Who’s The Fittest of Them All? Eshe vs. Arjuna

The violet noticed a change in her rival. From the start, they had such a straight and narrow way of doing things, she could tell the only thing in her mind was winning. She felt they had no desire for anything else but victory. Now? Now she felt an entirely different person. The woman she held close to her as he pecked and marked their neck was relaxed, accepting of her position as she kissed them. It was something that struck her, the Egyptian wondered if this change would be for the better for Arjuna. From what she could tell it seemed to be that way.

With the pair of them colliding to the mat, her Indian giant foe fell straight onto their back, Eshe into her bottom. The ring could barely hold their combined impact as it shook to its core. She softly pants as she leans over them, despite how it looked, Arjuna was one tough cookie, lifting her wasn’t the easiest task with her smaller size but she did it. Set took them down nicely, they seemed to stir from the finisher but she wasn’t worried. Not by that at the least, she could sense it was all over.

From here she would’ve hooked their leg but this felt a bit personal, it needed more finesse for the finish. Arjuna had earned a bit more attention besides, this was a match with light hentai applied. Taking a seat on their stomach, she’d take their gloves wrists, pinning them above their head. She slides their inward, her bust mashes their massive pair against third body. She still couldn’t believe these were real, it was crazy right?! No one should have boobs this big but she didn’t care about that, not anymore...okay maybe just a little.

The violets legs snake to bring in those thighs of theirs, keeping the close to prevent them from kicking out. She felt she had locked in a perfect Grapevine pin, one to make even the vines themselves jealous of her execution. Eshe would star down her opponent as they looked back at each other, her lips hovering above, taunting and waiting for just the tic of the right moment. She wouldn’t hesitate, her lips passionately mash against the pair underneath. A soft moan from her rival vibrates against her lips, she presses hard, moving her hands up, to intertwine with their fingers, tightening to hold their hands.

The first count came and went without her notice, she focused on keeping the hold hit of course on Arjuna, the beautiful Dane, captured and pinned beneath her. The second went unaware, the pin count didn’t mean anything as she indulged her entire world into this kiss. Breaking the contact for only a moment to press in again with her tongue entering the fray. God, why was she into this? She wouldn’t have ever done something so public before, she couldn’t control herself, was this some kind of curse?

”Three!”

Thinking of it in retrospect, Arjuna would have never thought a moment would arrive in which she didn’t care about a match’s outcome, but at that precise moment that was a reality. The entire world had stopped for her and not even the result of their clash mattered anymore. Instead, the Indian was lost in all the feelings pouring through her mind and body at the moment. The pin, the count or even the crowd cheering or the referee about to signal her defeat meant nothing as Arjuna was lost in simpler, more pleasant things. Like for example the pressure applied on her wrists where Eshe kept them trapped, or the way the Egyptian’s body pressed against hers, every little twitch her body would make when the violet’s weigh would shift, rubbing some sensitive parts against her.

And of course there was some of the fiercest, most intense making out Arjuna had in a looooong time. Eshe tasted like honey and kissed like a true lover, Arjuna kissing back and making her tongue clash against Eshe’s not to stall her rival, but to encourage her to go further. Her legs were fully trapped in the grapevine hold but she didn’t matter as it had her thighs rubbing against Eshe’s. Soon Arjuna was raspingly breathing and moaning inside her rival’s mouth while her eyes fluttered in eagerness.

By that moment the count was over and she had already lost the match, but neither her or Eshe broke the kiss as they kept sharing themselves with each other. But that exchange would soon start feeling like it wasn’t enough, so Arjuna reluctantly broke the kiss before that time arrived and looked at her rival with fluttery eyes. “Congratulations on your win. Are you going to leave me hanging like this now?”, she asked with a suggestive tone. She wasn’t at loss, she was content, and she wanted more.

Her rival seemed into this, really into this as they pressed on with their intense embrace. The world seemed to slip away as she tucked those wrists of their inward, sliding them closer to get her as she laid them both just atop the Indians noggin. She was enraptured, trapped by in a scene all her design. Her lips wouldn’t break not as they kissed so passionately, their tongues clashing like gladiators fighting for survival. Arjuna’s moans only heightened her desire for a longer kissing session, the bells rings drowned out, making her numb to her own victory.

The taste of her rival began to lay claim to her tastebuds, it was sweet, but it contained a fruity sensation, almost like strawberries. The thought alone encouraged her to tighten her vine hold , pulling those legs in just a hair more as she locked her rival in place. Gods, this felt too good, she hadn’t even done anything else but her heart was beating so fast, she wanted more, she wanted Arjuna to want her too. Consumed by her own lust, she despised that she had to break away as the referee was trying to peel them apart.

It was the giant who pulled away first, the fluttery pools looked up at her with such longing, her violets glossed as she sat up, pressing her palms against their shoulders as she looked down over head. A grin creeps onto her face as the ask her thy burning question, adding their twist in tone to woo her. Untwisting her legs free, she scouts up, pressing her stomach to their bust as she leans closer. ”You better believe I won’t, not after that~. she replies, standing up from her position she would offer them a hand. She couldn’t deny wanting more of this kind of contact, if this was what she had to look forward to with AFW, then being it on!

Winner via Pinfall: Eshe Abdallah.