Annette Weber vs MIO - Moonstruck

Ann wouldn’t call herself a cruel woman. She wasn’t like some of the feistier wrestlers she faced off with in the indie leagues, the kind that wasn’t afraid to draw things out longer than they needed to if it meant hearing their opponent mewl a while longer. Ann was all about a clean, satisfying finish. Too much of a good thing only ruins it in the end, after all.

But Mio...was just too cute. Every little twitch, every wiggle of her body every time the Norwegian’s delicate fingers moved along her supple, petite curves. It was hard to resist the urge to play with her toy for a little bit longer.

Especially when she was asking so nicely.

“Oh, Mio. You can do better than that.” Ann untangled her legs and pushed Mio off onto her stomach. From behind, the former model would crawl across her back. Her silky, silver hair draped across her sides and along her shoulders to brush the tiny wrestler beneath her. As she settled down on the smaller girl’s back, she’d sneak her legs around Mio’s left while wrapping her arm around her neck in an STF. Enough to ensnare, but not enough leave her breathless. There was a little bit more she wanted to hear while Mio still had the energy to spare. “How bad do you want it?”

Mio gasped as Ann pushed her off, confused at how things turned out as she fully expected to be finished by the woman. On her stomach, she then felt her lithe form being wrapped around in the STF position by the model, making her wriggling cutely within the hold, but obviously not enough to pose a problem to her opponent. She's already far too deep in her submissiveness to even think about resisting Ann after all.

"H-haaa... p-pleahsee... A-Ann-s-saaamaaa..." she pleaded while panting, her body seemingly remained on the edge just from being held by the woman. "Phweaasee... l-let me... c-cuuumm..." her lower half even somewhat trying to hump air as if she's desperately looking for a contact, even if it would only keep her frustrated at best. "I... I need it... s-so b-baaad... haaa..."

"'Phweeeease'?" She giggled, her body humming lightly against Mio’s back as she leaned her head closer, giving the raven girl’s ear a light nibble. "You're too cute, you know that?"

Ann leaned as far to one side as she could before suddenly swinging her weight to the other side, flipping the STF and putting Mio on top. With her arm still wrapped close around the petite wrestler’s neck, her free hand would journey down to her exposed, blushing opening between her legs. The Norwegian didn’t ease her way in this time. None of the tenderness, none of the honeying up. Just as quick as Mio found herself facing the ceiling, Ann ravaged the girl’s waiting pussy with her two center fingers, pumping in and out with surging vigor.

Ann clutched the raven girl tightly, pulling her closer against her and burying her head into the space between her shoulder and her neck, breathing hot breaths as she ran her tongue along the burning surface of her soft skin. A little more now...a little more...

"Uuu..." Mio shuddered as she felt the nibble on her ear, then gasped as Ann quickly shifted around to put her on top of the woman. "Hyyiii...!" the raven haired girl's petite form then bucked off from the fingering and writhed around while moaning shamelessly. "H-haaaa...! Y-yesshh...! A-Ann-s-saamaaa... ooohh...!"

She's completely putty in the woman's grasps now, her whole body being pretty sensitive to the point that Ann's breathing and tongue on her skin were making her wriggling around cutely. Her orgasm probably could come any minute now, if not seconds. Even her lower half was trying to hump the invading fingers between her legs to illustrate her eagerness for a release.

The Norwegian nipped and suckled along the soft skin of Mio’s neck, coating in warm wetness and her damp breath. She bucked and humped against her back from underneath, desiring every inch of contact she could muster from the supply body in her grasp.

Her delicate fingers felt the building heat within her nethers, the walls of her tight pussy constricting tighter and tighter around her fingers as they thrust in and out with greater vigor. Mio’s whimpers tasted like sweet honey. Ann moaned a long and hot breath into her ear, releasing the hold on Mio’s arm that constricted her neck. With her newly free hand, the model cupped Mio’s cheek and brought their faces close together, pressing her lips straight into the Japanese girl’s ear to whisper one command steeped in the lust that flicked off her tongue and echoed into Mio’s head.

“Finish.” Ann ran her tongue along the crook of Mio’s neck, up across her cheek and into her mouth as she bared over her, pulling her closer and thrusting deeper into her until she reached her heated climax.

Ann's command right on her ear was met with an immediate effect. Mio felt her body tensing up, shuddering, and her lower half would spasm and thrust itself back and forth wildly as she's pushed off the peak of ecstasy.

"Haaaa....!! Ooooohh...!! A-Aann-s-saamaaaahhhhnn...!!!" she cried loudly as her womanhood burst out, her juices spurt out like a fountain, over and over again despite her already having a few orgasms before this. "Iyaaahhnn...!! Y-yeessshh... g-gaawwddd...!!" the raven haired girl continued to hump on the model's digits until she's eventually limping off from being drained by what probably was her most powerful orgasm for the night.

"Fweeehh... Ann... s-saamaa..." Mio moaned and writhed around with a stupid expression on her face, barely conscious, her mind still pretty much blank from the sheer ecstasy she just had.

Little by little, Ann could feel the heat welling around her fingertips, the slick muscle begging for an end to the tension. As Mio approached her heavy climax, Ann pumped harder and harder, flicking her digits at each and every spot of her inner walls. All at once, the Japanese girl gushed in a steamy release. The Norwegian thrust deep one last time, driving up the hilt as Mio came and spilled her surrender all along the floor.

“Match point.” Ann giggled as she withdrew her fingers from Mio’s pussy. With a warm kiss to the girl’s cheek, Ann rolled the pettie wrestler off her to the side. The model watched her defeated partner with a bemused smirk and a hand to one cheek, relaxing over the exciting night the two had shared. Not the most competitive match she’d ever had, but boring? Perish the thought. Ann reached over and held Mio’s chin in her hand, bringing her gaze over and forcing their eyes to meet.

“You look down for the count.”

Her gaze towards Ann was almost an empty one. The last orgasm she had pretty much took almost everything left inside her lithe frame. Her muscles were like jellies, her brain a mush. She's still shivering and breathing heavily, seemingly ready to pass out anytime soon, and yet it looked like she's trying to stay awake even if her mind was already not thinking about the match.

She wanted to keep looking at the absolute beauty that was Ann, setting aside the fact that she couldn't even response to her taunting due to how exhausted she was at the moment. If there was a referee in this room, the raven haired girl probably would be declared as loser due to her barely able to move, but as it was, she'd be at the total mercy of the model...

“Careful. Don’t go falling for me now.”

Annette giggled to herself as watched Mio settle and breathe heavily against the covers of the mattress, hopelessly starstruck and beyond exhausted by the long evening they’d shared. It only took a moment for the Norwegian to tell how far gone the Japanese girl appeared to have been. By all accounts, she’d won the match. Of course, that was the furthest thing from Annette’s mind. Mio’s intense satisfaction, the longing gaze in her eyes, the smell of her essence dominating the air and tickling her nose. A light smile showed what was all on the Nordic beauty’s mind.

Ann crawled on top of Mio, and placed her hands to the floor at either side of Mio’s head. Her fulsome chest hung low and pressed against the girl’s petite frame as she lowered herself, rubbing their sweet, sweat-clad bodies against one another. Her shapely abdomen and fulsome curves pressing against the girl’s smooth body, their faces nearing as she kissed the Japanese girl deeply. There was something genuine, caring about the way their lips met. The Norwegian let it linger for a couple moments, taking in her sweet scent before she pulled back and exhaled hotly across her face. She kept close, the tips of their noses an inch apart.

"That was so much fun, Mio." She smiled softly. "Too bad you can't go on, hm?"

"Mmmm..." Mio moaned into Ann's lips and her drained lithe form wriggled cutely under the woman's as they're getting intimate with each other again. Just the feeling of the model's curvaceous form rubbing hers brought her comfort, and to an extent excitement as well. She's really going to get completely addicted to Ann at this rate...

The hot breath from the woman made her shivered and blushed. Her gaze towards Ann was utterly submissive and somewhat lovestruck. It almost looking as if she's pleading for more despite her exhausted state.

"I... I c-can... uuh..."