Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt Vs. Esdese: Mistletoe Madness!

Lukretia felt Esdese's thighs close in on her. Normally that might mean resistance, but the way Esdese was finally moaning, Lukretia knew it meant release. When the German domme finally spasmed and came, Lukretia opened her mouth. She didn't mind letting Esdese's juices fill her mouth and splash against her face. In fact, she welcomed it and took every bit in that she could.

Once she had licked her way through Esese's orgasm, she tried to push apart Esdese's thighs and stand up to face the slumped domme. If she was unresisted in her efforts, Lukretia would reach out for Esdese's bangs and try to yank her off the ropes and onto her hands and knees.

With her climax ending, Esdese felt herself more drained than ever. It was a intense orgasm, one that left her powerless to stop Lukretia. She needed to regain both the air and strength, and the time she wanted to do that was not given to her. Her body was covered in sweat, her inner thighs coated with her own juices as they were pushed apart from Lukretia's face, the German Domme not stopping the fellow Domme from rising back up again.

A low groan came from Esdese when her hair was used to yank her from the ropes, forced forward and her hands down to catch herself from falling face first to the mat, right on her hands and knees, her head lowered to the mat as she was still breathing heavily for air.

Lukretia grinned wickedly but didn't pause to look down at Esdese. She gave a hard yank on the domme's hair, intent on walking her to the final corner like she was a leashed dog. She knew the point when resistance was no longer something that sparked inside of someone and Lukretia was fairly certain that it had drained out of Esdese with that last orgasm. The cum dripped from the corner of Lukretia's cheek as she smiled and proudly puffed out her battered tits as she marched across the ring.

If she managed to pull Esdese without interference, she would heave the taller German towards the corner by the scruff.

Esdese was almost completely out of it. All those crotch attacks and eye rakes were something she had not expected in a match like this, and she paid for understimated the fellow German Domme, who was dragging her towards a new corner where they had no kissed yet. She was easily brought towards it, her strength all but gone, yet there was no resolve for her to use it.

The German Domme had both been beaten through exploiting her sensitive areas, as well as forcing an orgasm right out of her, now getting closer towards the corner that would seal her fate!

Once Lukretia walked Esdese over to the final corner, she shoved the bigger dome into it. With one hand, she pressed against her large, exposed mound. She then forced her thigh between Esdese's legs and used her other hand to grip the German's mouth and force it open.

Lukretia leaned in and mashed their lips together and opened her mouth. Most of the juices were still filling her mouth and as she shoved her tongue into Esdese's mouth, she forced the beaten domme to drink her own cum while they kissed for the last time, a little bit of it trickling between their lips as Lukretia rubbed Esdese's tit and bowed her sex with her thigh.

Esdese had been brought against the turnbuckle, feeling the thigh invading the space between her legs, forcing them open and her bare, moist crotch to ride up against Lukretia's thigh when the kiss happened, her lips forced apart and the juices being brought into her own mouth, forcing her to taste her own juices and swallow them just to breathe!

The tongue invaded her warm mouth, pinned harder against the turnbucle when she tried to pull back, a moan coming from Esdese into Lukretia's mouth thanks to that bold hand rubbed her massive breast, and that thigh rubbed her sensitive pussy, keeping the German Domme from thinking about fighting back.

Lukretia felt Esdese squirm a bit, but the ten seconds passed quickly while she buried her tongue in her fellow domme's mouth. She enjoyed the kiss and enjoyed spreading Esdese's own juices into her mouth. She moaned into the kiss and even as the bell rang, she kept it on until she was satisfied.

Finally, after almost a minute, she puleld way, leaving a trail of saliva connecting them for a moment before she pulled away to the middle of the ring. She then began to peel off the remained of her outfit until she was as nude as Esdese. She took a wide stance and looked at the conquered domme. She slipped her hand down between her legs and spread her wet pussy lips wide as she grinned at Esdese.

<Come now, Esdese...> She said. <You know that there is one last thing for you to do. However, I will say, that you were quite wonderful. You have certainly earned your fierce reputation, but... I hope that I have as well.>

Esdese had trouble remaining on her feet, Lukretia's thigh being the one that held her up while the kiss continued, draining the air out from her lungs while she was swallowing her own juices thanks to Lukretia's tongue pushing it all into her warm mouth. Her arms would come over the top ropes, preventing herself from falling onto her butt while she gasped for air. She listened to the german domme, noticing the woman removing her top to expose her full body to Esdese.

Even if she had strength left in her body, the woman managed to dismantle Esdese's will to keep fighting and turned it into crave, the lust to do what Lukretia wanted. She said nothing in return, merely just trying to catch her breath now after everything that had just happened to her, the sweat dripping down her body and onto the ring, the German Domme looking very exhausted.

Lukretia was worn out too. Esdese had fought her much harder and much more ruthlessly than anyone had in a long while. Her body ached, especially her bruised tits and crotch. She'd been punished, but overcame and fought through it. The elation of victory had cast a glow upon her haggard and sweat soaked form that contrasted with the lost will of her fellow domme.

<I suppose that it must end this way. I know you understand.> Lukretia said in German as she looked at the fallen domme.

She took a few steps forward and reached out for Esdese's hair. She yanked it roughly and peeled the girl off the turnbuckle. She then thrust her hips forward and began to grind her wet pussy into Esdese's face. <Finish it.> She moaned in a low growl.

Esdese knew she had lost, and there was one thing left for to do. It wasn't a sort of punishment, but rather a sexual way of showing the superiority between women in the wrestle league. She was brought down onto her knees, soon getting those hips against her face, and the moist pussy right into it. She did not waste a second, knowing that she had lost and that there was no choice than to bring the German Domme towards her own climax.

She closed her eyes in defeat, her hands coming down so she could grasp Lukretia by the legs, using them to support herself while her lips parted from each other, her warm, wet muscle coming from her mouth and shoved it into Lukretia's grinding pussy, giving a few good thrusts inside before she would search deep within Lukretia's pussy to get a good taste out of her. Even if the German Domme did not like the position she was in, she was not about to deny Lukretia the pleasure of victory.