Zulime Lafitte vs. Priscilla Haynes

Priscilla was talking in between the moaning. Zulime did not hear it. Blood was rushing through her body now, and the excitement of the moment was getting to her. Zulime felt like one of the voodoo priestesses of old out in the bayou, whirling and twirling and doing her utmost to summon the loa down to the earth. Priscilla, this beautiful woman, was her propitiation too the spirits, demons and gods swirling around the ring, and Zulime was giving this woman her absolute utmost.

Her fingers went in and out, up and down, in circles and around. Her own knees threatened to knock together, save for the fact that Priscilla was in between them. The non-busy hand moved on its own, perhaps possessed by the inchoate spirits tired of lurking on the periphery, and moved towards Priscilla's breasts. She was humping her opponent now, outside of her direct will. Her breasts were bouncing up and down, bare to the world, and she did not care.

Priscilla had to admit that Zulime was skilled. Too skilled, in fact. Compared to her normal endurance, her sexual endurance was actually not all that impressive, which made her even more vulnerable against Zulime's sexual technique. She felt like she was slowly turning into her plaything, though she was trying her best to fight back.

"Aaahn... nnnhh..." Priscilla shivered, feeling pleasure washing over her whole being. Her lower half trembled as she unconsciously humped her hips, wanting to experience more from her opponent's skilled fingers. Still, there was a little bit of defiance in her expression as she tried to endure the arousal that she's currently experiencing, though she knew that she needed to find a way out to fight back. At the moment, she wasn't in any shape to do anything to fight back, and if this was to continue, she might reach her limit, which would result in her defeat.

Zulime kept going. She was in now, and there was no way in hell that she would consider slowing down, let alone stop. Her eyes were half-closed, as if she were the one in ecstasy. She was deaf to the roar of the crowd, but she acutely heard the sounds of sexual pleasure from the woman on the mat. To Zulime, this was no longer a match. This was one woman loving another, and the fact that they were in a ring was only circumstantial. The New Orleans girl had come here for one thing, and she was getting it.

And dear lord was she getting it. Her skillful fingers were going in and out at a frenetic pace now, and the Riverboat Queen was holding absolutely nothing back. Zulime had one focus at the moment, and no more than one. She was going to get Priscilla to cum, come hell or high water. The Riverboat Queen began kneading Priscilla's breast almost desperately now, trying to do everything in her power to get her to climax.

"Ooouhh... aahhn~" Priscilla could tell that she would reach her limit soon, and she would rather keep it to herself, she actually enjoyed being pleasured in such a manner by her opponent. With her body involuntarily jerking due to Zulime's ministration, she found out that she actually liked the attention Zulime had given to her. Her breasts being kneaded also didn't help the matter as she moaned loudly, her defiance slowly melting.

Her resolve to win had been slowly replaced by her desire to reach the peak of her arousal, and she would encourage the Riverboat Queen to help her reach that with her sweet, lustful moans. At this point, she did no longer care if she lost, because Zulime's touch had been heavenly, and she would rather not stop her from bringing her past her limit. And judging from the shivering and the moistening of her sex, it would be only a matter of time before she would reach her orgasm.

Zulime kept going. There was blood in the water, and she was an alligator about to go on a frenzy. She grinded on top of Priscilla, totally overcome by her feelings of lust. Her slick fingers were now going in and out of Priscilla's sex at a rapid pace, and the Riverboat Queen was just not going to stop. She couldn't. The moment had overtaken her. She was sweating, breathing hard, and feeling totally overwhelmed.

But still, she kept going. Zulime was making love to Priscilla with a furor that had been unknown to the denizens of the AFW arena. Her skilled fingers slid in and out of the woman below her, and the Riverboat Queen was rocking with the whole ocean now. Her large chest bounced even higher now. She was determined.

Priscilla's mind was in disarray as her body became a plaything for the self-proclaimed Riverboat Queen, with her skillful fingers thrusting in and out of her sex, sending waves after waves of pleasure all over her body. She had lost her coherence and control over herself, and judging from the looks on her face, she was thoroughly enjoying the attention her opponent had granted her. Moaning loudly while her body arched up, she could no longer hold back her imminent climax as her toes curled, and before long, she reached her limit and came.

"Nnnnnghhaahhhhn!!" Her whole body tensed as she reached her orgasm, her hips involuntarily bucking in her effort to ride out her climax before she finally slumped on the mat, panting and drooling slightly, her mind in disarray after experiencing such a mind-blowing orgasm. The moment she finally regained her clarity, she acknowledged that she had lost, which wasn't too bad, when she thought about it, considering that Zulime had quite a magical touch, and while it was still a loss, she actually enjoyed it. But for now, she could only pant in exhaustion, her body shivering a little after her orgasm earlier.

There it was. Zulime had felt Priscilla getting closer and closer, and now the levee had finally broken. Priscilla's body shuddered and sputtered, and Zulime felt a rush of pride. First of all, because she had made love with such a beautiful woman, and second, because she had won her debut. Zulime recognized that she was in the right place because she could do both at the same time. After a few more pumps just to draw out the pleasure.

Zulime then leaned down and kissed Priscilla. "Whenever you want to get one back, gimme a call." Her voice was low, and Zulime did everything she could so that only Priscilla heard.

She then stood up and raised both of her hands. The crowd went wild at the Riverboat Queen. She smiled, mirroring their positive sentiment. Zulime then licked the hands that had been inside Priscilla, and the crowd loved that little part of her. The little ref girl seemed a little bit timid about raising Zulime's hands, but she did it anyways.

Priscilla panted, trying to catch her breath as she slowly recovered from her orgasm. When Zulime leaned down to kiss her, she closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet taste of her conqueror's lips. "Haaa... of course, though you need to give me your number first..." she said, licking her lips. Being in the ring with Zulime was good enough, but she couldn't imagine what's it like to be in a bed with this New Orleans girl.

Seeing that Zulime was celebrating her first victory in AFW, in her debut match no less, Priscilla smiled but still remained on the mat. She thought that she needed to rest for a while before she could get up. The orgasm earlier seemed to have taken quite a lot out of her, and Zulime's magical touch had left her drained.

"Congratulation..." Priscilla said, congratulating her foe who had bested her. Putting the dissatisfaction of being beaten in the ring aside, she couldn't quite complain about her loss, considering that it felt good when her foe played with her body earlier. But next time, she would be the one to emerge victorious if they were to face each other in the ring again.

Zulime walked over and gave Priscilla a hug. She had made her cum, but that was no reason she couldn't be classy. The Riverboat Queen walked around the ring one time with her hands up. Tonight had not been absolutely perfect, and Priscilla had given her a hell of a match. Still, she had won her debut. There were amazing wrestlers who did not win their first matches, and this was the big leagues.

Sensually, Zulime bent down and slipped under the middle rope and landed on the floor of the arena. She gave her fans a wave and disappeared into the staging area. There, she took a breath. A smile seemed permanently etched on her face at this point and she looked for her snake. The Riverboat Queen was still half naked, but she did not mind. She found her snake and wrapped it around her shoulders. The New Orleans girl left a note for one of the worker bees, to get her opponent's number.

She started walking back to the locker room. Zulime felt that she had more than earned a glass of wine.

Priscilla smiled and blushed slightly when Zulime hugged her. She was glad that her opponent was gracious enough to do that, even after she defeated her earlier. Then Priscilla continued watching her celebrating her first victory in AFW, and she let out a soft sigh. And soon, the victor left the ring and then the arena, but not before fetching her pet snake. She saw Zulime giving one of the workers something, which was presumably her number.

After a while, Priscilla got up, feeling slightly self-conscious but not quite embarrassed by her state of nakedness, and seeing the one who was bested by Zulime earlier slipping out of the ring in the nude seemed to have elicited a reaction from the crowd. It seemed that they were appreciating this little bit of fanservice as Priscilla made her way out of the arena, heading over to the locker room to clean up and rest. She might as well watch the recording of this match for purposes such as... researching and stuff.

Well, before she left, she took Zulime's number from the worker. She was looking forward to see the Riverboat Queen again and see how well she would fare in bed.

Winner: Zulime Lafitte