Handcuff POW match: Origa vs Gina

“Mmmm. Haaaa, n-nooo.” Origa violently shook her head, trying to refocus on getting out of Ginas clutches. She shivered as the tennis brats words passed by her ears. Words spoken with a tone that told the amazon that Gina knew exactly what position they were in. The groping and teasing of her breasts by Ginas fingers, the heels that rubbed between her legs and sparked the growing flame between them, the breasts rubbing back and forth on her back. It was all overwhelming the once dominant amazon.

“Nooo. G-get offff!” She half demanded, half moaned as her sex began to dampen and her nipples pressed against her attire.

Origa bit her lip in an attempt to silence herself, but it was getting her nowhere. The pleasure was too much and moans were leaking out regardless of her attempts at muffling them. Gina mocked her demands for her to get off the amazons back by acting as if she were temporarily deaf from the giants earlier assault. Origa wanted to wipe the smug look that was no doubt on the tennis brats face off the face of the earth. But as Gina slipped her hands underneath her corset and began to play with her nipples, the amazon realized she had far greater problems to focus on.

Like the brats order to be carried around like one would ride a horse. Origa refused to give in to such embarrassment. Instead she would try to climb back up to her feet with the help of the ring apron, doing everything she could to ignore the heel rubbing deliciously against her ever increasingly damp sex. If she made it, it would look as if Gina was a backpack of sorts. A backpack that Origa would do everything she could to shake off.

To be quite honest, Ginas weight wasn’t the problem. For an amazon like Origa, she weighed almost nothing for her and was more of an inconvenience. The struggle itself came from the constant flow of pleasure that the tennis brat was dishing out as Origa’s body became more sensitive to the groping of her breasts, and the heel rubbing between her legs. But through sheer strength of will, Origa managed to use the apron to climb back to her feet.

Origa didn’t know what she planned to do after that. Maybe turn around and slam Ginas back against the side of the ring? Or maybe just try to crawl back inside! Origa would never know because the weight on her back suddenly disappeared, her living backpack unlatching herself. Before Origa could wonder what her plan was, pain would Explode from her knee! “Agh!” she cried out, her body falling to her knees, her chest pressing against the apron.

It was only thanks to the apron that Origa was able to keep herself on her knees instead of falling to the ground once. She needed to turn this around and fast, if she didn’t then Gina would simply turn her into her toy again. But she was struggling to cool her body down after the tennis star expertly toyed with her most sensitive of places. She could already feel her nipples hardening underneath her corset.

Origa was about to stand back up to her feet, but before she could even start, she felt her hair being grabbed and forced to face her smug opponent. “Ah! Hey! L-let g-mmmm!” She began to say, only for her words to be cut off as Gina stuffed her head between her legs. Her face pressing up against the brats covered sex and forced to take in her scent. Origa would instantly try to push herself away, whether or not she succeeded determined on what Gina did next.

It was only thanks to the rules of the match that the two women hadn’t been counted out by the referee for being out of the ring for so long. Though that was the last thought in Origa’s mind as her head and face were stuffed between Ginas thighs, her face pressing against the tennis brats covered crotch. The amazon pressed her hands against Ginas thighs but at the moment it was nothing more than simple pawing.

Especially when the tennis star began to walk forward, forcing the giant to lean further back. Origa tried to keep herself upright, but her unsteady position and Ginas constant insistence soon had her falling flat onto her back. She was only able to get a small gasp of air as her opponent shifted her position before her world went dark once more. Her hands tried with everything they had to shove the girl off as she moaned against her crotch.