Annette Weber vs. Estelle Arnault - Moonlight and Roses

This hurt Ann more than it hurt Estelle. Potentially. It had been a while since she’d trapped someone in a classic figure-four. She still needed a gauge for how quickly she could bring the pressure on. It had been a while since she’d stepped foot on the Jiu-Jitsu mats and got some formal training in.

Evidently she hadn’t been as lacking as she suspected. Her opponent didn’t react favorably to the sudden pain and an instant the Norwegian found herself free. Peeling herself away from those lovely legs was hardly a boon, of course. Being able to breathe full breathes was hardly a conciliation for the heavenly bliss that lay between Estelle Arnlaut’s legs.

Alas, here they lay. Ann was able to free herself from between the woman’s legs and breathe in the fresh beach air once more. For all her inexperience, their quick little tussle had proven that Estelle’s legs were more than just for show. Getting caught between them a second time was tempting, but not too readily. She had to be conscious to enjoy the rest of this match.

Much to the Swiss beauty’s consternation. Ann’s lips curled into a smile, giving the figure-four another crank as she brought their bodies closer together. Her ample chest touched her firm rear. Her lips could kiss the back of her sculpted thigh. Their bodies sideways in the sand, blistering in the rays of sunlight.

“We’re having fun right now.” Ann slipped an arm between the dancer’s leg, peeling her lush thighs apart to the blushing opening between. In her comfortable spot between the woman’s legs, she roved a curious hand along the supple touch of her inner thigh, admiring the fine muscle and beautiful skin. The fruits of a true gymnast. Two intrepid fingertips found their way to the tight confines of her bottoms, slipping underneath the silky fabric to gently rove the tender folds.

“Very nice.” Her fingers drew circles over the tender spot with an occasional press and touch of one finger or the other. Fingertips glistened as she felt the dancer react nicely to her warmth. Beautiful from head to toe, truly.

Something Estelle was experiencing in this debut match of hers was that every second looked like much more for her. She was insecure about her inexperience and quite sure now that she wasn’t completely ready to tackle the challenge against a rival who would be more inclined to actively pursue a quick victory, so it was as if time itself slowed. Dozens of different questions and thoughts raced her mind every instant, and even if she was enjoying Annette’s welcoming mood the Alpine was still unsure about how she was faring.

When her scissors hold was no more after an amazing acrobatic movement coming from Annette’s side the brunette realized that if she had managed to lock the scissors for so long was because the Norwegian was testing how far she could go, and she wasn’t capable of much after all since Scarlet was left speechless as her rival’s agility bested her hold and locked her in a neck figure four.

She writhed as best as she could, but it was not enough. She just didn’t have the initiative to come up with some clever reversal like Annette did just before. There was no easy way out of this secure hold as her neck got strained, but what came after was even more distracting but mostly pleasant.

Estelle noticed Annette’s lush breasts pressing against her rear in a delicate but firm manner. The Alpine sighed in restrained anticipation as at that point the Norwegian had her captivated with her charms. And she didn’t have to wait much longer. Soon enough her rival would start taking advantage of her edge while her digits would trace delicious silky patterns all around Estelle’s inner thighs, sending shivers all around her spine.

Estelle tried to speak but then she felt the pale-haired nimble digits breaching the barrier of her bottoms and rested delicately against her bare sex the only noise that escaped her mouth was a moan of excitement. Then she began pleasuring Estelle in one of the best and delightful ways the woman had experienced in a lot of time. Seconds after light moans of pleasure flew freely from her and her partner would notice in her digits how good she was faring as Estelle’s honey coated Annette’s fingetips.

Scarlet realized then that no matter how brave her resistance was at first, she was not escaping this hold without giving up one fall. She just didn’t have the knowledge nor the physical strength to escape, and based on how she was being treated by Annette, not even the willpower. Between her panting and her moaning she managed to speak: “Looks like… hhnn You got me for good this time, dear. Haaah. Show me how good you are my Annette...”

It was interesting, this little moment of solace that only the two of them could appreciate. On the outside, everyone else was likely watching a competition between a pair of sexual warriors. They say Estelle in a precarious position and Annette about to take the fall away from her. They saw a dynamic and scales shifting one way or the other. Enthralled in the action, worried about their bets, looking to see what happened next.

For the two locked close in the center of the ring, it was so much more than that. Sweat sliding over skin, intrepid fingers lingering in a forbidden warmth, the smell of their lovely bodies invading one another in a trance of ecstasy. There was something far more intimate at work that had just begun its sweet inception.

Part of her might have entertained a bit of mercy on Estelle. This was her debut after all. Ann had the luxury of facing a particularly unskilled opponent for her first outing. You didn’t need the years of Jiu-Jitsu that she’d fostered to know the danger of this legendary hold. Another pound of pressure or so would have been enough to put her out like a light and place a cap on tonight.

But that wouldn’t be what either of them was after. The newcomer wasn’t looking for an easy ride. This was Friction, and there was only one thing that women like her and Ann traveled so far to enjoy in all its nefarious passion.

Oh, she didn't budge an inch. Her head just felt so perfect between her thighs. Like a lock and key, making all the little machinations inside dance to their tune and setting the Norwegian’s nerves alight. She couldn’t resist having more of her. Ann placed a few kisses against the back of her leg and all the way to the heel. She had to take time to appreciate what she could between her work. This fall was already in her hands. Why rush the occasion?

“With pleasure.” She said softly. “And I do mean…” Her fingers finished the rest of her thoughts for her with a single, deep thrust into Estelle’s waiting sex. She started slow at first, working her way up to a steady rhythm in and out and coating her fingers in her essence. Each went deeper and rougher than the last. As she picked up the pace she let warm sighs of relief drift from her mouth to the space between the Alpine’s thighs, helping her along even as she could feel her loins burn.

It wasn’t breaking news that Estelle wasn’t experienced enough to tackle a debut match of that level. Maybe the crowd was still hopeful about a sudden and unexpected comeback in which the Alpine could get the match back on track, leading the way to some kind of heroic victory, but that wasn’t going to happen and the brunette was fully aware of that. The figure four she was trapped in was a technical move and Annette knew very well how to execute it in order not to make her pass out but completely render her still. Estelle just didn’t have enough skill not knowledge to get out of this move.

Not like she wanted to. At that point of the match Estelle was completely captivated by Annette’s charms. Not only was the Norwegian stunningly sexy and elegant, she also showed that she was a delightfully warm and friendly woman, with that playful attitude the brunette loved, it was her weakness. Annette had the upper hand, yes, but at no time she went overboard against her way more inexperienced rival or boasted her strength. On the contrary, the pale-haired only tried Estelle to feel a part of the show, even if the outcome was clear from the beginning. The Swiss felt encouraged by her rival to show her best even if she was falling short on. Not to mention that Annette’s approach had been sensual to the limit. For a first experience in the world of hentai wrestling Estelle felt in heaven.

The time for foreplay was long gone. They had been at each other for some time and if the sexual tension could be felt from the very beginning both wrestler’s playful attitude prevented things from going too fast. But everything had its tempo and they were getting close to the ending of their exchange. Annette managed to make Estelle crave for her touch with every passing second, and now that it was happening it was blissful. Annette’s silky fingers danced within Estelle’s inner folds, eliciting pleasure as they coursed the wet womanhood of the Swiss. At certain point Estelle just let herself go, closing her eyes as she focused on enjoying the treatment she was getting. Annette used different rhythms in her pumping to drive Estelle crazy with desire. Moans shamelessly escaped Scarlet’s mouth as she had nothing to hide from this woman now.

Eventually Estelle’s hips started bucking in response to Annette’s pumps. The Swiss was so close to the peak and she wanted to get the best out from it. “Oh my god Annette, deaaar...” Seconds after she bucked fiercely for a last time as she came with a wordless cry of pleasure, her juices spraying out from her as her eyes rolled inside her skull while she kept riding her powerful climax. She would be like that for as long as Annette kept going with her treatment, Estelle completely surrendered to the pleasure this lover was giving her.

Lovely. Just lovely.

There were so few words that can express the moment of Estelle’s release. The Alpine had a wonderful body and it was a treat to see it yield and squirm in such interesting ways. Every inch of supple skin and refined muscle quivering at her touch, the length of her legs kicking about and struggling to find sure footing amidst the waves of pleasure But it was the cry that sold it best. So loud and profound, practically dripping with ecstasy.

Even in the moments after she came, Annette continued to dance her fingers inside of her, testing what reactions she could poke out. It was hard not to enjoy how well such a beautiful woman responded to her touch. They would get along quite well here.

With her opponent down one, it only made sense for Ann to start working on the next fall. But what was the rush? After a few more thrusts with her fingers, the silver-haired model untangled her legs and threw the She shifted herself to sit across the dancer’s smooth legs. Leaning forward, her fingertips reached and hooked the ends of her opponent's panties, slowly peeling them from the sweat-clad skin.

“Oh my, Stella. You’re all wet.” Slowly the Norwegian pulled the bottoms away and stripped them clean from between her opponent’s legs. Tossing them carelessly off to the side, Annette’s eyes were beyond satisfied with the sight before her. Estelle exhausted and helpless on the floor before her, her bare pussy warm and wanting. Ann’s tongue roved over her lips once as she slid off the woman’s legs, only to come back in as she peeled them apart from below with her hands and let them rest over her shoulders. Her head peeked between the brunette’s lush thighs with a lustful gaze that met Estelle’s only once before refocusing down on the object of her desire.

Her mouth parted and lashed a warm tongue over the clit, running slowly over the sensitive folds and burning flesh yearning for affection. A pair of pink lips came closer, planting a delicate kiss here, another one there before another lick over the surface.

Estelle’s orgasm was intense, so intense and powerful it rendered her unable to do anything. The Swiss wasn’t a stranger to passionate loving and she had very nice previous experiences, but for her it was the first time she had been brought to climax in that kind of environment, in the middle of a sensual fight while in front of hundreds of people. A part of her wanted to block everything and feel terribly ashamed by this, but that slice of her was becoming smaller by the second, as the Alpine listened to what her body had to say. What just happened, what Annette did to her, was glorious.

Even so the Swiss still had something to learn, a very important lesson in sensual combat, but right at the moment she was just too lost in pleasure and exhaustion to learn anything. With her eyes rolled up her skull and biting her lips not to cry anymore Estelle kept whimpering while her body would buck wildly. Annette was determined to give her as much pleasure as she could and not even making her orgasm would make the Norwegian withdraw her attack. As her digits still explored Estelle’s folds in what was now overstimulation, the Swiss could do nothing to prevent this from happening but whimper and try to ride it out, fruitlessly. It was only when Annette felt satisfied that she freed her rival and Estelle’s got sprayed on the mat, all her body drenched in sweat and juices and her brown shiny locks not stuck to her face as her chest rose and fall in a hurried breathing.

The Alpine definitely needed some time to catch her breath and her rival conceded some, not without taking those precious seconds and using them to remove Estelle’s drenched lingerie bottoms. Not like the brunette would do much more than complain at it since she didn’t have the strength to come up with some kind of comeback. When Annette thought she had enough rest the Norwegian repositioned in a way that she parted Estelle’s legs and leaned in for a feast on the Swiss’ womanhood.

“Wait… wh-whaaaaaaaaaahhh!” Estelle couldn’t even react in time when she noticed what was going on. That was the lesson she desperately needed to learn. Up until now she was allowed to fight some thanks to her rival’s good will, but now something was obvious, something Annette was making clear for her: they were in different leagues. Estelle was a naïve and unexperienced wrestler where Annette was round up and powerful. There was absolutely nothing the Swiss could do to win and the difference between both wrestlers was enormous based on how the Norwegian was able to return from the brink of climax while Estelle was now a moaning mess, so lost in pleasure as she could only moan and clench her fist at the mat.

Compared to how they started out, it was abundantly clear to everyone that the pace of tonight was picking up. The first orgasm of the night and only seconds after Annette appeared to be working towards the second from her stunning rival. Was it a purely competitive spirit? The sexual drive permeating the air? A sinful mix of both?

Ann didn’t know. All that she knew for sure was that Estelle Arnault was one of the most beautiful women she’d ever met. She moved with grace, those locks of beautiful brown so close behind, and her voice echoed like an angel even in the throes of ecstasy. The Alpine was doing nothing but laying there on her back, covered in sweat with crystal eyes cloudy and adrift towards the ceiling, and yet she shined with an ethereal love. It was as if she didn’t even have to try.

Every one of those beautiful curves perfectly made for gentle hands. Even now, as Ann neared so close to that luscious, weeping spot between her legs, feeling the tantalizing heat against her lips, she knew how lovely it would taste. But somehow, with those wistful cries and the way she stiffened against her, the sensations became overwhelming. She wouldn’t have thought it was possible before tonight, but Ann had no way of denying what was right in front of her. She pulled back and sighed, planting a kiss at her inner thigh.

As comfortable as she seemed, it was a stark contrast to what was happening on the inside. Estelle’s teasing earlier had been leaving the Norwegian wanting. She felt warm and cramped between the legs, bucking intermittently against the floor as she continued to taste and smell and feel all over.

The model stood up on her knees and slowly slipped her thumbs into the sides of her bottoms, peeling them away in almost the same manner she’d just done to her opponent. Her eyes watched the Alpine the whole way, offering the best view of the evening. Only a second later, that clothing was flying out over the top rope.

Reaching down she gripped Estelle’s leg, flipping the brunette onto her front. She wouldn’t be there long. Her hands went to the dancer’s waist and pulled her up against her on all fours, leaning in and draping herself over the woman’s back. Ann’s body moved without her, grinding and pressing, her lap giving a few eager thrusts against the Swiss beauty’s lithe rear. Steadily, the pace would pick up, gathering rhythm as she trusted against her toned ass with mounting vigor. Her lips came to her shoulder and her hands slipped to the fulsome chest below, grabbing a warm mound in each hand.

If Estelle could have thought properly at that moment the Swiss would have reflected on how blissfully she was feeling just then. If her mind had been able to formulate all those complicated thoughts and puzzle the jigsaw on her mind maybe she would have considered how kind was from Annette to take some time to ease her into the business just before going for the kill, and even after that how the Norwegian beauty was much more passionate and tender than rough and hard in her ravaging. Because yes, the brunette was being ravaged at that point.

Everyone in the arena could easily spot the details that gave away the advance state of arousal Estelle was in: her luscious curves pearled by her sweat, the way her eyes rolled inside her skull or how her mouth kept letting hot moans escape as her body gave up resisiting this and started bucking her hips back at Annette’s fierce kissing to her womanhood. At this point Estelle only moaned back and clenched her fist and toes, trying to endure as much as she could but with a clear outcome in mind: this wasn’t a question of how this would end anymore, it was only about when it would happen. No more match for anyone to see, just Annette conquering the spoils of war.

At certain moment in which the Swiss thought she would be lost to her rival’s eating of her body she noticed a halt on the pace. Opening her eyes as if waking up from a pleasing dream she was welcomed by a sight from heavens. Annette was kneeling over her and peeling her bikini off her sweaty skin. The reveal of one of the most beautiful sexes the brunette had ever seen. She smiled to her wanting partner.

Then Annette made her next move as she rolled Estelle so she would be on her front and then the Norwegian pulled her up to get the brunette on all fours. Then, to Estelle’s surprise, Annette draped her with her full luscious body before starting grinding and humping at her rear side. This surprised the Swiss because no matter how heavily into it she was she had estimated her rival to be much more in control of her instincts, and that just broke that illussion. Yes, there still was something the Swiss could do. As Annette would keep going and gain pace in her thrusts Estelle would stick her butt out and accompany the Norwegian’s movements in order to elicit as much pleasure from the move for both of them, Estelle’s brown locks flaying as she would deny with her head while on all fours, trying to get just a little more from this exchange, to give her rival and lover for that night a little more before everything could be over.

It was more than likely that she could have won this with Estelle on her back. She was a mewling and moaning mass of sweaty flesh curled back on the mat. Those eyes rolled into the back of her head painted the picture perfectly like a Picasso, a mind steeped in lust. For an ameatur she had the tenacity to make it far in AFW, but her inexperience was perfectly captured in this moment as the Norwegian expertly tended to the tender folds between her legs. It was ironic that everyone else could see that except for Annette.

Winning was probably the farthest thing from her mind at this point. Oh, she was thinking about it, but what was the point? Why come out on top in a match like this without taking each and every opportunity to enjoy it - and Estelle - to the fullest. Her fragrant scent, her melty skin. She could have let her mind ride this wave of ecstasy to the horizon and the swimsuit model could have done just that.

The beautiful Alpine before her was more than willing to send her towards that shining sea. As her hips ground against her toned rear, Estelle moved it back just as eagerly with supple claps against her crotch. A shudder tore through her and tickled all the way to her spine, electrifying her inside and out at the simple touch of her perfectly shaped ass.

Ann’s hair whipped back with a deep moan as she drove faster against the Alpine. Thrusting harder and longer, reaching as far as she could to that beautiful point with a firm bite to her bottom lip as she buried her head into the brunette’s shoulder. She draped completely over her, panting in heat. Closer and closer until she unraveled all at once.

She gripped the brunette tighter against her and tensed as she screamed into her bare back. The next moment the Norwegian relaxed and fell carelessly to the floor at Estelle’s side. Her eyes stared at the stage lights with her arms splayed to her sides, letting the cool air wash over her burning body and her soaked bottoms between deep breaths.

At that point in the match, the competition or who won or lost was the least of Estelle’s concerns. All along that night the Swiss had come to learn lots of things about the world she was just stepping into. The most important lesson she got was that wrestling was a much deeper and wider world than she expected, and maybe she had bit more than she could chew to start. Luckily for the Swiss, she was facing a rival who was as gentle, kind and an adorable person that she wouldn’t take advantage of her inexperience even in the situation of a match. Annete was a heavenly piece and Estelle wouldn’t be able to express her gratitude in words but in actions.

Estelle liked what she was experiencing from the hentai wrestling world so far, but she needed much more training and learning in order to reach her prime, to develop her potential to her fullest. In order to get there she would face different kind of rivals, but Annette had been a wonderful first taste and Estelle could only wish that her future opponents would be similar to her.

But those digressions weren’t in order at that moment, as Estelle was losing her mind to pleasure as Annette draped her body around her, thrusting against her butt. It was a very different kind of interaction now as for the first time both wrestlers were sharing their bodies with the other without keeping the match in mind. For the first time this was less about pleasing the other in order to make her cum and it was actual love making. Estelle felt so happy that at last she could have shared that kind of intimacy.

And what a tender and caring lover Annette was proving to be. With each of her movements, the adorable Norwegian melted Estelle’s body, heart and mind. Only the sheer willpower of the Swiss helped her stave off an orgasm. She wouldn’t cum just yet, she wanted to thank her rival for all she had taught her.

When Estelle felt Annette burying her face on her shoulder she knew the Norwegian was close to climax. Letting all her body release its tension at the same time, she wailed wordlessly as she noticed how her rival went beyond the edge and instantly the Swiss reached the peak, both women reaching bliss together.

As Estelle noticed Annette’s body relaxing and lying sprayed on the mat she did the same, her sex still releasing the last of her honey as she would crawl closer to Annette to curl against her in a tender motion, cuddling her rival as she would look at those eyes that drove her crazy. “H-haaaah… I think that makes… a two to one score...” she managed to say in between pants.