring, busy nursing yourself, i get up "I can't lose momentum" i mumble as i jump up the ropes for an bodysplash on your back, ready to make pancake out of you under me. Trying to follow up witha dragonsleeper if executed right

Wakabe: You hit me with yet another body splash and before I can even think on how to respond, you wrap your arms around my neck in to dragonsleeper.This is a dangerous move to be in, I have seen plenty of wrestlers be put to sleep with this very hold. So like a womanpossesed I start to elbow you in the ribs, trying to force a break.

Opan1: I knew that this move was effective, but so much so that you freaked out the moment i applied it? Oh yes, that's it. Lucky for me in your current position, your elbows are not very strong, allowing me to tank a lot of them. They're hurting nonetheless and you sure try to do as many as humanly possible to get to the necessary count for me to let go, but i stay valiant and lean back to bend you even further and chocking you real good "get comfortable wakabe this will purge the fire within you!"

Wakabe: This is bad, I am startin to slowly fade. I'll just have to shift my weight, and then if I twist my arm here, I can squirm oout of it. Using the technical know how that wakabe has (even if her writer doesn't) she tries to finesse her way out of the dragon sleeper.

Wakabe: I would talk trash back, but I am being strangled at the moment

Opan1: You're twisting around my arm to freedom, but not to a total one, because after shifting your body you land right between my legs and sure chest on my belly. What must have been a chaotic escape for you ended up for me as an unexpected but funny sight as you wiggle yourself right into my arm "oho~ what do we got here?" I have the perfect welcoming in mind, using my egs to make you do a split, trying to rip your shorts. To make time for that i intertwine our fingers and kiss you. Showing my immense experience from countkess sexfight to swiftly get your tounge to dance with mine

Wakabe: I break free and gasp for air as the brainfog starts to dissapate. But no sooner am I free or I am caught in yet another hold. Our hands lock together and you forcefully though passionately plant your lips on mine. "*gasp* Not you crz-hmmmhmhmhmpf". For a second time during this match you silence me midsentence. You are an amazingkisser and for a while I lose myself in your kiss, my eyes star to flutter close, when you use your legs that are interlocked with my own to force me into a split. My eyes go wide open in shock, but I do not breafree from your kiss, infact, they start to flutter again. Mercifully my kickboxing shorts don't rip.

Opan1: I notice your short not ripping, but something even better unfolding infront of me, you closing your eyes and indulging into the kiss. My vixen tounge managed to finally seduce you and with a clear advantage in these kind of battles i try to make you feel even better to fog your mind and trying to make you forget the mstch snd solely live for the moment, pushing mysrlf ontp you to lay down, with me on top. I place a hand of yours on your own chest tp keep you pccupied while mine goes down to free your lower half of that damn shorts (the true boss fight)

Wakabe: You tongue invades my mouth and works it magic. my eyes flutter into this vague stare, as I lose myself in the moment. Losing sight of the fact that I am supposed to be in a match. When my hand is placed on my chest I subconscious strart to tease my own nipple, and when you try to pull down my short, I even scoot up my butt so you can pull them down easily, revealing a pair of orange undies with a bright floral pattern.

Opan1: Taking your panties off at last i finally have you stripped down. Weakened, naked and seduced, with this every puzzle piece is in place for me to close the bag. I cup your cheek to deepen the kiss into an french kiss, hitting just the right spot to brush your inner cheeksand curl around your tounge to dqnce in synch, our saliva dripping down from the corner of your mouth. Our still connected hands go down to your petal and i help your hand to pleasure yourself, l lead your hand like an instructor, my finger tips caressing the back of your hand and your finger reaching deeper and closer to your G-Spot

Wakabe: You expose my freshly shaven womanhood, and guide my hand down to essentially start mastrubating. Soft moans start to escape my lips as the pleasue slow starts to build up. You have made fall victim to my own arousal and I am in quite the perdicament but I don't seem to notice it yet. It would strategic right ow to also try to pleasure you, but my own hands are on my breast and crotch doing your work for you, while the first small muscle spasm hits, the crowd roars in excitement.

Opan1: Your little spasm shows how close you are and so i will finish you off with one of my best moves. Glncing over to the crowd seductively as i slowly lift up my shoulder straps and free my huge voluptrous cleavage. I could just await for you to finish yourself off, but in respect for you i take it upon myself to treat you. I sit on my knees and lay your head on my lap like an child. I scan your body lovingly from your curling toes up to your lovedrunk unfocused eyes,brishing my finger over your uterus up to your nipple until it reaches your chin. "Goodnight sweety~" i place my boobs on your face, sucking on my nipple and to your suprise, milk spilling out into your mouth. As i nurse you i place a finger on your kitty and rubb your clitt, going deeper to your G-Spot and brushing it gently

Wakabe: Your tactic were clever, instead of violence to put me down hard, you had instead lulled into a state of aroused bliss. I had gotten wetter and wetter, and my nipples had gotten engorged from your treatment. MY legs obediently parted for you as your hand reaches for my graces. Riding the edge now as my muffled moans grow louder and my spasms become more prevelant.

Opan1: I rub ypur clitt in upwards motions making your hip bridge up as i spectate your little precum juices dripping already. I put your hand on my chest to let you squeeze the milk out and fondle me, my open hand around yourhead to keep you pressed, reaches towards your nipple to squeeze and tease it

Wakabe: My breathing become sharper and more labored, as you deftly work me over. My moans being muffled by your lactating breasts. "Hmmm....hmmm..hmmm.hmhm.." Completely lovedrunk I have lost sight of the match entirely and every one in attendance knows that the fight has already been decided. You lulled me into a state of mindless erotic bliss which leaves utterly at your mercy. It isn't long befor the inevitable climax rocks my body thouroughly. I make a hard spasticiteit shrimp warp while my eyes roll back into my head. My mouth open and your breast comes out allowing my final moan to sound clearly throughout the entire arena. For a few seconds I am in this state, but the climax ceases and my body goes limp, the orgasm leaving me unconscious.

Opan1: I gently put my sweet opponent down on her back and lie on top of her body, lifting my butt up, wiggling it like a playfull cat as the referee count s you out "Oneeee......!" I poke joyfull one of your petite nipples that's perking up "twooooo.....!" Cupping your sleepy cheek with my palm and brushing with my thumb over your soft lips, giggling "aaaaand THREEE!!!!" *DING DING DING* i give you one last kiss on your lips before i get up and clothe you in my oversized hoodie to hide your frame from the crowd, fixing my night gown to fit properly as i walk. Lifting you like an hurt child, by your back and calves, walking out the Arena as the winner.

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