Rydia Highwind vs Dash Turner: Waves of Fantasy

Oh wow. Dash absolutely knew how to treat a woman. How many of these type of matches had he done exactly? Rydia didn't know, and honestly, didn't care, she was enjoying every single bit of it, and seemed to be enjoying what she was doing as well, humping against her thigh, letting her feel his hard shaft pressing into his shorts. Felt rather well endowed as well. Excellent.

"Mmm...I can certainly feel your appreciation..." She said, cooing as he kissed his way to her other exposed breast, getting a second nipple hard in his warm mouth. His plan was obvious. Excite her, strip her, fuck her, and honestly, part of her was seriously considering just letting him go at her all he wanted. But instead, she shifted her weight, rocking her body to the side and rolling the two of them over, now having Dash pinned on his back, her nipple still in his mouth, though she would soon pull it out and shift down to be face to face with him again.

"Maybe you should let me show you some of my appreciation..." she said huskily, kissing at his neck while one hand softly trailed down his bare chest, fingers barely touching him, teasing him, until they came to the bulge in his shorts, looking to dig into that swimwear and get her first proper feel of what he was packing.

It hadn't taken much, a little nibble and a flick of his tongue and her other nipple had come out to play. He treat it well, rolling his tongue around it with the occasional taunting licks. His lips tightened over the top of her breast as he began to suckle at her body. She was easy to please and eager. At this rate it would be less of a match and more of a one night stand.

Then she finally made a move, rocking their bodies from side to side which he used to help draw her top down even further before she had managed to get him over onto his back. He didn't try to stop her or protest, more than willing to exchange rolls for a bit and see what she had to offer outside of her luxurious body. His lips popped softly off her breast when she pulled back, leaving the both of them laying together as equals.

Dash pulled her close, sliding a palm up her back back to thrust her full breasts up against his hard chest to feel her sink into him. Even as she spoke, he was hard at work tugging at her attire, trying to slide it down past her backside to work it off.

"I wish you would." The blond beach bum chuckled as her lips pressed against him, giving her a content hum to know he was fine of it. Her fingers trailer along his firm cut figure meeting no resistance as she was able to slip her fingers into his trunks to find his erect manhood. He was more than willing to help her along, giving a light thrust of his hips to guide himself into her seeking hand.

This was clearly proving to be less of an actual match and more of a full on make-out session, and the crowd, to their credit, didn't seem to mind one bit, eagerly cat-calling and cheering on Dash's attempts to strip the cosplayer further, her firm and bare breasts pressing against his chest, nipple on nipple, as she started to kiss and suckle on the hoodie wearing surfers neck. Her own outfit, which Dash had easily un-done, was hanging off her lower back, her drone above the ring getting a shot of her bare back on camera, exposed down to her waist, and close to being completely stripped except for her stockings and shin guards. Not that she minded at all really, she was a cam girl after all, and her outfit was especially designed to be specifically easy to come apart and be taken off of her by opponents.

For her own part, she finally started her own play of stripping him, using her free hand to start pulling at the sides of his hoodie and arms, attempting to gently guide one of his arms out of it.

Finally, with his helpful hip thrust, she got a feel of his bare member in her hands, feeling the size and length of the stiff shaft against her soft palm. "Mmm...well well, your bigger than that Edward in more ways than one, aren't you? I'm very appreciative of that..." she cooed into his ear, continuing to give him a hicky while starting to stroke his length with her hand, pressing her body against his and letting the crowd take all the pictures they wanted as she began jerking him off and repaying him for the pleasure he'd shown her breasts so far!

AFW was full of young attractive women, it had been one of the main reasons he had signed with them. A perk of the job was potential hook ups. He hadn't given the whole hentai wrestling too much thought until it was set before him. It was a prospect he felt he could get used to, especially if all of them were as lovely as Rydia. So while he slowly worked her clothes off, he let her work him. It was only fair. She knew just where to place those smoldering kisses of her and how long to linger, making her branding on top of him something he didn't really care to escape. As long as her stay was enjoyable, why stop?

When she slipped a hand around her shoulder to ease his top off, he shifted with her, helping her slide one out of the hoodie vest. It was for that reason when she ventured into his trunks he didn't try to stop her, instead embracing her delicate fingers wrapping around him. The beach bum let out a long content with, no reason complaints in the world. A sexy and exotic woman sucking on his neck and stroking him gently… what wasn't to love?

Then she had to go and ruin it. He had no beef with Edward, the two of them were buds to some degree..he saw the other wrestler every now and then to give him surfing pointers. But Rydia's insistence on bringing him up constantly, especially after he had voiced his disapproval had reached the point of annoyance. It was a real shame too. She knew how to treat him right otherwise. Dash slipped a hand up along her back, his firm palm massaging her tender skin along the way. Her fingers slipped up through her green hair, combing through those silky strands as he ended up his feet on the mat.

With a sudden clench of his fingers gripping her hair, he pulled back to try and pull her up off him, raising her upper body enough to whip his other hand around to clap her with a sudden and stiff knife edged chop across the breasts. Not waiting for her reaction, he bucked hard, arching his back to attempt to immediately throw her off him in time with the chop to break the both of them up. She had asked about them playing rough earlier, apparently that was how it was going to be now.

In hindsight, Rydia would admi that she had the hard chop to the titty coming. Dash had given clear and ample warning after all. In her defense, she was completely her nature to be a total tease. In fact, her job required it, as she made living reading her streaming audience, never giving them what they wanted until they paid enough to earn it.

Indeed, this entire ground tussle of theirs had been teasing, both on her part, and his. But it seemed that was done, as his hand struck sensative flesh and he threw the yelping green haired girl off of him.

To her credit, the ivory skinned camgirl was quick to roll back to all fours, grinning at her opponent. Fiesty... nice. Looks like they would get rough after all.

She stood up, straps hanging by her waist, leaving her firm, proud, bare breasts out for all to see, defying gravity with no sagging. He had earned it, after all, having peeled her skintight outfit more than halfway off of her, revealing her belly button piercing as she gave a little twirl for her drone.

"Alright, I apologize" she said in a teasing tone once she faced him again, getting her arms up defensively. "Is this where you punish me? My fans usually pay more for that..." she teased, getting herself ready to start throwing kicks at the handsome beach bum.

Dash let out a heavy sigh as he sat himself up, tucking a knee up towards his chest. Draping on arm over his knee, the beach bum lounged as Rydia recovered from being thrown to stare at him. He shot her a small smirk of his own, taking this moment to enjoy the sight of her on her hands and knees… it suited her. He would have to remember that for later. As she started to rise, he followed suit by leaning forward and pushing off the mat. It had been a shake to break up with a lovely moment, a fact the visible bulge in his swim trunks seemed to reflex. He had drawn a line in the sand though and she had deemed it fit to cross it. While he wasn't a super serious person, Dash liked to stand by his word. If he didn't, no doubt this lady would try to walk all over him.

His top dangled off of one shoulder, half removed from their brief exchange on the ground. Rather than sliding it back on, he rolled his shoulder to let it drop down his arm where he caught it in his hand before it fell to the floor. Balling the garment up in his palms, he gave it a small baseball free throw up over Rydia's head to land in the ringside area. One less distraction… at least he thought as she spun for him. It got a small laugh out of the beach bum as he ran his hand though shaggy blond hair.

"Burned me babe. Yeah, I think I am going to have to teach you a lesson." The blond wrestler gave another one of his charming smiles, casually closing distance between them. Once he neared though, his feet parted and arms rose up, ready to grapple. "Thankfully I'm not a fan, yet. Guess I'll just have to hand it out to you for free." He circled for a moment, trying to gauge her body language. Those kick pads were a bit worrying… but truth be told he was having issues focusing on those with her chest hanging out. Closing in his strafing, Dash lunged the last distance to try and lock the two of them up in a collar and elbow lock to wrestle for control.

Rydia couldn't suppress a wide grin when she saw the way Dash's eyes kept coming back to her breasts. Sure, he played like he was mad and going to put a beating on her...which she didn't doubt he could, given he was bigger and she doubted her kicks would be effective enough to bring him down.

She stayed calm, strafing him, tried to think. She had seen his bouts. He was a close up fighter for sure, and knew he had the weight advantage, so he'd try to get in close to her, limit her kicking range...and she was right.

As predicted, Dash plunged at her to close the gap between them, and Rydia...dropped to her knees, leaving nothing for Dash to grapple with, instead reaching out to grab his waist and pull him in closer to her, so she could press her face and lips against the bulge in his shorts!

When it came to wrestling in the ring, as far as AFW rookie's went, Dash was fairly seasoned. While the bulk of his early career had been regretfully getting fed to big league opponents until the point he sought out better prospects, it gave him a rather unique experience to draw from. So when it came to in ring grappling he was surprisingly solid for his lackadaisical approach. This however, was something different. It wasn't strictly about wrestling acumen, something Rydia was quick to put on display.

As the blond hunk lunged for his grapple, he came up empty with arms hugging around nothing but air, his opponent's hair fluttering just past his fingers as she dipped low. The move caught him by surprise, making him plant his feet for what very well might be a tackle attempt. Instead, the girl wrapped her arms around his hips and drew him close for something less impactful… in a sense. His eye twitches as he felt her creatures press firmly to his crotch, those perfect lips of hers parting against the cloth. The fabric of his briefs didn't do much to the feel of her warm breath filtering through, making him shudder.

"Right to the point…" He let out a breathy chuckle, looking down to Rydia, reaching out to press one palm to the top of her head. With a soft grunt, he gave a bit of a push, trying to create a bit a distance from her and his wanting manhood. There was plenty of time for fun here but in a match like this he couldn't afford to give her the lead. Once they got rolling… really rolling, he wasn't sure how much he could keep his head in the game to push for a win. His other arm drew back, palm feeling around blinding to grasp for one of the girls arms to try and pry that off as well. "How bout you come back up here, huh?"

Rydia only had a few moments of alone time with the bulge in Dashs swim trunks, but what a fun few moments it was, breathing hot again against the covered member, pressing her lips against the outline of his member and trailing up it, feeling it start to pulse against her.

Then he tried to ruin it by stopping the half naked girl in her tracks, pushing her head away and grabbing one of her arms. Quickly, using her one free hand, she slipped it right up the wide bottomed leg of his swim trunks, sliding her fingers up his thighs and grabbing his bare dick!

"Cmon beach hunk, don't make me stop so soon...maybe you can lay down here with me..." she teased, starting to softly stroke that shaft!