Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt Vs. Esdese: Mistletoe Madness!

Once their pussies met, Lukretia began to deeply grind against Esdese's pussy. The crowd was cheering fervently now and Lukretia didn't seem like she was going to budge an inch. <Don't worry, Esdese...> She began, grunting through her words, a testament to her own exertion to harshly trib her fellow domme and countrywoman.

<I will not let you cum so easily. I have more respect for the fight you've put up so far. Now, give me a howl.> She commanded in her native tongue.

With the way things were going right now, it was hard for Esdese not to climax after all that. The repeated strikes to her pussy still itched her, and the grinding did not help the matter. Her hands clawed the canvas, the moistness helping Lukretia to grind against her, causing Esdese to bite down onto her lip.

She refused to give the woman a moan, trying to gather her strength to fight back. She knew if she would reply to that, a moan would be forced out and the German Domme would rather bite down on her lip till it bleeds rather than give Lukretia one more satisfaction over her! She breathed loudly through her nose, her body heating up more and more as Esdese was being taken towards her orgasm in the middle of the ring, and people were loving it.

lukretia grunted even harder as she ground against Esdese, loving the look of the German domme and knowing she was doing everything she could to try and avoid giving Lukretia a moan. Lukretia smiled gleefully as she felt the slickening pussy of her fellow countrywoman making it easy to glide against her.

However, she meant it. She didn't want Esdese cumming quite yet.

As she noticed the subtle changes in Esdese's boy, Lukretia pulled away and looked down at the damp spot of her outfit. She then took Esdese's legs and shoved them out of the way, hoping nearly cumming might keep the domme a bit docile as she tried to reach for Esdese's hair and arm and yank her into an Irish whip to one of the final two turnbuckles.

All Esdese could do was hang on and try to keep that resistance going. She had no idea what Lukretia had planned, but just before she would reach her own climax and the moan that would accompany it, she was released and left almost sexually frustrated, strength having been replaced by lust and she couldn't muster it up that strength when she was taken by her long hair and whipped towards the turnbuckle.

She barely had time to turn around and let her back soften the blow of the corner, her arms coming around the top ropes just to prevent herself from falling and she seemed like a complete open target for Lukretia, with her juices leaking down her inner thighs and sweat dropping down her chest, breathing rapidly for fresh air as the German Domme looked exhausted.

Lukretia watched as Esdese splashed against the turnbuckle. She could see the larger woman begin to falter and that made Esdese an even more delicious target. Like a shark smelling blood, Lukretia only wanted more.

She cleared the distance between the two and threw her body upward, to try and crash her knee into Esdese's stomach and smash her healthy chest into the domme's face. Once last blow to try and keep the faltering German in a stupor in the corner so she could drop down and take the next fall in style.

Esdese was still up on her feet, but that didn't last for long. She was an open target now thanks to the mixed feeling of pain and excitement, soon getting a face full of German breasts, knocking her senses briefly out of her while the knee crashing into her packed tummy, driving the air out of her and right between Lukretia's breasts.

It wouldn't take long before her arms gave up and slid from the top ropes, leaving gravity to do the work for her and slumped down onto her rear, trying to catch her breath since most of her oxygen was lost thanks to that attack.

Lukretia grinned down at Esdese when she slipped off of her. She reached down and threw her arms over the middle rope and then knelt down. She ran her fingers along Esdese's cheek and touched her chin, making her look at Lukretia as if she would lean in for a kiss. However, she let the hand drop and instead focused down.

Lukretia got to a kneeling position and then pushed Esdese's thighs wide apart. She would then lean down and plunge her tongue roughly into Esdese's sex, hoping to eat the bigger German domme into an orgasm.

Esdese needed to find a way to counter this, thinking about bringing her legs around Lukretia's face to catch her in a scissor hold, but the result would have been the same since Lukretia decided to kiss a different set of lips, finally rewarding Lukretia with a soft, long moan since her climax was still close at hand.

With that wet muscle rampaging within her pussy, she knew she was not going to last long, her hands grasping the middle ropes while her legs lightly spread out, her breathing becoming louder and louder, close to reaching her climax thanks to the grinding from earlier, nipples stiffening and pointing out, the German domme trying her best to ignore it.

Lukretia grinned as she continued to kiss Esdese's lower lips, probing deeply as she could feel the small shifts in the German domme's body that told Lukretia her fellow countrywoman was close to climaxing. Lukretia moaned into the kiss, making sure that Esdese knew that she was thoroughly enjoying eating out Esdese. She was too.

As she heard Esdese's breathing get heavier, Lukretia released one hand from Esdese's legs and brought it up, rubbing, pinching and teasing Esdese's clit to try and really stimulate the domme into a hard orgasm.

In the state Esdese was in, it was virtually impossible for her to deal with the German Domme this way, especially with the methods Lukretia used to bring her past the brink. Her hands tightly grasped the ropes, her moaning becoming louder and more frequent, unable to hide the pleasure that rose within her, Esdese's body betraying her for the lust that was created during this match.

Finally, she tilted her head to the side while her body tensed up, chest thrusting forward while her legs would close around Lukretia's head and over the woman's shoulders, her juices gushing out to not only coat Lukretia's tongue, but also her face if she weren't too careful.