An Italian Sandwich

The two of them waited for Diana to wake, silently staring across the ring at each, loving what they saw, both in the middle and on the other side. They both agreed to keep quiet for this as much as possible, both because they didn’t want to wake their guest early and because they wanted to the let the weight of the moment speak for itself. Three beautiful figures, nearly naked, sweaty and alone with nothing but time and energy to burn. Some things didn’t need much explanation.

Bubbles held her place for the moment, leaning back against the ropes with open arms, leaving herself wide open as she smiled. She would watch for now, get involved...when she felt like it. No, they’d decided beforehand how this would go. Mariah wanted a piece.

Her wife stepped forward, letting her full form show in the light. While she wasn’t near Bubbles’ size - few were - she still had a fine figure all the same, honed from her time as a professional wrestler. Toned legs, a washboard stomach, perky breasts that were aching to be touched.

Diana would have plenty of opportunity for that, too. She came to stop just a few feet away from the Italian and bent her knees, moving into a classic grappling stance. An unspoken challenge, the kind that she doubted a woman like this would ignore.

Diana may have been smothered senseless, but a short rest and the shock of her new scenario soon brought the Italian back to her full wits. Her body, whilst still sore from an expertly performed sandwiching of busty figures, was far from exhausted. Whilst she didn't feel she had the life in her yet to currently tussle with Bubbles outright in a serious manner, Diana felt she simply didn't have to.

One, as the fact that the beauty in Bubble's opposing corner had volunteered herself to wrangle the Italians figure.

And two, it was already apparent none of the women in the ring had any intention of any serious fighting.

"No complaints..." She'd mutter with a dark grin as she rose, almost as if it was an answer to the question of being offered Mariah over Bubbles. Hands matching the perky beauties own, Diana circled slowly, having already crouched to match Mariah's own. She didn't lunge however, or even offer a grapple of her own.

She'd already tasted Bubbles. She wanted to see how Mariah would dance.

Mariah licked her lips as the two of them circled, staring at each other like dueling tigresses. Right away, she could see everything that was driving Bubbles wild about this woman - the hunger, the aggression, the lust. Diana was confident. With a body like that, she had good reason to be. If this were an official match, she’d be giving the woman a wide berth.

But here, the playing field was more even. Here, it all came down to lust, and she had more than enough of that to spare.

Bubbles kept her distance for the moment, waiting in the corner. She couldn’t resist the urge to tease herself, stroking her sex as her wife and her lover squared off. There were fewer things that got her riled up better than seeing Mariah return to action, and while she couldn’t guess how well she would do against the Italian, she was aching to learn.

The time came for the speculation to end soon enough, as Mariah’s hunger became too much to bare. She found herself rushing forward, charging towards Diana on her knees in a mad attempt to push the muscular woman over and get on top of her, aiming to pin her down. Those lips. They just looked too succulent. She had to taste them against her, needed a long kiss, and she would get it, one way or the other.

Diana did not need to latch eyes with the giant behind her to know that she'd be taking in the sight. She imagined that this was hardly a fresh thing for the duo; given Mariah had already taken in the sight of Bubbles and Diana grinding, it was somewhat only fair that Mariah would be given the full attention of the fierce Italian now. Smiling at the mere thought, Diana opted to give the figure before her all focus, just as intended; that smile quickly forming a wide grin, at the simple image of Bubbles reacting to what the Italian had in mind for her lover.

Only, Diana did not take into consideration the fact that Mariah, whilst smaller than her lover by a large margin, and somewhat smaller than the Italian herself, was not a figure composed solely of soft flesh. Gripped considerably more firmly than she was expecting, Diana found her attempts to rise fully completely stifled as Mariah pushed her right back down. Albeit, not all the way, perhaps to Mariah's chagrin.

Tutting at the fact she had taken the perky beauty so lightly, the two bodies would now find themselves locked in something of a test of strength; with Diana on her knees, exerting pressure just to match the risen figure trying to shove her down. Those lips, hovering over her own, would find the Italian rearing back only a inch or so, practically teasing Mariah to come and get them. Tongue extending of course, to give just the gentlest of tickles upon Mariah's own.

Things would most certainly end up rough yet again, but for now. What was the harm in a little teasing?

As far as Bubbles was concerned, this was where things became interesting. More interesting at least. While Mariah was stronger than she looked at first glance, Diana has the body of a living goddess, a form that would’ve fit for any fitness magazine’s cover. Maybe her wife could put up with that for a little while, but to her eyes, it seemed like the Italian was holding back for the sake of entertainment. How much and for how long? That was the interesting question. One they were about to answer.

Mariah tried her best to hold on as Diana started to press forward, getting down on her knees to keep it from getting too awkward. She found the woman was a wall, that everything she could throw her way was halted. But, more than that, she found herself craving her all the more, as muscles swelled all over her magnificent body.

Those lips, those lips, those lips. Diana seemed to read her mind, taunting her with gentle licks, silently daring her to give in and bridge the gap. After a while, it was just too much to take - she had to pull Diana in and claim her mouth, taking her mouth into her own for a wet, sloppy, steaming kiss.

Of course that wasn’t without consequence. She seemed to melt away at the touch, and that caused her to fall back with Diana on top, not good for her chances of winning.

A sexy, fiery Italian beauty on top of her?

Somehow, Mariah didn’t mind all that much.

Figures clenching and exerting equal strength, it was perhaps a mixture of restraint on Diana's part alongside that lesser position that stopped the Italian dominantly and quickly claiming the top spot. Atleast, for now.

Eyes synced with Mariah's own, seemingly forgetting there was a somewhat hungry giant feasting on the spectacle before them, Diana would find herself giving the briefest of giggles as Mariah swapped all effort to push the Italian down for instead a full on taste of those lips. Giving in herself to the moment, holding the perky body softly against her as she gave as much to the swapping of saliva as Mariah did, a pair of wandering hands would begin to slide down Mariah's frame. Seemingly to simply grope the flesh of the figure so firmly against her now, Diana's hands were far from coy upon reaching that rear; jigglier and softer than her own, Diana found herself flustering at the feeling of that body so tightly in her midst. Alas however, her hands were moving with sole intention to grope Mariah, but instead held an ulterior motive.

For at a moments notice, Diana's hands both would seek to dig and pull into the knees of the beauty; gently nudging her frame forward, to seemingly look for that top spot she felt was somewhat inevitable. Only, whilst she felt the task would not be easy, she certainly didn't expect it to be as easy as it was.

Had Mariah purposefully given way?

"My my..." Now fully atop of the beauty, Diana's toned frame would find itself in possession of a soft, busty mattress.

"Did you trip..?"

Response given or not, Diana already knew the answer.

It almost went without saying, but Mariah was no stranger to having a strong, powerful woman overpowering her in sex. That was Bubbles’ signature after all, and it was rare for her to be on top in their encounters. Even when she was, it was still clear that she reached that position because her wife wanted her there, and that she could taketh away just as easily as she gaveth. One flip and she would be back on top and in control.

Diana wasn’t as big as Bubbles. Not as strong. But she was still a wild, aggressive, forceful woman, one who was certainly more than the average woman could handle. So it was a small wonder that Mariah found herself overwhelmed - as the Italian pressed, all she could do was fall away, going to her back, helpless in her embrace. By the time she realized what had happened, she was on her back with Diana on top, and all she could do was squirm. And buck. And slide. Mashing their bodies together, rubbing skin against skin, tender flesh against tender flesh.

It left her helpless, at her foe’s whim...not the worst position, really. ”You really think…” Mariah tried to push up, testing Diana’s strength in a vain attempt to force her way to free. ”Really think you can keep me down?”

"Ohhhhhohoho" Letting out a lowly, deep laughter at that teasing challenge from Mariah, Diana couldn't help but smile. She was far off dominating Bubbles, but a few moments of rare control in their encounter which now felt to be eons ago gave the lustful Italian a little confidence when it came to handling said giants softer, smaller lover. Although, she had no intent on making things painful, Diana was most certainly eager to assume the dominant role when it came to the sexual encounter before her. She had little chance for such with the aforementioned giant after all.

Opting to let actions speak louder than words, at least at first, Diana attempted something of a slow but firm locking of legs; slipping them over and around Mariah's own, in what was essentially a grapevine without the stretching element. Although, she'd tease such at first, not in an attempt to soften Mariah nor weaken those curvy legs, but to simply gain the side benefit of forcing her hips down hard upon Mariahs' own. All the while, her hands quite literally tickled upon either wrist before her, until they found fingers from which to lock with.

From there, the Italian simply opted to use what body weight she had, combined with a modest amount of strength, to force Mariah's top half flat to the canvas whilst locking up her bottom half. Nudging her own top half a little high into the sky, her curvy bust dangling above Mariah's own soft pair, Diana couldn't resist adding a tad bit of patronising to the moment. Lifting her head up and back, brushing her hair over her shoulders with the movement, the Italian gave a long, exaggerated exhale, puffing her cheeks as she did so, to try and make the whole affair seem as if it was easy to maintain!

"I think I can...why...you gonna prove me wrong?"

As Diana pinned her down and stared to work her over, taking steady control and riding down any attempt Mariah could make at escape, she had to ask a simple, silly question about the woman on top of her. ”You’re not a hentai wrestler?” She had to bite her lip quick to stifle a moan, as their loins bumped into each other and started an inadvertent grind. ”Right?”

It was meant as a joke, a little bit of levity in the moment, but there was a legitimate inquiry in there, too. This woman took to sensual dominance with ease ,controlling Mariah in ways she’d never known beyond Bubbles. She pushed up and felt powerful, but welcoming muscles keeping her down, immobilizing her with enveloping curves. Her grapevine wasn’t tight, but then, it wasn’t meant to be. Just the right amount of slack.

Mariah struggled, moved nowhere.

Struggled again, again moved nowhere.

When those hips ground into her, there was no holding back the wanting moan that came from her lips, no disguising the insane lust. When Diana flipped her hair back, she had a regal look to her, like a goddess walking among mortals. Such a body had to be kissed.

So that was what Mariah did. She lifted her head up and started planting kisses along Diana’s neck, savoring her taste after each peck, enjoying the taste of her sweat-soaked skin, sizzling on her tongue. After a lustful moan, she satisfied her need with a sharp bite on Diana’s neck, tempting the wrath of the goddess and looking forward to whatever came her way.

"Yeh. One night only..." Whispering back, Diana would not be given further space to do as she pleased with this soft skinned beauty, as Mariah apparently saw fit to turn Diana's neck into a sponge for her endless kisses. Diana of course could hold her stern demeanour no longer, letting loose a rather loud, uncharactersitically high pitched moan yet again. Head rolling back, the Italian apparently saw fit to give Mariah more and more skin to tend to, until the pinned figure was rehashing over flesh she had already suckled.

"That's...going to cost you..." Legs still holding their modest hold, her hands seeking to keep Mariah's hands flat to the ground, Diana leaned down, seemingly preparing to give Mariah a kiss or two back.

Only, in its place, was a rather smug grin.

Right before the Italian thrust her body almost impossibly tight alongside Mariah; grinding her entire torso up the curvy figures own; her own modest bust nearly threatening to push and mushroom Mariah's pair to the point of smothering the girl with them!