Everyone needs a Soak Now and Again (for Teesta)

"And why shouldn't I? You're proving every bit as good as I had hoped you'd be. This wouldn't be fun if you were boring." Natasha replied matter of factly, as if that was obvious and shouldn't have needed saying. She placed her right hand flat against the floor and pushed, rising off her knee, but in the middle of her rise Peyton closed the distance and threw her hip out, slamming her plump ass right into Natasha's face throwing her flat on her back! The world was spinning after that and the steam in the air didn't help, Natasha groaning as she tried to prop herself upright on her elbows.

"Yeah, I'm anything but boring babe. You're about to really find that out!" shouted Peyton after hitting Natasha with a big booty attack. She smirked and slapped her ass once, watching her try to pick herself up. She rolled her shoulder again to work out the kinks and then grabbed hold of the blue-haired girl around her midsection in a gutwrench position. It was about time that McKee really show off her strength.

Even with a hurt arm, McKee felt like she had the strength to pull off a thunderous move against the smoking hot Frenchie. The redhead started to hoist up Natasha and then dropped down to one knee, attempting to throw down the champion over her outstretched knee for a vicious gutbuster! If she could hit that, she would force her opponent to stay over her knee in preparation for what else she could do against the lovely Natasha in a vulnerable position.

Not that she had ever doubted that fact, Natasha thought to herself as she slowly picked herself up off the floor, her head still spinning but at least the world was gradually coming to a stop. ""Well don't keep a girl waiting now." Natasha replied once she was back on her feet, her legs trembling slightly underneath her but they held firm until Peyton snatched her up in a gutwrench hold. "Woah!" She yelled out during the brief time she was airbourne before Peyton brought her unceremoniously back down, only instead of dropping her onto the floor the red head slammed her down stomach first onto her outstretched knee.

The air and a fair amount of spittle flew from Natasha's lips, the bluenette's body twitching but otherwise barely moving after that hard hitting impact. Her tits had popped free from the landing, finally bouncing too much for the top to hold them back as Natasha's breasts popped upward free of the bikini's grasp.

Peyton did, indeed, not keep her waiting. In fact, she went in hard and let her feel it rather swiftly as she dropped the champ down hard over her knee. Natasha seemed paralyzed in McKee's grasp. They never expect Peyton McKee to have the strength she does, and it always ended poorly for them. And there was just something about womanhandling some chick that always got Peyton excited in a match, and with the Frenchwoman laying limply at her mercy, McKee was feeling good.

"I know, that probably sucked, and I was perfectly content with just banging it out, no rough horseplay, but I'll make it up to you now, alright Frenchie?" teased Peyton, smirking. She then put a hand on the back of Natasha's head and neck and then tried forcing her head down to resist her fighting back. And with her other hand, the redhead slid her hand down the smooth back of her opponent and then gave her a big spank on her luscious ass. Peyton giggled and then slipped a hand under the back of Natasha's tiny bikini bottoms and her hand met the warm sex of her opponent as she curled her fingers up under her carriage. She started to rub at the lovebox of the lovely blunette before her and then slipped her middle finger between her lower lips, starting to prod inside her. She had every intent on screwing Natasha right here, and if she could keep Natasha from fighting too much by keeping the champ's head down, she felt confident she could make that happen. And besides that, Peyton had some magic fingers, so why would this girl want to fight back anyway? I mean, there was the wanting to win a sparring match thing, but Peyton was pretty sure she could break that silly desire from Natasha.

Having Peyton's knee driven up into her stomach like that had brought Natasha to a screeching halt momentum wise, but she wasn't out of it just from one big move even if Peyton had been the one to deliver it. She groaned while shifting her body just enough so that Peyton's knee wasn't digging into her stomach so much as it was her midsection, wincing from even that movement. The Frenchwoman knew from her position there was a few paths Peyton could take but only two made sense from what she had seen of the red head so far, one of pleasure and the other much less preferable option being further pain.

Peyton didn't leave her guessing for more than a few seconds as she made a deal of sorts with Natasha, a promise to make it up to her as Peyton put it. "Oh no that was...rather pleasant actually." Natasha answered in a sarcastic tone of her own, though she followed that with a half sort of laugh that made her wince when she took a breath for it.

A hand descended on the back of Natasha's head and while she resisted its guidance Peyton just used more force until Natasha's chin was pressed nearly to the floor. It was the other hand of Peyton's that concerned her however as she felt it taking a leisurely stroll down her spine, making a quick stop at the Frenchwoman's ass with a hard smack that bounced about Natasha's tits. With her bikini bottoms gone there was nothing between Peyton's exploring fingers and Natasha's warm pussy, the red head pulling a moan out of the bluenette with the first contact, and then a much louder and drawn out moan as she slipped a finger inside of Natasha's cunt. The intrusion into her honeypot moved Natasha to action, the woman placing one hand flat to the floor for balance while the other reached up and back, Natasha blindly grabbing for one of the woman's hanging tits.

The moaning from Natasha was like music to Peyton. Natasha seemed to like the touch of McKee, and who could blame her? However, the Frenchwoman was trying to fight back. Of course she was. She couldn't just enjoy it. She had managed to keep Natasha's head down, but she was still trying to resist by trying to grab Peyton's breast blindly. Fortunately for McKee, the angle that Natasha was at made it hard for her to find her hand to the redhead's gorgeous breasts, allowing Peyton for some time to continue her sexual attack.

McKee slipped another finger inside Loclear's lower folds, and then a third, and started to make more deliberate pumps with her finger to bring Natasha to even more pleasure, using her expert skills to try to bring Natasha closer and closer to her brink. "Come on, Nattie... Just lay there and enjoy it. You know you want t--Hey! Hey!" Peyton's dirty talk was stunted by the blunette managing to grab her breast. McKee squirmed a little bit to try and get her slick, wet breast out of Natasha's grasp, but she knew her focus had to be on keeping Natasha right where she was, which meant the redhead had to continue forcing Natasha's head down even harder and try shaking it to try and keep her disoriented enough to fight back. Peyton knew she had the champion right where she wanted her, and she wasn't going to let her free if she could help it.

At first Natasha's fingertips brushed against what she could only guess was the midsection or the sides of the red head holding her down, unable to turn her head enough to get a better look of what she was reaching for. She would struggle against Peyton's hand, not gaining much ground but just enough to make another attempt on the woman's breasts, yet coming short again and again. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on what she was doing however with Peyton's finger pumping inside her sex, further riling her up with each passing second and that was before the woman added a second and then a third finger to the mix. "Oh...ooohhh...ok...oh no...." She moaned the words now, eyes shut as she trid to ride these waves of pleasure as best she could.

An orgasm wasn't the end of their bout, far from it as she needed to submit for this to end, but Natasha's champion pride wouldn't allow her to just sit back and enjoy Peyton's work, no matter how good she was with those fingers. One more act of defiance and she made another reach, only this time her fingers closed tight around one of Peyton's tits, there was no mistaking it. She shut them tight like a vice around the hanging mound, holding on despite Peyton's best efforts to shake her hand loose, using it as a grip to pull her head up against Peyton's efforts to keep her down.

"Come on... give in to Peyton, baby... Ow, ow! You're hurting me!" yelped Peyton. Natasha was starting to give in to her finger banging, but was still resisting quite a bit. McKee's luscious breast was being grasped tightly and pulled hard. The redhead winced, her already hurt breast taking even more abuse from the blue-haired girl. Still, McKee resisted. She had to. She couldn't just stop when she had Natasha so close!

So gritting her teeth, Peyton started to pump her fingers hard in the pussy of her lovely French opponent, driving them deep into her repeatedly. "Just... freaking... take it, damnit!" yelled Peyton before letting out a loud whine. Her other hand continued to fight against Natasha's head as she slowly brought it up. This girl was fighting way too hard for having McKee's digits invading her. Most women would beg for this chance! This didn't stop the American from trying a last ditch effort to try and use her strength to smack Loclear's head against the mat below them to stun her enough to loosen her grip on her already agonized titty and allow her to hit the climax that Peyton was trying so hard to bring her to.

"Thats the idea." Was all Natasha said in reply as her fingers held onto Peyton's captured breast with every ounce of strength they had, Natasha not surrendering her hold on the large mound even with Peyton's fingers blasting her pussy. Natasha continued to moan, her pleasured cries growing ever louder until she had to bite down on her bottom lip to stiffle them. Her pussy was sopping wet now with her labia swollen and spread wide for the invader, a clear sign of Natasha's enjoyment of what Peyton was doing to her, so much so that she wasn't even going to try to deny how good Peyton's fingers felt dancing inside her.

The Frenchwoman was steadily pulling herself out of the hold, the muscles in her arm straining to overcome Peyton's efforts but she was gradually gaining ground until she could see the breast she had latched onto. "Almost...there..." She said but a sudden move from Peyton smacked her head against the floor, Natasha's hand not releasing but her pussy did, the unexpected jolt enough to make her defenses slip with Natasha crying out "I...I'm..I'm cummmmmmming!" a moment later. The orgasm hit her hard after denying it as long as she did, the bluenette holding onto Peyton's tit while her body began to spasm in ecstasy, her juices flooding out over the red head's intruding finger as the climax hit her.

After several long moments Natasha finally came off the high of her orgasm, collapsing onto Peyton's outstretched knee again though not before giving the woman's breast a few slaps after letting go at long last. "Okay...not bad...hope you're ready...for round two." Natasha said in between deep gulps for air, one hand absent mindedly palming one of her large breasts.

Peyton continued to cringe as this chick would not release her breast, which was becoming more and more red from the yanking and pulling from her opponent. She was getting close to pulling her fingers out of that girl's love box, but when she managed to smack Loclear's head to the mat, she heard the loud yell of the French girl who surrendered her body to her. Her honey sprayed on Peyton's hand as she watched the blue-haired babe convulse on her knee before falling limp and finally releasing her tit.

The redhead let out an audible sigh of relief as all that pressure on her tit went away and was replaced by a more tender and playful slapping and groping from the girl, who seemed to be out of breath as it is. But then she paid Peyton a compliment that was not enough to her liking. "Really? Not bad? I just rocked your world, and let's not forget you're supposed to be the champ here!" boasted McKee, laughing. She absently moved her cum-covered hand on Natasha's ass and started to rub and grope it. "But okay... what are the rules here? Do I give you a breather...? Do we not get a rest between orgasms? Or do I just take you back down to slam city and continued to fuck you raw?" asked Peyton, seemingly unsure of what proper etiquette was. If it were an actual match, McKee would definitely not let Loclear get this reprieve, but as it stood right now, she felt like it was only fair to give the champion a minute. All her uncertainty did was assert that sparring was just totally lame still.