Princess Nocturnal vs. Maki Amagami

Princess Nocturnal was only just really coming down from her orgasm now! every now and again Maki's tongue to hit just the right spot or her warm breath would seep through the soaked white leggings and right into her passage... and on them moments Princess Nocturnal's body would tense up as her sex responded with another spasm, her heart skipping a beat. She thought that maybe she could have a subtle nonchalant climax, the kind that could be swept under a rug as if it never really happened... But there was no doubt with this one for everyone watching.

While Nocturnal was still gasping and spluttering barely even aware of where her face was, Maki moaned out and arched her body into a tight curve... her crotch ground down right into Nocturnal's nose and lips before releasing her lust juices, giving the posh British woman a good wiff and taste at the same time. The small idol's body remained tense for a good few moments before slumping down with the Princess's, Maki perched on top of the other woman... Nocturnal still with a faceful of sticky wet crotch.

She barely even heard the count as the ref started... She was just all goey inside, Maki's panting and nuzzling against her crotch was still getting to her

"Two..." The count continued

Exhaustively slumping atop Nocturnal, Maki remained blissfully unaware of her immediate surroundings as she snoozed comfortably. Her rose colored cheek nuzzling cutely against the monarchs throbbing mound, imagining it to be her fluffy pillow back home drenched with her own drooling saliva. The toll of the match had left her petite frame coated in a shimmering gleam of sweat from sharing Nocturnals sweltering body heat. A chipper smile was on her delirious face as she dreamed of headlining her own sold out concerts and her favorite ice cream while the ref sounded off in the distance for the final pinfall attempt of the match.

"3!"

The slapping of the ref's hand against the mat and the clanging of the ring bell would only register to Maki as a mild nuisance that was trying to disturb her cozy cat nap. She reacted to the disrupting noises by snuggling her panting mouth up against Nocturnal's sultry and sticky crotch. Despite having officially won the match, the pink haired idol showed no signs of moving one inch from her warm and toasty mattress aside from some involuntary and subtle humping motions against Nocturnals lips. Leaving a bewildered referee scratching her head as to where to go from here...

Princess Nocturnal's thighs slowly fell open like the blossoming petals of a flower, she was completely drained and unable to tense her thigh muscles around Maki's head in the afterglow of her climax. Maki had had a pretty hefty orgasm as well, right into the Princess's defenseless face... She was far too groggy and dazed to feel or express the appropriate feeling of disdain and disgust from being smeared and besmirched by such a commoner unfortunately.. Infact in her current state with Maki's small sweaty body laying on top of her there was very little she could do, the occasional groan or wiggle perhaps...

With all of the grinding and humping Maki had been doing, the material around the crotch area of her leotard had worked its way in between Nocturnal's lips. Without really knowing where she was or what she was doing, her lips and tongue daintly suckled on the material; sucking and taking Maki's pussy juices in more, further degrading herself as Maki used the bigger woman as something like a royal mattress and pillow

The teasing suckling against the thin material of the leotard covering her crotch caused the dazed and exhausted idol to reaffirm her grinding motions to feel more of the sloshing and slippery sensation. Her heart skipped a beat before her thighs would clench tighter around Nocturnal's cranium, cooing blissfully with a sublimely peaceful smile on her face. With Maki snoozing comfortably atop her queen mattress even through out the loud and chipper vocals of her J-pop entrance theme, the subdued idol was thoroughly unaware of where she truly was and what she was doing. Namely grinding the aroma and taste of her essence against the refined noblewomans flustered facial features.

With no end in sight and neither competitor seemingly responding to the referee's nudges or voice attempting to coax them awake, the official would slump her shoulders and signal to the backstage for some assistance in breaking them up. A specialized group of emt's who were by now experts at this situation would enter the ring and load the both of them onto the same gurney, taking care not to separate them. Trotting backstage with the duo still cuddling with eachother, the emt's first treatment for this situation was a rather basic but effective one. Usually involving a frigid bucket of ice water...


Winner: Maki Amagami