Li-Mei Vs Zulime Lafitte - Love, Sex and Magic

The crowd grew louder and while Li-Mei could hear them, she wished it was due to other reasons than this. Her pussy had spurted out more times than even Zulime had experienced before and the Cajun was taking full advantage in wringing out more and more until there wouldn't be much to give. Not until every single drop was out. Zulime was hungry and she certainly wasn't one to leave anything on her plate.

The Riverboat Queen needed not any means of lubrication since the Oriental Rose's pussy was giving it all for her. Didn't really need to lick her hand for this either but she seems to be a woman of habit. All for her talented fingers which played her pussy till it wept for her, piano trained and it was playing its sweet melody. That's not to say her fingers were doing all of the work. Even her own body found its own rhythm, the drums to compliment it, the foundation of it all. And Li-Mei's own muffled cries of pleasure added to this, in more ways than one.

More would explode right out of her pussy, her free leg trying to find purchase but with the slick mat from her own cum, there was little to find. But her toes curled, body tensing up as another would come right away. It was of course always the hardest to pull out but Zulime was more than capable of cracking the code. And as the ebony beauty swayed her hips side to side, Li-Mei's head following to the beat and every single movement, that moment came when she could burst before Zulime's lip would.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFGGHHHHH~!!!" An even more violent burst of her sex nectar busted out and drenched Zulime's fingers, quaking underneath as another offering for the ebony goddess would be showered out to the mat. And the crowd couldn't get enough of it, erupting with applause while her mind sank deep into the haze.

Zulime gave Li-Mei everything that she could. She had come to know the Oriental Rose's body quite well at this point, and it was apparent when the levee was going to break. Zulime could see it with every twitch of muscle, hear it with every muffled moan, feel it with the way Li-Mei moved underneath her. The Riverboat Queen sat back and marveled at the pleasures that she had given lovely Li-Mei, wanting to watch Li-Mei enjoy herself until the very end. She brushed her hair back from her face. The Cajun girl was sure that all the cameras would be pointed at Li-Mei, but she was going to make damn sure that she looked good as well.

She placed her hand on Li-Mei's stomach. The Riverboat Queen wanted to feel how much fight the Oriental Rose still had left in her, and given what had happened to her over and over, she was pretty sure that the spark had left her. Just one orgasm would have put Zulime down for the evening, and this woman had been through far more than that. Her hand ran down the side of Li-Mei's leg, before she picked up Li-Mei's outstretched leg and went for a matchbook pin.

But Zulime had no desire to bring this match to a close. Rather, she just wanted to ensure that Li-Mei would not squirm around annoyingly and make her way out from under Zulime. The Riverboat Queen then leaned over, pausing for a second before she lowered her mouth onto Li-Mei's sex. She had worked with her hands so much now, and it was high time that she used her mouth. The first move of her tongue was a long one, as Zulime wanted Li-Mei to feel her completely. Then she started working on Li-Mei's clitoris, really drawing it out.

Zulime seems to have gotten used to how Li-Mei's body worked and that didn't bode well at all for the Chinese woman. The more you know about it, the better ways you could find to bringing one into orgasm. And that is what her body has gone through, brought to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm and her body perhaps looked like it might have gone through the sexual ringer. Her body trembled, her mind wracked as it went through each stage of pleasure that it has gone into a cloudy haze, all for the Riverboat Queen to marvel and study as if she was conducting an experiment. One would wonder if Zulime could go through that much of punishment. Luckily for the Cajun, she wasn't put into a situation to find out.

Her pussy throbbed as if pleading for silent mercy, yet finding none at all, her core, where Zulime had placed her hand one was going to be sore in the morning. Her muscles tensed and relaxed so much that they worked a lot. It was a mess. It was humiliating. It was mortifying. And unfortunately, it wasn't going to stop.

A shiver went down her leg to her spine where Zulime stroked the thigh before having that being brought up, both lifted up and almost reaching her head. Weirdly a place she had been before...the only difference is that her face wasn't ensconced by someone's ass. As much as she wanted to squirm and buck just to move around, there wasn't enough energy to move around, being led by the whims of the ebony woman on top. And she could already guess what was happening.

Doesn't lessen the sensations any more as Zulime's mouth would be used, twinges of pleasure would come back hard, moaning aloud underneath the Riverboat Queen once her tongue came into play, playing with her clit, bringing another loud, yet lewd moan that Li-Mei had no other choice but to experience what the Cajun could do with her mouth!

Zulime's first taste was a good one, but it did not leave the Riverboat Queen with a feeling of contentment. Rather, the Cajun girl felt an incredibly strong desire to keep going. Her thirst was whetted, and she enacted her burning passion to pleasure by going at Li-Mei's sex a little bit faster now. She tasted the Oriental Rose's womanhood. Zulime felt a strange intimacy with the woman. Both of them came to the ring looking to pleasure the other. They were kindred spirits, in that sense. And as Zulime's hand ran up Li-Mei's thigh she sensed a need to go for it now, with nothing being held back in the slightest.

Her head bent down some more, as Zulime worked her way further and further into her task. Her sweat dripped off her forehead, onto Li-Mei. The Oriental Rose had given her so much this evening, it was fitting that she was giving a little bit of herself back. When she breathed in, she enjoyed the sensation immensely. Her body on Li-Mei's, her tongue on Li-Mei's sex, her focus on getting the most out of her that she possibly could. When she breathed out, her large chest moved, though no one could see it. But Li-Mei could feel it, just like she could feel Zulime's tongue picking up the pace once more.

She doubled her efforts. It wouldn't be long now, and Zulime knew it. It occurred to her to slow down once she had hit this point, just to draw the pleasure out even further, but the Cajun girl was greedy. Her big brown eyes flashed with malice...

Like the past few moments, Zulime was not going to waste any time with all the foreplay and just went straight into using her mouth to pleasure her sex, perhaps having had a taste of the Rose and completely driven by greed and hunger in order to eat that pussy. With the way that she was working that mouth and tongue, the Cajun certainly wasn't a messy eater, neither was she one to let anything go to waste. Lovely table manners.

Though in the part of her brain, the part that wasn't completely clouded in ecstasy, she wondered how exactly she got herself into this. Stepped into the ring with the intention of delivering so much pleasure that would satisfy Zulime...and now here she is and the ring is barely covered by her juices and the ebony woman putting a showcase. While the pleasure was oh so good, this wasn't how her night would end in her mind. And that perhaps added to it all as Zulime lowered her head deeper and deeper, working dutifully and making sure that orgasm would be reached, that peak of ecstasy would be reached. And work hard she did. Later orgasms were always tough to deal with.

But with her doubled efforts, the Oriental Rose was in full bloom and her nectar suddenly bursted out from her near exhausted pussy, her body quaked, completely ravaged and near losing her mind completely after releasing yet another right into the mouth of Zulime. It wasn't as good as Ari's...but it was close. She could feel the malice underneath and due to lack of air, the Chinese woman was near the point where she might get knocked out. It was hard for her, but her talents from the Riverboat Queen wern't to be denied, especially when it looked like she had no idea what to even do to begin with.

Zulime tasted it before she felt it. Her tongue lapped long and hard at Li-Mei, and finally she got her reward in the form of a quick jettison of Li-Mei's nectar to her face. She let it splash against her, wetting her beautiful countenance. The Cajun girl threw her head back with a flourish, letting the bright lights high above her reveal the fact that she had just made Li-Mei cum again for the who knew how many times. She breathed in, and got off her beautiful opponent. The Riverboat Queen let Li-Mei's legs flop down to the mat as she stood up, and wiped some of the mixture of bodily fluids off her large chest. The honey on her face could stay.

She looked down at the Oriental Rose. Zulime could have pinned her right then and there, she supposed. For what it was worth, she almost certainly could have pinned Li-Mei far earlier in the evening. But that was not her way. With that thought, a wide smile spread across her face. A tune started that only Zulime could hear, and her hips began to move themselves. She took one half step forward and two half steps back in the style of a dance that was known to her and no one else. With a pirouette that came with the subtle power of the Mississippi River, the Riverboat Queen found herself standing not even a yard away from Li-Mei's two feet.

And then the real show began. Zulime's hands extended upwards, exalting the loa on high to come down to the earth alongside the dancing ebony girl. Her fingers moved as she brought her hands down to her skin, but not nearly as much as her wide hips did. Zulime felt her eyes rolling to the back of her head once her hand got to her shoulders, and let out a moan as they roved down to her supple breasts. Her knees bent of their own volition as her gyrating hips got lower and lower to the canvas. The dance began in earnest at the height of Zulime's friend, and now it reached the lowest she could get it to go.

When it came back up, her eyes were open, looking straight at Li-Mei. She extended one arm up and down, and beckoned Li-Mei up from the mat with a single finger. Her whole body swayed this way and that as she attempted to get Li-Mei standing through the power of her movement alone. Her head tilted the side as her brown eyes honed in on the Oriental Rose.

At the very least, Zulime wasn't a messy eater. Actually making sure not to let anything go to waste, not even a drop escaped from the cajun's mouth, lapping up the cum that Li-Mei gifted to her after some hard work. Latter orgasms are always the hardest and they tend to be the more sweeter. Her face would look like she was washing her face and she wouldn't do anything about that. Instead of the mat where there's already puddles and puddles of Li-Mei's juices, it would remain on her face. The Oriental Rose would have her legs freed and she went through the motions, something that she had gone though so many times she might as well feel numb to it all. It was exhausting. Humiliating even as she just layed there. 

Her eyes just stayed towards the lighta, half-lidded, her chest heaving as she finally gotten some air. Corse coughs followed and the sweat on her body mixed with the orgasms that ripped from her very being. Completely out of it, she didn't pay attention to the kind of display that Zulime was performing. 

And it was a unique display that had the crowd looking with awe and anticipation as the Riverboat Queen called on to some unknown force and dancing to a beat that nobody could hear but herself. Her hips swayed, her breasts jiggled, a pirourette here, a loud moan there...which sounded quite wierd and caught Li-Mei's attention on the ebony woman. Was it of pleasure? It was something and all of a sudden she was eye to heavy-lid eye. And a single finger beckoned her, a silent order. As if compelling the Chinese woman to rise up. 

And rise she somehow did. Head lifted up first, then her shoulders, Li-Mei's body peeled off the mat until she brought her feet to the cum-stained floor and her body rose up. In fact she didn't know she was standing, her focus was on Zulime's eyes and only those eyes.

Zulime kept going. There were steps to this dance, movements of the hip, but they were not written in any book. They were written into the flow of the grand Mississippi, written into the thick Louisiana mud, written into the New Orleans streets awash with spilled hurricanes. Zulime's hips dipped and swayed and shimmied like the world depended on it, and if it were all the better for it was in good hands. Sweat that accumulated was thrown off her in a sudden and wild gyration. There was elegance to this dance, but there was raw power too. It was who Zulime was, as much a part of her as her big brown eyes.

And the dance was persuasive too. Just as she intended, Li-Mei rose up from the mat, entranced by Zulime's dance. She felt like one of the voodoo high priestesses back in the day charming whatever poor soul she came across. The Riverboat Queen did not hide her delight in having Li-Mei rise from the dead. The smile that spread across her face was a garish one, like a hyena cackling at the remains of an antelope.

Her wild dance moved backwards and forwards now as her body flowed around the ring, her arms going alongside and past her voluminous chest and delightful rear in turn. The Cajun girl measured her steps, waiting for the time where she had the right distance to pull of what she wanted to. Zulime's wild smile turned into something far more wry as Zulime found her footing, and launched into her movement.

Suddenly, her knee compacted tightly as she brought her leg up from the canvas. In one quick and violent motion, she extended her foot out for a front kick. Only this kick was not intended to hit anything. She wanted the move to stop around an inch in front of Li-Mei's face. Just to be annoying like that.

How excatly did she get here? Perhaps a question that could be used for many cases. How the match went. How she was brought to many orgasms that it was bordering on insanity. And perhaps many others. But the one thing she's currently focusing now, as much as her sex-induced brain could comprehend at that point: how is she standing? 

It was by her volition. By her power. Or so she would believe. Though the latter statement might be proven wrong due to Zulime's own movements that had her performing like her life depended on it. Elegance mixed with ferocity. And the crowd was eating it up. Provided that this seemed fake to some but to others, however...it's unlike anything they had seen from the Riverboat Queen.

Still, even though China's Most Lovely Export is currently standing, how long was the new question. The past orgasms took their toll on her body and while it felt good, there was a limit. It wasn't due to being battered by strikes; although Zulime showcased a few, it was based by her own urges that the Cajun exploited. She wasn't really paying much attention, though her eyes did follow the ebony woman as she swayed back and forth. What point she had in bringing Li up didn't seem like it would answer itself. Not when Zulime's smile turned into something more wry and not even once she brought up her knee up. But once Zulime's foot came streaking towards her. The very foot that brought her part of the many orgasms and it was coming right at her. A few inches and Li-Mei would come into absolute shock as if woken up from a trance, her heat pumped with a rapid pace. It was coming hard and fast. And it looked to be the one to knock her out. 

Only that it didn't. It stopped just an inch, letting Li-Mei be overwhelmed by the danger of it all. But somewhere, somehow,  another feeling would overwhelm the Oriental Rose...

 "UUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

And there it was, her juices spraying violently like a rapid stream spasming as if a trigger went off, reaching the point where her mind and body broke simultaneously, the point where she was brought to the most all-encompassing orgasmic rapture of her life. "NNNGGHUUUUUUAAAAAAHHHHH~!!!" From the shock and that close image of Zulime's sole, even to the musky aroma mixed with Li-Mei's juices, it was more than enough to trigger yet another orgasm and then another on top of it. "NNNNNGGHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHH...!!!" All of this would go on before she would suddenly fall right onto her back like a tree falling to the ground, finally going limp, eyed rolled up, tongue lolling out of her smiling mouth, and giving incoherent little hiccups of laughter every so often.

Zulime liked putting on a show. All up and down the Mississippi River, she had sang and danced and wrestled. But in all her time in the limelight, she had never quite pulled off anything like that, and she very much doubted that she ever would again. The first loud burst from the Oriental Rose made Zulime smile, but the aftermath was truly something to behold. Without even touching her, she had made the woman cum, as evinced by the dollops of honey that were coming from her sex. The musk hit her nose, but more importantly, another amazing sight was there for her. Li-Mei came not only once but several times, putting a wonderful cap on what had been a wonderful evening.

Li-Mei, no longer being able to take it all, fell back down to the mat. Her mouth was agape, and her tongue was lolling out of her mouth. Zulime heard a few giggles of laughter here and there, and she laughed along with it. The situation that she was in really was something else, and the Riverboat Queen wanted to take a second to soak it all in. She brought her foot down and placed her hands on her wide hips, looking at Li-Mei in her glory. Despite everything, the Oriental Rose had a good time tonight, Zulime was sure of it. Her chest heaved as she breathed in deeply. This match had been a delight for all of Zulime's senses, and she wanted to take one last second to revel in it all.

But all good things must come to an end. Zulime took a step forward, and placed her bare foot on Li-Mei's sex. She didn't lean in much, just enough to let the woman know exactly where she was, and exactly what she was doing. The death glare that she gave to the referee let the woman know that she out to start counting. Sure enough, the zebra slid down to the mat and slapped the mat for the count.

ONE!

She counted. Zulime licked her lips. She was sure it was going to get all the way to three.