Everyone needs a Soak Now and Again (for Teesta)

Their taunting and playful banter of just a few moments ago fell to the wayside as their sparring hit a new peak of intensity, the two bombshells locked together without any thought whatsoever of breaking apart anytime soon. The thought of pushing Peyton away, of putting a stop to their struggle, couldn't have been further from Natasha's mind as she wrapped her tongue around Peyton's own, swirling it about even as Peyton returned the favor, their tongues moving back and forth between their locked lips in a fiery duel all its own!

Peyton tugged at her hair but Natasha didn't care so long as it kept them pressed this firmly together, just as she knew Peyton wasn't even thinking about the arm of the Frenchwoman hooked around the back of her neck, her fingers wrapping themselves up in the red head's hair just to be certain no space grew between them. Natasha wrapped her raised leg around Peyton's waist, pulling the woman's sex flush against her own and keeping it that way as their swollen labia locked together, sliding up and down but never seperating for even an instant as both women fought to outlast the other, even if by a second or two. "Oh say my name again Peyton..." She moaned out, body shaking but still she ground her pussy with Peyton's harder and harder until her juices were splashing between them.

Natasha had already cum once, it was time for Peyton to have that honor or so she thought to herself. Her fingers slid forward until she was able to hook them inward, slipping two of them down to the joint inside Peyton's hot lovebox as pressed on.

Peyton and Natasha continued their sexual embrace. Peyton's body trembled against Loclear's as her hand tensely gripped the champion's blue hair. Her lower mound was grinding against Natasha's own, each woman aggressively rubbing their hips together in pure, carnal desire. The American loved every part of this and the feeling of Natasha's each movement. She heard her speak and barely broke their kiss enough to whimper out, "Nattie... Oh Nattie..." And she kissed her once more.

The crotches grew wet with their juices and McKee felt the insertion of Natasha's fingers inside her folds, adding to the already erotic standing trib between hem. Peyton's body trembled even more as she felt a tenseness in her. Peyton moaned louder and louder, but even as she did, she found herself more forcefully thrusting her hips against Loclear's, trying to force her orgasm as McKee knew she rapidly approached hers.

Then Peyton couldn't resist it any longer. Her body grew stiff as she pressed even closer to Loclear. Her mouth broke from her opponent's as she pressed her forehead against the wall to the side of the blunette's head. She cried out in ecstasy as her hand pulled on Natasha's hair hard. "Oh yeeeeees!" yelled McKee. Her body violently smacking against Loclear's as she came, spraying her hot load against the hand and love box of her opponent. Peyton's firm body pressed even harder against Natasha's as she squeezed the underside of the French girl's leg hard. The jolts of her body hitting her sexual release allowed her to keep jerking against the champion until she ultimately laid over Loclear limply, eyes closed as she panted. It was one hell of an orgasm she built up, and when she hit it, she hit it hard and it was amazing.

Natasha knew she had Peyton pushed to the furthest edge of her endurance, partly because she herself was drawing too close to her own limit for her comfort, but mainly from her experience in these matters. The real danger wasn't her cumming first now however, Peyton was going to burst before her she had no doubt about that, the real test would be if she could ride the wave of Peyton's orgasm without experiencing her own. When the red head could last no longer and climaxed against Natasha the bluenette was reminded just how violent and powerful the woman was as Peyton slammed herself against her, bucking her hips wildly with her juices splashing all over Natasha's lower body. She smacked the back of her head against the wall, letting out one drawn out scream of a moan with one hand squeezing Peyton's firm rear and the other tugging at her hair. "No..noo..noooo..fuck no!" Natasha cried out, repeatedly banging her head on the wall until finally, having been pushed right up to her limit, she felt Peyton calming down as her orgasm subsided.

Blinking in surprise at having managed to hold out Natasha rested her chin on Peyton's shoulder, long enough at least to move her hands to the red head's breasts and give her a hard shove down towards the mat.

Peyton was feeling a little loopy from the intense climax she had, her slick body rested right over Natasha's, feeling Natasha's chest heavily breathing against her own. McKee had her eyes closed and she felt that blunette's chin rest on her shoulder. The American let out a soft sigh of pleasure, enjoying the gentle display from Loclear before being shoved back onto the mat by her breasts.

"Ooooo! Nnnnh..." cried Peyton as she fell right onto her back and tried taking deep breaths, but the warm, steamy air made it more difficult for Peyton to keep going. It was clear that the champion hadn't orgasmed as well. There was no way she would have recovered that fast had she done so. McKee shook her head, knowing she was at a disadvantage now and wiped at the sweat on her brow before turning over onto her front and trying to crawl on her hands and knees away from Natasha. She needed a bit of distance from Natasha. Or, at least, enough space that she wouldn't be on the attack again. The redhead just needed another breather to get back into the spar, but she had a feeling that Loclear wasn't about to give her that luxury.

"Whew." Natasha had to take a moment to breath a sigh of relief after seperating herself from the powerhouse that was Peyton, leaning back against the wall with her breasts bouncing with every deep breath she took. That had been close, too close for comfort actually, but despite having already cum once at the hands of the red head Natasha had managed to outlast the American and bought herself a moment to calm down, if only ever so slightly. "I need to come down here...more often." She said with a laugh before prying her sweat covered body away from the sauna wall and walking over to Peyton who seemed to be trying to put some distance between them.

Catching up with Peyton the bluenette would reach down and make a grab for the woman's ankles, pulling her back before stepping over her to drop down and take a seat on the woman's back. Her hands would reach around to Peyton's front, taking a firm hold of the red head's slick breasts and pulling back until she was bent into a sexy camel clutch.

Peyton had managed to get a little distance from Natasha, but her opponent had put a stop to that by yanking back on her ankles, making the redhead fall flat on her face and chest. She groaned in protest, but Natasha sat on her back and then pulled back on Peyton's large breasts, wet from her sweat and still red from the abuse they have taken from the match so far. The bigger woman's back started to arch back as she yelled out, "Aaaaah! Get the hell off of me!"

Peyton grabbed at Natasha's wrists and then started to buck underneath her, trying to throw her off enough for the American to break out of the hold. She tried to pry the talon-like hands of Loclear off of her chest meat, but she knew that probably wasn't going to happen. She grunted and groaned, all of the bucking surely hurting her back further from the hold, but she knew she'd be worse off if she just let Natasha do what she wanted.

Once Natasha had sunk her fingers into Peyton's meaty breasts she wasn't going to let go without one hell of a fight. Her ass rubbed up and down along the red head's back while she struggled to keep herself on top of the woman's back, sliding all over yet somehow managing to keep a firm grip on the woman's breasts. "Make me!" Natasha's reply came with a brief laugh before her tongue flicked out to run along Peyton's right ear, pulling the lobe between her lips for her to suck hungrily. Her own tits were grinding against Peyton's back, so much so that she couldn't help but moan with each time her hard nipples passed over the others shoulder blades.

Peyton McKee was squirming and squealing in Natasha's hold. She was tough, but Natasha was tenacious. It wasn't too often that Peyton ended up in this sort of predicament, but she guessed that's why the French chick was the champ. The American was in a world of pain right now, mixed in with some pleasure from Natasha's sweaty body rubbing against her own, and she could feel the blunette teasing her ear. She shuddered once and allowed herself a single moment to enjoy it, letting out the lewdest of pleasurable moans before trying to mount her counter.

She had already pushed herself up enough, but Peyton was about to try to throw Natasha off of her since she got so close. The redhead reached back and grabbed the blue hair of her opponent before letting out a yell and tried to whip her off of her back and to the mat in front of her before collapsing down again, the toll being taken on her body regardless of the outcome.

Natasha had come close to cumming in the previous lock up with Peyton and already she was feeling herself growing close yet again as she rubbed her sweat soaked body over Peyton's back, the bluenette having to mentally scold herself for almost making herself cum. She slowed her movements substantially but that only helped Peyton get a firm grip on Natasha's luxurious blue mane, Natasha squeezing the red head's tits in a bid to outlast Peyton but the woman bucked her hips and pulled hard, throwing Natasha not only clean off of her but flipping the bluenette over as well so that she landed on her back with her head laying besides Peyton's own.

Fortunately for Natasha the move had left Peyton collapsed onto the floor, though she highly doubted the woman would stay there for very long. Rubbing her scalp with one hand she pushed herself upright with the other so that she was sitting at least, though with the steam catching her breath after the fall was taking longer than she would have liked. She pushed through however, at least managing to turn around so she was on her rear but at least facing the downed Peyton.

Peyton looked relieved when her counter worked and she saw Natasha on the mat, struggling herself. The redhead took that time to mercifully catch her breath and allow her aching muscles to heal. The sweat continued to pour out of her body as she glanced up to see Natasha sitting back up. The French chick was had an expression on her face... she was still rather turned on despite how pain and struggling. Peyton had seen enough girls in that position before that she knew exactly what it looked like.

So while Natasha had finally turned to face Peyton completely, the American said, "Hey... that was pretty good. But I'm still a freaking she-beast, and don't forget it!" And with that, McKee sprung up to her hands and knees and threw her bigger form at Natasha, attempting a low crossbody of sorts to take her down. If she could do that much, she would then try to perform a Leg Splitter while her wait was on top of Natasha, foregoing the typical version where she was at her feet but instead wanting to use her strength to pull both of Loclear's legs back and split them wide with the intent to keep her crotch spread wide for her.