Sexual workout (Belinda and Marisa)

Marisa smiled, her hips churning against Belinda's as her sex slid up and down against Bel's clit.
She saw Bel reach for the ropes and gave a laugh.
"No Belinda, there's no escape out here. Just lie back and feel the heat building between your legs, because I'm going to fuck you dry." she said huskily.

Marisa had worked her pussy lips really well over Belinda's clit in the figure four so each churn of her hips hit Belinda good and well.. Belinda huffed out as Marisa twisted her hips wider then usual once, breaking her concentration off of the ropes for a moment but only for a moment...

She had to get to them ropes, pressing her hands down on the mat she grunted out deeply as she dragged herself and Marisa's body backwards painstakingly inches at a time, sweat just dripping off her body with each movement.. Pausing each time and biting her lower lip with a cringe of effort not to get over excited each time Marisa decided to do a deep churn of her hips then usual

Marisa raised her eyebrows as Bel began to long haul to the ropes.
"Wow, you really want those ropes don't you?" she asked. "But Bel, there's no ref. No reason to let you go even if you make it to the ropes."
Her hips continued their movement, her thrusts and swivels causing the lips of her sex to pulse and squeeze around the Frenchwoman's clit.
"Face it, baker, you're mine until I choose to let you go..." she said in a breathless voice. "And that doesn't happen until to admit that I'm the better erotic wrestler..."
She knew it might be a little overdramatic, and out here nobody that mattered would hear the words, but Marisa grinned at the thought of the Hentai champion saying those words aloud.

"You wouldn't dare..." Belinda said in a rugged French voice in response to the news that Marisa wasn't going to acknowledge a rope break, Belinda stopped for a moment and grimanced as a swivel of Marisa hips got Belinda good and made her sex throb with growing pleasure "...You can't claim to be a better erotic wrestler if you don't accept rope break.." Belinda panted out, hoping to convince Marisa cause she'd worked so hard to get to them.. "And I'll never say those words." She dragged herself back another couple of hard drawn out inches before flopping backwards and reaching out to clutch onto the bottom ropes, letting out some deep heavy pants as she had finally succeeded in getting to them ropes

"Hmph." Marisa grunted as Bel reached the ropes. Standing up, she grabbed onto Bel's legs and pulled, trying to yank her away from the ropes towards the middle of the ring. If she does, she'll reapply the hold, wanting 'punish' the Hentai Champion's pussy with more pleasure
"There! Let's see if you can do that again." Marisa cried with a toss of her hair.

Belinda sighed in relief as Marisa was forced to release the sexual hold, her hands slipping from the ropes as she no longer needed to hold them. But then she was taken by surprise and gasped as Marisa grabbed up her legs again to drag her away from the ropes...

"Non.. non!" Belinda protested, reaching out for the ropes but missing them... She also didn't have the strength to fight Marisa off after such an intense work out and battle with her rival... Marisa twisted her legs and then sat down to slap the figure four clit lock on firmly right slap bang in the middle of the ring.

"owww zut..." Belinda groaned out as she lay on her back, moving her hands up to cover her face as Marisa's mound bumped sticky and wetly against her own. Her over heated sex started to throb, her bust expanded and contracted deeply as she again started to rapidly approach another orgasm

"Oh yes....here you come again." Marisa declared as she felt Bel's sex contract.
She sped up the movements of her hips, her sex tearing away at Bel's clitoris as she added a twisting motion to her hips.
"This time, call my name when you cum. That will be enough of a surrender for my taste, Belinda."

Marisa's teasing seductive voice told it how it was, "here you come again"... Belinda would have liked to prove Marisa wrong but as the American sensed Belinda was close she redoubled her efforts and Belinda just couldn't resist it. Her body tensing, her pants becoming rapid and desperate, no chance of her denying Marisa yet another orgasm... Bel had lost count how many time it was now in this spar, but it was the second time to the same hold!

Belinda was however able to bite her lip when Marisa declared that screaming her name would be taken as a submission... The french vixen never gives up! She still wasn't able to hold back a normal scream though...

"AHHHHH!!!" Belinda cried out, her hands falling away from her face and over her head as her bust arched up. Her hot cum splatted right onto Marisa's mound and some going inside the American's sex as Belinda's hips started to buck with pleasure.

Marisa looked at Bel, expecting to hear her give a submission, but the French woman didn't give her the satisfaction. She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she felt Belinda's sex spasm and gush against hers. The wetness gathered on the women's sexes wasn't entirely from Bel. Marisa was also feeling the effects of the erotic hold after keeping Bel trapped in it for so long.
"Bel...how many more can you take?" she asked with a teasing lilt to her voice although there was also an underlying current of fatigue now.

Belinda hips continued to buck in orgasm for some time, finally slowing till she lay on her back gasping in deep ragged pants... Her chest moved up and down so hard that her naked breasts bobbed and bounced lightly.. Belinda put her forearm over her forehead, eyes closed and cheeks deeply flushed..

As Marisa asked, Belinda knew she couldn't take much more of this... She'd become lightheaded and kinda dizzy, not to mention really sensitive around her womanhood. This "light spar" had felt like it had turned into something more like a rigorous match up for the hentai championship, Belinda certainly knew right now that Marisa will have taken her out of hentai action for a few days to come after this due to the fact that she'd be so exhausted and sensitive that a feather touch in the right place would have her crying out like a kawaii!!

For now Marisa wasn't really working the hold although it remained locked on, Belinda was hopeful that Marisa would let go, but she pretty knew that Marisa would keep her locked in this hold indefinitely unless the French vixen could break out. Belinda was so tired and it felt so good now that she was really tempted to just lay back and let Marisa take her to another orgasm, but Belinda didn't know if she'd be able to take it... So now was her only chance, while Marisa wasn't putting on any pressure.

Belinda twisted her hips, cringing as her clit moved between Marisa's pussy lips... She reached her arm over and started trying to turn herself onto her front and roll Marisa into a reversal of the figure four clit lock, with a deep grunt of effort