Personal Jesus

Carmen didn’t mind Diana’s hand on her ass, made no move to stop it as she grabbed her tight and squeezed. Why would she? She loved the feeling. She knew she wasn’t the curviest woman around by any stretch of the imagination, not much compared to some of the runway models and porn stars that made up the seedier edges of the AFW. But Diana treated her like she was the sexiest woman on Earth. Always a plus - enthusiasm was appreciated.

Carmen even helped her along, grabbing her other hand and placing it against her ass as well, giving it a good squeeze to start her along. She knew how hard Diana could grip something. She wanted to feel it.

With that done, Carmen brought her hand up and went back to business. She threw a quick punch in Diana’s side, a little something to keep things aggressive, then reached up and slammed their lips together, trying to catch her gasp before it could fully escape. At the same time, she began to grind against her, ramming their sexes into each other, following up a series of teasing humps with a long, slow thrust, as her legs pressed into the Amazon’s side.

It was rough, it was hot, it was them.

Diana didn't exactly resist as Carmen forced her other hand to join, gripping Carmen's rear firmly and pressing the woman against her firmly, something which forced a heavy moan from Diana as Carmen began grinding against her. She'd pant into the open air, eyes somewhat unfocused, before a strike to her side brought her back into reality.

Baring her teeth and raring to give as good as she got, she instead found her rival forcing lips together once more; the heat of the sudden move forcing Diana to lull back in her spot, eyes closed. She'd bring one hand up Carmen's back, rubbing the beauty all the way, until resting neatly on the back of Carmen's head, where she'd intend to keep her foe just as pinned topside as her bottom half was.

Carmen let out a rough, wild laugh into Diana’s mouth as she rode down the Amazon’s protests, subduing her with primal fury and carnal lust. It was her turn in the driver’s seat. Her opportunity to seize control and drive the dark beauty beneath her wild. She wouldn't waste it.

She kept their lips locked, but the rest of Carmen’s body moved about, until her leg was pressed down the middle, sliding along Diana’s sex. She leaned in hard, pinning her hard against the couch, almost daring her to try and escape.

Not that Carmen wanted her to. If anything, she'd given Diana good reason to stay put, as she began a steady, strong rhythm.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Working her over, one thrust at a time.

Diana moaned with every thrust. Moans equally mixed with pleasure, lust and anger. Anger that yet again, Carmen was on top of Diana, even if the Italian had just literally fucked her against a wall. Anger that yet again, Diana was loving something she should of been hating. Her hand still around Carmen's head, she'd force their lips somewhat incredibly tight together for a brief moment, as the kiss between the two became somewhat fierce. Then, with a thrust of her own, Diana would not mostly rise up, but somewhat sideways, trying to force both women off the couch, roughly and painfully onto the floor. After all, the couch was far too tame for Carmen Rodriguez and Diana Accera to be screwing on.

Landing roughly on their sides with a great grunt, Diana could of perhaps used the momentum from the fall to push herself onto the top position. Had Carmen of course given no resistance. And if Diana wanted to. Which she did not.

Reaffirming her grip of Carmens' hair, her other hand around her body, Diana would pull the woman back on top, despite both most likely aching from the cold hard fall off the couch. Staring deep into her eyes, Diana would roar a heated breath into Carmen's face, finally throwing pride to the wind.

"You're not fucking done yet..."

There was anger in Diana’s voice, and with anyone else, that might’ve been a bad sign. Not this one. Not Diana. Part of what made her so attractive was her rage - the woman was always a simmering heat, even in the calmest times. But when it came to fucking and fighting, nobody burned brighter.

Or played harder.

Down they went, to the floor. For a moment, Carmen was sure Diana would try to mount her. Nope. The positions stayed the same. The roles only changed slightly.

Carmen slammed their forehead’s together, matching Diana’s growl with one of her own. She couldn’t quite muster the same fire as her lover, but she could come close.”Damn right.” She ran her fingernails down Diana’s hardened side, scratching away and leaving deep welts. ”Still haven’t made you scream.”

No foreplay, no gentle kiss, no teasing. She pushed Diana against the floor urging her to stay put, then she squirmed down the Amazon’s body and gave her a good reason to. Her head stopped just above Diana’s waist and she licked her lips as she began to pull down her underwear, making her intentions quite clear in the lewdest way possible.

Had it been any other woman, Diana's fierce attitude and personality would of put them completely off, or left them a shuddering mess.

Had it been any other woman, Diana would of been on top, claiming said woman like she were a patch of land.

Grunting as foreheads met, her fierce, fiery look not at all dissipating, Diana's body would arch up; again pushing her own heaving chest greatly up into Carmen as those fingers raked down her sides. No blood, but damn well close.

She'd continue to give said fierce, almost angry gaze, as Carmen pushed her flat back to the canvas. Neither woman seemed tired, with Diana still maintaining more than enough energy to try and force Carmen off her. Again though, she chose not to, deciding to somewhat humour the champion on top of her. Then Carmen made it pretty damn well clear what she was planning to do. Slow on the uptake at first, believing Carmen would want to stay locked with her eyes as both women would continue to push another to breaking, her fierce gaze would finally break. Instead, in it's place, for the first time in a long time, Diana's features became unnerved.

~You...fucking bitch...~ She'd moan, in her native Italian tone with a somewhat shaky voice, eyes wide; having seemingly caught onto exactly what Carmen had planned for her.

Carmen had Diana.

While she wasn’t a hentai wrestler and had absolutely not intentions of trying her hand at the division, she’d picked up a few thing through her time with the AFW. It was impossible not to, really, and it had given Carmen a few ideas that wouldn’t have normally crossed her mind.

Not that she’d never done what she was about to do before. But the AFW taught her how to really milk the moment.

The teasing.

The taunting.

The taking.

Carmen pulled Diana’s painties down, exposing her sweaty sex. She didn’t dive right in, like she might’ve during her less adventurous days. She started slow, with a hot, steamy breath to tickle the Amazon’s most sensitive nerves, following by a long draw of the tongue, letting it slide from top to bottom and back to top again.

”I like that accent. Say it again.” She whispered, just loud enough to be heard. ”In Italian.”

Part of Diana's long, toned leg found it's way snaking its way around Carmen's side; with zero intention to hurt the woman on top of her, but to merely brace her for what Diana was certain was about to happen. Her eyes would widen, not that Carmen could see them, as she removed her panties down to thigh level, where they surely wouldn't get in the way.

The hot steamy breath made the Italian body shudder and arch, whilst the lick made Diana nearly tear her own lip off as she bit it. She'd do as requested, not because Carmen requested, but because Diana was completely becoming lost in her senses!

"Fucking bitch...how dare..." She'd mutter, struggling to speak in coherent full sentences, given that her breathing had increased rapidly, amidst the numerous chewing of her own lip!

Carmen pouted, not getting the Italian cooing she'd been craving. She'd always thought the language was an especially sultry one, almost as if it were designed with sex in mind.

But hardly a big loss. What came out of Diana’s lips was still satisfying. More than enough to merit a reward, and she was far too tempted to do anything else at this point.

”You could stop me if you wanted.” She placed a long, loving kiss on Diana’s sex. ”You could wrap those legs around my head and squeeze away, knock me clean out - but you won’t will you?”

She flicked her tongue along Diana’s sex like the wings of a butterfly, slapping it around the sides, before she threw foreplay to the wind and dove into her lover’s most sacred spot, plunging as deep as she could go, plumbing every delicious inch.

Diana's hands were gripped as tight as they could be against the floor, almost trying to pull the floorboards up themselves simply for something to grip as her senses dominated her.

"Maybe, I'm letting you...build a false sense of security..." She'd grunt, in between those long, high pitched moans- a fierce Italian amazon turned into something reminisce of a schoolgirl at the hands, or rather tongue, of the 24/7 champion.

She could feel herself wettening increasingly quickly; not only as the result of Carmen's actions, but with the thought of turning the beauty on top of her into a dripping mess against the wall moments ago. Whilst her words carried a aggressive message, Diana's body language and facial expression both screamed that the Italian had zero intention of moving, let alone trying for a scissors on the woman. The most she did against the woman, was grind her lower leg up and down the side and back of Carmen, as she felt herself becoming the submissive completely.

~I'll fucking...get you...for this...~ Diana would whisper amidst moans, once more in her native language; a completely novel and somewhat weird response for a woman being brought to orgasm!