Everyone needs a Soak Now and Again (for Teesta)

Stuck underneath the heavier american, Natasha didn't have much say in the matter when the red head began to grind their pussies together, though even if she had she wouldn't have been able to refuse such an offer. She broke their kiss when Peyton buried those claws of hers in the bluenette's heavy breast, moaning deeply as her back arched against the floor of the sauna. The heat of the room was definitely getting to her but it wasn't nearly as bad as the heat between the two of them, her mind was hazey with all the endorphins pumping through her system, making it difficult for her to think of anything but furthering her own pleasure.

She pushed the index finger of her hand on Peyton's ass inward, prodding the entrance to the woman's rear hole while they tribbed harder with every passing second. The wet sounds of their pussies smacking together, splish...splish...splish echoing through the room as they went at it hot and heavy. She pushed a finger into the red head's rear hole, going slow and steady to make sure Peyton felt every centimeter of it driving into her.

The moans from each woman filled the extremely warm room as well as their panting, each woman feeling more and more aroused by the second as their sweat-covered bodies continued to move against each other. Peyton was thoroughly enjoying this, her more pale body rather flushed at this point. She then let out a sharp gasp as she felt insertion into her rear opening. She shuddered and then felt a renewed passion, giving the blunette a deep and passionate kiss before her hand yanked on Natasha's hair to force her head back a bit before kissing, sucking, and tantalizing the Frenchwoman's neck. McKee's body was trembling as her pace continued and every part of their bodies started to move faster. The only thing running Peyton's mind at this point was her desire for more of Natasha Loclear.

If she wasn't experiencing it first hand Natasha wouldn't have believed a rookie could have her rapidly climbing to yet another orgasm so soon after the previous, yet thats exactly what Peyton wasa doing to her. She was gasping for air but seemed to be sucking down more of the hot steam than oxygen, trouble she knew Peyton would be having as well though since she was on top the woman wasn't having to exert herself nearly as hard as Natasha was in that exchange. "Oh fuck!" She yelped at the unexpected tug on her blue mane, those pained groans turning into moans as the american ravaged her neck with sloppy kisses.

She had one advantage that Peyton didn't however and tried to exploit it, pumping the finger wedged deep in the woman's ass at an ever increasing pace to keep her attention as divided up as she could. This fiery american had already proven herself to be every bit as wild and powerful as she had claimed to be, more than meeting Natasha's hopes for her, but she still wasn't done! Natasha had to try again, planting her right foot as she thrust her hip up, pushing Peyton not to roll her over but to toss the woman off of her instead so she could roll in the opposite direction and prevent the orgasm she felt coming.

The redhead felt Natasha react to her more and more, even as started to tantalize her neck with lovely kisses. The finger inside of her rear opening had been drawing Peyton more and more into a frenzy though as she continued to trib Loclear aggressively. She then felt Natasha start to push away from her, trying her best to throw Peyton off, and McKee had resisted for just long enough until she was finally forced off of Natasha.

Peyton rolled over into a sitting position and watched as Natasha rolled away. Peyton brushed some of the hair stuck to her face away and then let out a laugh despite her exhausted-looking state. "What's up Nattie? Why don't you come back here? We both know you want more," said McKee, smirking and then starting to crawl over towards her.

Natasha was quite torn between her body's desire to grind with Peyton until she couldn't move anymore and her mind constantly reminding her that this was supposed to be a sparring bout, at least thats what it had started out as. Pride was a funny thing though and Natasha just couldn't lay down and fuck, even if that sounded rather delicious right then. Now that her mind was made up she took another stab at throwing the woman off of her, only this time she suceeded, her body feeling like it was in shock at the sudden abscence of ecstasy. Rolling to the side Natasha rose back up onto her knees, wiping the sweat from her face as best she could before turning to look at Peyton with a wide smirk on her lips.

"Nattie huh?" She laughed softly as she then pushed herself back up onto her feet. "Oh I want more, actually I want all of you, but you have to fight to take all of me." Natasha beckoned for Peyton to get back to her feet, even as she rubbed at her left breast with her other hand.

Peyton laughed a bit at her opponent's words and then stood up, meeting up with Natasha and reaching forward in an unthreatening motion to her blue hair and tangled a finger in it, smirking. "You know, I'm not above just declaring this thing a draw so we can just start taking the time to really enjoy each other, if you want... God knows, we've both been through enough, and then this steam, I know it has to be getting to you because it's definitely getting to me."

The American then stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Natasha's waist and gave her an endearing kiss with her warm, dripping body pressed up against Loclear's.

Natasha raised an eyebrow as Peyton rose and walked towards her, making no move to attack but instead gently pressing herself against the Frenchwoman in what was a surprisingly intimate embrace for someone as strong as Peyton. Not one to be outdone she smiled, running her fingers through the fiery red hair of the american while her other hand slid down along the woman's back, coming to a rest on that gorgeous ass of hers. "A draw huh?" She half whispered, glancing away as she took a moment to think it over. "Well I could go further but you make a good point. If you're wanting a draw who am I to refuse?"

She leaned into the kiss, more forcefully mashing her tits to Peyton's in an embrace that was growing steamier by the second. "But...only if we can have a proper contest later. Perhaps this evening if you think you can recover enough.

"See, that's what I was thinking? Why keep going like this and just tiring each other out when we can just enjoy ourselves without having to worry about trying to pull away from each other, right? I think you'll have a much better time, baby..." explained Peyton before giving Natasha another kiss, gently brushing her cheek before moving her mouth to Natasha's neck again, giving it affectionate kisses.

"Maybe a proper contest another time. For now, I think we earned ourselves an opportunity to work together for our pleasure... and not against each other," murmured Peyton before accenting her point with an playful bite on Natasha's neck.

A soft moan slipped out of Natasha's lips each time the red head planted another kiss on her tender neck, her eyes closed shut to push out everything but the feel and sound of those delicious kisses. "I was having a rather good time already..." She said softly in protest though her hand took a firm grip on Peyton's firm rear, pulling her in close to reintroduce their pussies to each other. She gasped at first but as her hips began to move, their slick and swollen labia parting to fully embrace, their mixed juices and sweat making the tribbing all the smoother. "You passed the test so...well, perhaps you have earned a reward."

Peyton McKee moaned out as their crotch rubbed against each other, the lubrication between them making it absolutely effortless as they rocked into each other. The redhead then reached down and lifted up one of Natasha's legs to get more access to her love folds. McKee continued to kiss and nip at Natasha's neck as she spoke and made her way up to Natasha's ear, giggling. "Didn't know this was a test and that I'd get a reward... Otherwise I might have tried harder, babe," said the American jokingly, accenting it by nibbling on Loclear's ear as their hot embrace continued.