Weiss Kampfer vs. Fallon Terrazas

Fallon had to admit, the way Weiss described her massage fetish made her understand why it was so appealing. Fundamentally, it was the same as Fallonâ€s own belly fetish. She loved the feeling of having another womanâ€s hand on her iron abs, stroking them, testing them, digging into them, especially when she was flexing them. For Weiss, it was just the muscles on the other side of the body. Back instead of front.

“Okay…yeah, I get what youâ€re saying,” Fallon would grumble. Weiss seemed to have turned nice again, but Fallon knew better than to expect that to last very long. As she spoke, she would continue to pleasure Weiss, one hand rubbing at her wet, bikini-clad pussy, the other digging its fingers deep into Weissâ€s flexing back muscles, trying to release all the stress and pressure built up inside of them. “See, I would be okay with saying that we have a lot in common and that neither of our fetishes are weird, save for the fact that five minutes ago you said that my belly fetish is weird. You canâ€t have it both ways.” She dug her fingers into Weissâ€s back a little harder, really getting into the massage as she pressed the muscles down. “Feel free to cum anytime, by the way! Thatâ€ll really help you relate to how I felt before!”

While Weiss didn't feel like trying to get away, there's a part inside of her that really wants to escape. Unfortunately, the pleasure for her massage fetish is too overwhelming for her to think of any other course of action but to remain like an obedient client being massaged by the masseur. As Fallon continued her current course of actions, the arousal within the German was almost built up to its highest point. Her sex by now were having its juices leak out of her skimpy bikini bottom, dripping onto the mat. She was almost ready to explode.

And then, just as she heard the Californian call out Weiss for saying the former's belly fetish was weird earlier in the match, her eyes would widen. "Wai-AAAAAAHHHHHNNNNNOoooooohhhhhnnnnnn... mmmmm..." Her sex would explode with her love juices, splashing against the inside of her bikini bottom and overflowing out of its fabric confines to soak her inner thighs and the mat below her freshly climaxed nether regions, just before she could speak to clear up any misconceptions or misunderstandings that Fallon was having. It seems the fingers digging harder into her back was the cause of the final push before her orgasm, causing her to arch her back to the extreme and forcing her head to tilt back at its utmost limit during the course of the orgasm.

After the blonde had finished cumming, her body immediately flopped down onto the mat, her head on its side once more with her eyes softly closed and her mouth hung open. There was even more drool leaking out at the corner of her lips closet to the mat. She hadn't had this kind of powerful orgasm in the longest time, especially through her massage fetish. It was so powerful, that Weiss had temporarily passed out, a soft groan escaping her lips as her body hadn't experienced this kind of climax in years.

Fallon kept on stroking Weiss, and by the moistening of the German girlâ€s bikini bottoms Fallon could tell that she was close to cumming—she was just about as wet as Fallon had been five minutes prior when she had finally lost her battle with her own arousal and cum. And, before Weiss could say another word or clear up any misunderstandings between the two of them, the massage fetishistâ€s whole body tensed up and she came, her juices flowing out of her pussy and soaking her bikini bottoms, Fallonâ€s hand, and the mat below.

All the while, Fallonâ€s hands would keep on moving, the one stroking Weissâ€s sex, the other digging into her back. She kept on working Weiss over all the way through the Germanâ€s powerful orgasm, making sure that she knew that the score was even now. Technically, not officially.

“I should make it official, actually, shouldnâ€t I?” Fallon would say out loud, as she would, at last, let go of Weissâ€s sex and back. She didnâ€t need to worry—it was obvious that Weiss was completely wiped out after her orgasm. Seeking revenge, Fallon would reach down and grab onto Weissâ€s top, wrenching it upwards and leaving her topless, and then would reach down and undo Weissâ€s bottoms, sliding them down her legs. Now, the German would be naked, just like Fallon was. Once the stripping was done, Fallon would lay down on top of Weiss, pressing the Germanâ€s shoulders down with her hands and waiting for the referee girl to begin the count.

Once Weiss's orgasm had subsided and she became motionless, Fallon did what was right to her and stripped down the German's body completely naked. Her breathing was soft as a baby's. The Californian would lay on top of her unconscious body, pressing her shoulders down against the mat, and the ref would immediately start to count as she dropped onto the mat.

"One! Two! Three!"

And just like that, the bell rang to signal the end of the second round, the score even between the two. Weiss finally started to came to, her eyes fluttering as she let out a heavy groan, unsure of where she was.

“Oh, wow,” Fallon would say to herself, as she forgot that pinning Weiss would mean pressing together naked, front to front, their breasts and nipples squashing against each other, their warm pussies hovering mere inches away from each other—and, to Fallonâ€s delight and arousal, their tight stomachs sliding over each other. While the nearly unconscious Weiss lay there motionless, Fallon would press the Germanâ€s shoulders down to the mat, and, without delay, the referee girl counted her opponent out. Just like that, they were even at one fall apiece.

Fallon didnâ€t get off of Weiss right away, instead taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of her tummy rubbing against Weissâ€s. She moved herself slowly up and down, grinding her body against her opponentâ€s. “Mmmmn…” she moaned softly.

The referee would tap her on the shoulder then, interrupting Fallonâ€s reverie. “You have to let her up,” the referee instructed, and, with a heavy, reluctant sigh, Fallon would roll off of Weiss and get to her feet, pawing gingerly at her own stomach as she waited for Weiss to recover.

When Weiss came to, she felt this hot sensation within her body. It made her aroused, and it made her moan out softly as her gaze shifted to the view above. Her eyes widened when she realized it was Fallon who was laying on top of her and grinding her body against her own, her face immediately blushing deep crimson. At first, she would have immediately shouted at her opponent to get off of her. But today, she didn't do that. In fact... she actually liked it. This match had been an interesting turn of events, to say the least.

Once Fallon had got off of the German, Weiss would slowly turn onto her front and get onto all fours, shaking her head side to side to get rid of any cobwebs. She was taken aback by how exhaustive her intense orgasm was. She hadn't had such a climax in years, but it felt all so good. Slowly getting onto her feet, she would turn to look at the Californian, at first with an unfriendly glare, before a confident smirk crept up on her face. "Interesting... You're too interesting Fallon... No one has ever make me felt this vulnerable and aroused. I'm excited you know! I recognize that you are a formidable foe; therefore, I want to make you mine, and mine alone! So how about it? Whoever loses becomes the winner's prisoner for the rest of the night!"

Fallon didnâ€t want to get off of Weiss. The German had quite the hot, tight little body, and using it as her own personal sex toy had some great appeal to Fallon. If she got off of her opponent, as the referee insisted she must, it would mean the return of the nasty Weiss who had started off the match. Fallon was sure of that.

She got up to her feet and waited. Slowly, Weiss came to, and got up onto her knees, then up onto her feet. Fallon braced for a particularly vitriolic string of curses, followed by another vicious attack, but, surprisingly, they didnâ€t come. Instead, Weiss offered her a new stipulation for their match. An added wrinkle which increased the stakes. Fallon would try to raise one eyebrow and instead unintentionally raised both. She whistled. “Oh, boy. Youâ€re making me wet just thinking about it. If I still had my clothes on, my panties would be dropping right now!” Fallon replied. She put a hand on her hips and cocked them to the side. “You want to put yourself up as my prize? Thatâ€s totally fine with me! But now Iâ€m going to fight twice as hard, just to make sure that I get to take you home and play with you all night long!”

"Hah! Dream all you like! The next time you wake up from that, you will end up in MY house under MY superior body!"

And so it was settled then. Weiss was already anxious to start. Not only will she repay the orgasm she suffered from the hands of the Californian, she will sexually demolish this cocky girl bare down until she is humble to kneel before the superior German. Her right hand trailed to her fresh, dripping sex, scooping up some of her juices before licking them. It made the blond moan out in ecstasy. It won't be her own juices that she will be moaning further on this point however, but rather it will be Fallon's juices.

Weiss would waste no time starting the last round, walking up to Fallon and trying to grapple with her in a lock-up. She aimed to grapple with the Californian for a short moment, before she would let go and try giving a hard yet playful spank to her opponent's firm ass.

“Yeah, yeah, yadda yadda yadda!” Fallon would reply, waggling her butt a little, causing her hips to sway enticingly from side to side. It was almost like she was an excited dog and she was wagging her tail at the thought of what was about to come. She was excited to take Weiss on in a contest like this with stakes that were so high. “You dream all you want, buster, but Iâ€m going to drag you home like a cavewoman dragging her prey—who is also a cavewoman—home. Oogah oogah.”

Fallon would move forward, ready to lock up with Weiss, wiggling her fingers and bouncing from foot to foot energetically. She would grab onto Weissâ€s shoulders and start pushing, grappling with the German in the center of the ring as both sought to find an advantage against the other. Weiss would strike first, letting go of Fallon to slap the Californian hard on the ass. “Yow!!” Fallon yelped. She would quickly retaliate, letting go of Weissâ€s shoulders and moving down to grab onto her opponentâ€s ass with both hands, squeezing it roughly, pulling Weissâ€s body forwards so that their pussies would bump against each other.

“Mmmmh…heh heh…” Fallon would murmur. Then, she would try to break out one more big move that she thought might give her an advantage. She would squeeze Weissâ€s butt cheeks hard and then lift the German up by her rear, trying to bring her up and over in a sort of ass-grabbing suplex before bringing Weiss down hard on the mat. It might not do too much, but hopefully it would give Fallon a small window of opportunity.

As Fallon excitedly danced around, Weiss would finally admit to herself that the Californian was indeed one HOT babe. It made her drool even more, the saliva dropping down the corner of her lips, but she quickly realized her drooling as evident with her eyes widening and she quickly wiped it off her face. However, the way Fallon acted also annoyed the heck out of the German. 'Man... I knew she was an animal...' The blonde would thought to herself as she moved in to lock up with the bouncy girl, not showing as much enthusiasm as her foe. But don't mistake that for a lack of determination, for Weiss was indeed very determined to make her opponent her personal sex slave.

As Weiss successfully landed a slap to Fallon's firm bum, she let out a mischievous giggle, before her eyes would widened as her own ass was grabbed and her buttcheeks would start being squeezed. The German couldn't help but let out a moan from her lips, feeling as if her bum was receiving a nice massage before her body would be forced to bump against the Californian's, pussy to pussy and breasts mashing against each other. The blonde blushed in response, letting out her moans constantly from her mouth as long as the squeezing on her posterior continued.

"F-Fallonnn!!" Weiss would curse through her gritting teeth, trying to regain her composure as her hands were on Fallon's shoulders. She wanted to sucker punch the girl in the face, but with that firm massage-like squeezing still happening, she was too aroused to try to do anything properly. Before long, the German would let out a shocked expression on her face as she felt herself being lifted, before being thrown and slammed hard down onto the mat. "Guah!" The blonde cried out helplessly as she was laid sprawled out, letting out a cringing pained expression as one hand tried to clutch her back, giving the Californian the opportunity that she desperately wanted.