Love and Passion: Zulime Lafitte vs Aphrodite, Love of the World in a Hentai Match

Zulime knew exactly what she was doing and was performing it to great effect as she molested Aphrodite's breasts, moaning out as skilled hands traveled around, pinching the nipples and almost roughly massaging them. Suddenly this match was looking more like a porn flick before Zulime reminded all what this sort of match was as Aphrodite was thrown straight down to the mat with a Hip Toss, taking the blonde for a loop and stunning her for a few moments, just enough for Zulime to take any sort of position that she needed to take to do her next action in the match.

Zulime had pulled it off. She was not the most technical of wrestlers, but this move was a fairly simple one. The study of judo was the steady of leverage, and getting maximum results for minimum effort. The Riverboat Queen put a little bit more muscle into it than a regular judoka would have done, but Zulime could not deny the effectiveness of the move as she stood there with Aphrodite on her back in front of her. Zulime was a little kid on Christmas, and had her hand extended out as she went down to the ground on top of her beautiful opponent.

Zulime attempted to get on the ground, with her legs clamped on either side of Eirina's head. She had some wonderfully thick thighs, and she was ready to give Aphrodite a taste of them with a headscissor.

Aphrodite was on her back now, disoriented as she was now staring up into the ceiling of the stadium. Her head rolled from side to side, trying to find where Zulime had gone to before she found out rather easily as rather nice legs wrapped around her head and began to choke her out slowly as she put straight into a Headscissors, grabbing at her opponent's thighs as she was slowly finding it hard to breathe and the pressure around her head.

She was getting rather tired of being one upped by this southern hussy, struggling against the thick strong thighs that locked around her.

Zulime was blessed with the curves of a fertility goddess. She loved every single curve on her body, but she knew that you had to deploy different ones at different times. The curves of her hips were useful when she was dancing up on the stage and putting on a show under the riverboat lights. The curves of her chest were useful when she was serving drinks and wheedling old men out of every penny that she had on them. The curves of her legs were helpful the wrestling ring and she was attempting to squeeze the life out of her opponent. Zulime clamped down that little bit harder with a wide smile on her face.

"What is the matta, suga? Can't I make it betta? Why don't you get nice and woozy so I can play with your lady bits in front of all these people?" Zulime's drawl dripped with sarcasm.

Aphrodite was having a hard time now as her closed fists striking at the plump thighs of her opponent Zulime were slowly squeezing the life out of her. Soon they'd stop and it'd become more a battle stay awake and in the fight still, waiting for an opportune time to strike back once Zulime became preoccupied. Risky, but it was all the supposed goddess had in that situation. The Cajun was skilled and overestimating her was a terrible decision on her part, something she would perhaps pay for dearly and risk winning the match itself.

"Don't you... think I can't..." she was trailing off, trying hard to focus, evening out her breathing and prepping for the worst or at least until she had a more proper idea to escape.

Zulime wished she could have heard what Aphrodite was saying. It would have brought her great satisfaction to listen to what the goddess was saying in protest to having Zulime's slamming thighs totally ensconcing her head, but the words died as they entered into the Riverboat Queen's sex. Zulime breathed hard. The Cajun girl was enjoying this moment immensely but she knew that tonight could be just so much more.

The Riverboat Queen leaned across, and tried to work her fingers towards Aphrodite's sex. That meant that Zulime's headscissor would not have been as tight as it could have been, but she recognized that there was something greater at play here, and Zulime was going for it with gusto.

Aphrodite's body has slowly been put into an awkward state of submission as she  was still strained by the weight and strength of Cajun thighs around her neck, and now to make matters worse was now being suffocated by Zulime's very own sex across her face. The Goddess's body slowly slackening as the strength she had was slowly being sapped out of her, it appearing as if her opponent had her dead to rights, now taking the time to try and finish her as a hand went towards her sex, finger digging a bit as it crossed over the thin material that Aphrodite wore as her only defense against such.

Now however the hold had slackened, giving her just enough room for her to breathe. In any other match, her face being there would be a death sentence, but now as she stuck her nimble tongue out towards Zulime's sex, worming her tongue out to the best of her ability. She was going to make this Cajun pay for such insolence.

Zulime was concentrating now. Her brown eyes were narrow, and the only thing in the world that they could have been pointing towards at the moment was Aphrodite's sex. The Riverboat Queen was a woman on a mission. Despite the fact that she had executed on that mission hundreds if not thousands of times before, she was treating this moment as if it were the only one. The headscissor started relaxing, a fact that did not even occur to the Cajun girl. Like when she was dancing in the fetid swamps of her home, there was only one thing that mattered, and one thing only.

Then came a shock. The second that Aphrodite used her tongue, all of Zulime's actions came to a shuddering halt. Her fierce brown eyes closed, and a moan flew from her lips. The Riverboat Queen had been so focused on what she was doing that she failed to realize that Aphrodite was doing moves of her own. Zulime stayed there for a moment, letting the warmth emanate up from her sex in wonderful euphoric waves. She bit her lip.

But then she realized. That was the whole point of this match, and she would not suffer to losing to such a foe. The Riverboat Queen made the move to let go of her opponent, and roll off her to get some space.

Aphrodite never gave up on an opportunity to screw with her opponent and this was the perfect method as she turned things around on the Riverboat Queen. It was a good thing too as she managed to push the goddess near to the edge, but it would take a lot more for her to reach her moment of bliss and she was gonna maker sure Zulime reached her's before the goddess even came close to such this evening. So when her opponent finally abandoned such a strategy, she as well rolled away, stopping to catch her breath finally and wipe her now dirtied mouth.

She made sure she wiped it off just as Zulime looked upon her once again, almost in a taunting way of doing such, "Well played."

Zulime was standing tall. Well, as tall as she could with her five six frame. The woman standing across from her was classy enough to compliment her. It was not a genuinely nice thing to say and a woman as wily as Zulime knew that was the case. But Zulime could play it cool just as Aphrodite had, brushing the hair from her face with a restrained elegance and betting her eyelashes as if she were trying to push away a swarm of bats using the power of wind alone. She also fanned her face, mimicking like she was hot. "Well ain't I just charmed, Miss Aphrodite, that you would say such a big ole thing to lil ole me. But ain't you just a fantastic lil wrasslin' lady yerself."

She shifted so her hip was jutting out. Zulime waved Aphrodite over. "Tell ya what, why don't you come over here and hit me with yer best shot?" Zulime spread her arms wide, daring her opponent to come at her.