Zulime Lafitte vs. Kim Rhee - Third Time's The Charm

If Kim reached the ropes while Zulime was fucking her, would she to let go? Did rope breaks apply to sexual moves as well?

Interesting question, and one Kim couldn’t be sure of as she laid there on the floor. Not that it would be too relevant at the moment - whatever the answer, Zulime wasn’t the type to take chances, as she pulled her back and away from the edge of the ring. Her dark-skinned opponent was a big fan of foreplay, either. No teasing words, no taunts, just straight to the fingers sliding in her privates.

Not that Kim would complain too much. There was something to be said for being direct, and this was giving her the chance to recover. ”Eager, aren’t we?”  Kim arched her back and sighed as Zulime went to work, keen to let things play out for the moment. She had an idea on how to spin this, but there was no need to activate the trap just yet.

Zulime was practically salivating as she dragged her opponent closer to the center of the ring. She paused for a moment. No, she was not quite an opponent. Now, Zulime thought of her as more of a playmate. And Zulime wanted to play very badly. It looked like Kim wanted to play as well, despite her sarcastic comment. After all, her little playmate did not seem too keen on fighting back.

Fire flashed in Zulime's deep brown eyes when she took a greater appreciation of the situation. Her skilled fingers were sliding in and out with great passion now. She was really getting a feel for this woman, and Zulime liked what she was feeling. The Riverboat Queen saw the graceful arch of her lover's back, and took that as an invitation to go a little bit harder.

The girl from New Orleans started humping the air. This night was still young, and it was already beginning to overtake her. Her pupils dilated and her muscles flexed. She was totally in the moment.

Kim was going to come. She accepted that, and she didn’t see it as a terribly big problem. That was the beauty of a hardstyle hentai match, as opposed to a regular one - you could come and still win the fight. Sure, it would mean that Zulime had a headstart on her, but it was far from an impossible gap to bridge.

That being said, she had ideas. Ideas on how to have her cake and eat it, too. Zulime was clearly getting turned on from turning Kim on, and she could work with that.

She did nothing to stop the adventurous fingers in her sex. She wouldn’t dream of stopping a master in the middle of her work. But that didn’t mean she had to just lie there and take it. ”Come here.” She huskily whispered as she leaned up and pawed at Zulime’s hair, urging her foward with wanting eyes. ”I don’t have to be the only one getting satisfied, here - if you want to take me, then take me.”

There was the bait. Would Zulime bite?

Zulime was going at it, and going at it hard. She was Louis Armstong with a trumpet, Maya Angelou with a pen, and Jacques-Louis David with a brush. This was going to be her greatest composition, and she was only in her second act. And it looked like her lover for the evening was appreciating it quite a little bit as well. Like Zulime, she must not have seen this as some wrestling match, but a tryst between lovers that happened to be in front of several thousand screaming fans.

The Riverboat Queen leaned in. She was quite into it herself but she was responding to the woman's sultry words and even sexier actions. The woman had given herself over to the night. Zulime could hardly blame her for letting her passions overtake her. Had Zulime been in the exact same position, she would have done the exact same thing.

The girl from New Orleans leaned in, going for something that was halfway between a lick and kiss. There was no talking. Zulime felt that there was very little need for words at this point. It was all feeling, and there was no better way to show that than sheer action.

Fighting. Fucking. In the AFW, the line between the two were constantly blurred, and this current match was a perfect example. No more than two minutes ago, the two of them had been battering each other around the ring. Now they were horizontal and going at it like stallions in heat. In the next two minutes, who knew?

One thing was for sure, though - when that time came around, they would both be significantly stickier.

In came Zulime with the kiss, and Kim wasn’t disappointed as their lips met. Her foe’s mouth was plump and pleasing, with an adventurous time that she was eager to accept. She suckled on the tip and drew it into her mouth, while her own tongue curved about and poked at the Cajun’s teeth. She reached up and wrapped her arms around Zulime’s neck, drawing her in even closer, making sure there would be no premature end to the embrace.

All the while, she began to thrust her hips up, helping the effort to pump her along, letting them go deeper and deeper still. She was close now, it wouldn’t take too much to get to the edge, but the closer she could get Zulime before she plunged, the better.

Zulime was not stopping now. She could not be stopped. Zulime was a gator haunting the Louisiana swamp, and Kim was the juiciest piece of meat out there. Her long hair had fallen over her and Kim, and the Riverboat Queen paid no mind. Kim was kissing her, making love to her, and Zulime simply could not ignore it. Every fiber of her being was going, and going with great intensity. Zulime repaid all of Kim's favors tenfold. Her mouth remained open, and her tongue roamed. The noises she made were nothing short of animalistic, and Zulime was exploring all of the space she could get her hands on.

Her own temperature started rising quite a bit. Still, she kept working sweet Kim. The Cajun girl knew that Kim was not terribly far away from boiling over, and she was going to push and push until she found that sweet spot. Zulime's fingers pumped and moved and wiggled, trying to extract from Kim everything that she could.

The fact that the crowd was on their feet, stomping and hooting and shouting made it all the more exciting.

”Mmm.” Kim bit her lip and darkly chuckled as Zulime went to work on her, plumbing that finger into her depths with such vigor. ”All this energy…”

It might have sounded like a taunt, but she meant it as a compliment. She and the dark beauty were hardly getting off to the most friendly of relationships, but she could appreciate the erotic aggression her foe had, the raw passion she brought to the table. Against such heat, there was only one thing Kim could do.

She came.

Her back arched, her toes curled, and something between a sigh and a growl escaped her lips, as her arousal spilled over Zulime’s waiting fingers. She shuddered as the high ran through her, and she reluctantly pulled her lips away from the Cajun’s. ”Good...so good.”

There was a moment, a single flash in time, where she looked up lovingly at her opponent, showing her thankfulness for the gift she’d been given. It was genuine, too.

But when that moment ended, Kim brought her head up and slammed her forehead into Zulime’s nose, going for an abrupt headbutt.

Zulime kept pushing and pushing and pushing. Once the Riverboat Queen had resolved to accomplish something she usually got it done. She felt Kim out, and then she finally got it out of her. Zulime felt the power of the orgasm overtake Kim, a feeling she had known many times before. By proximity, she felt quite a lot of joy herself, and smiled down at her most recent lover. It was so good, she thought. In the next moment, Kim looked up at her with a genuine softness that Zulime appreciated. She nearly felt like bending down at kissing her right there. The moment the two of them shared was genuinely pleasant, she thought.

Zulime did not have to bend down to kiss Kim because Kim rose up to meet her. The embrace was somewhat less than tender. Kim's forehead slammed into Zulime's nose, and she cried out immediately. She held her nose, her fingers still wet with Kim's wetness, and was sat down. All of the happy feelings she had disappeared. It seemed as if Kim had done something unfair, and Zulime was quietly fuming.

Her eyes were watering now, and she blinked a few times and scooted away, trying to gain some distance between her and Kim. In the grand scheme of things, she really could not explain why. After all, it was her who had gotten over the first hump to win the match. Her large rear moved her away from Kim nonetheless.

All’s fair in love and war, right? This hentai match was both combined, so it doubly applied. The crowd - which Kim had almost forgotten existed in her lust - gave her a hearty round of booing from the cheap tactic, but she didn’t feel an ounce of shame. If it was legal, it was game.

Now it was her turn, she was the one on the hunt. She sat up and saw Zulime reeling from the blow, watched as she wisely scooted away. Fear, perhaps? Whatever it was, Kim saw it as something she could work with.

She did a quick kip up and rose to her feet in an instant, taking advantage of the rest time to heal her aching bones. Crossing one leg in front of the other, she stalked after Zulime as she scooted away, trailing after her with a sultry sways of the hip. In the distance, someone whistled a catcall. ”Where are you going?” She canted her head to the side with a curious gaze. ”It’s your turn now.”

Zulime's eyes darted up and down. For a second, they lingered on Kim's eyes, trying to pick apart what her next move would be. Zulime was a neophyte compared to many women at AFW, and could not intuit what was coming next. She then looked out at the crowd, trying to gauge their reaction. They were far away, and she was in the ring. The Riverboat Queen's attention turned to Kim's swaying hips. She could hardly be blamed for that, she felt. Kim was an incredibly sensuous woman, and Zulime was not above feeling the pull.

She then looked back at Kim's face. Whatever it was that she was planning, she had to get going quickly. Kim was coming, and there was nothing that she could do about it. Zulime scooted one last time, then held fast. "My turn to do what? Stick it anotha hole? Ain't exactly that type, sweetheart." A strand of hair concealed one eye. She did not blow it out of her field of vision.

Zulime was not a terribly fast girl, but she tried to get up and gather herself as quickly as she possibly could. Kim was nearly on top of her now. Her opponent's and lover's plan was surely not going to end well for her, and the Riverboat Queen reckoned that she could face it a little better on her feet than on her butt.