Handcuff POW match: Origa vs Gina

Origa’s once mighty frame was easily pressed back down onto the canvas by the tennis brats hands. Hands that wasted little time in moving to the amazons dark breasts and grabbing a handful of each in a mighty grope! The feeling of her breasts being played with along with the mind numbing sensations of Ginas tongue exploring every inch of her sex had turned the once dominant amazon, into a moaning, mewling mess.

The audience too began to change their tune as the match shifted to a more slow but lewd tone. The boo’s that they showered Gina with earlier were slowly turning into cheers as the brat ate out of the caramel amazon like a pro. The cheers were especially loud behind Gina as the brat swayed her rear side to side in front of the lucky goers at the front row. As more time passed and Gina continued to devour her, Origa’s moans would reach a higher pitch and her hips would begin to buck. A telltale sign of her reaching the edge.

With each lash of her tongue, with each grope of her hands, Origa’s body became hotter and her mind grew weaker. Her brain screamed to resist and escape before the brat took her completely, but her body refused to listen. It loved the way Gina played her caramel form like an instrument, and Origa’s moans was the music. The tennis brat knew exactly where to kiss, where to lick, where to press her hands to turn the amazons once powerful body into a puddle.

Soon enough Origa began to reach her limit, her voice rising higher in pitch and her hips began to buck. Gina knew these signs immediately and if anything only became more aggressive in her stimulations. It was too much for Origa to take and her toes curled as climax broke! “Iyaahhhhhnnnn!! Huuuu!!” she screamed as her hips shot up! Her juices streaming down her thighs and her eyes rolling up into her head. When if finished, Origa sagged against the mat, her legs hanging limply off the apron. Her hips twitching and bucking.

Origa’s orgasm ripped through her like a hurricane, and when it ended her body looked as though it melted against the canvas. Her legs hanging limply over the apron and her hips bucked from the afterglow and Ginas tongue as she cleaned her of her juices. Origa herself could do nothing but pant as her jelly like limbs refused her commands, too drained of strength and in need of time to recuperate.

Unfortunately for the amazon, she would have no such time as she heard the brat crawl back into the ring and stand over her head. Her panties were clear to see underneath the brats skirt and that was probably Ginas intention as she took hold of the amazons wrists and dragged her back to the center of the ring. Once there she was flipped over and her arms were hooked over the brats thighs. To finish off, Gina took hold of both of Origa’s breasts and pulled back, forcing the amazon into a breast camel clutch.

”Haaaann! Nnmmm!”

Origa tried to chew on her lip and silence her moan, but she couldn’t stop a few from leaking out as Gina kept her upper body up by her breasts. Her fingers pulling and twisting on her nipples and squeezing down on her breasts, driving the amazon crazy with pleasure. The worst part was that there was nothing Origa could do, she was still weak from her explosive climax and her arms struggled to get off of Ginas thighs.

“Haaa, mm mmmm! N-no! Stop-stop saying those th-things!” Origa moaned out as Gina continued to talk in her ear, telling the amazon of all the ways that she planned to dress her up when she won. Origa’s mind refused to allow that to happen and shouted for escape. But her body refused to listen, distracted by a totally different call as Ginas fingers left bright red lines on her breasts.

Origa let out a high moan as Gina whispered her response hotly into her ear, squeezing onto her breasts as she did so. The amazon coo’d as afterwards the tennis brat released them and instead began to pat them gently as some form of apology. Her chest was sensitive and her back ached from her position in this camel breast clutch, but she was too weak to escape it. Her arms hanging limply from Ginas thighs.

Finally however, the tennis brat released her hold on Origa’s chest and unhooked the amazons arms. Origa flopped onto the canvas with a thud, her arms spread to the side and her cheek pressing against the mat panting. When she felt her arms getting grabbed and placed behind her back, the giant did nothing. To drained from the sensual holds to do so. But then she heard the clicking of the handcuffs on one of her hands and her brain kickstarted.

”N-no!” she shouted, her arm not yet cuffed shooting out to try and shove Gina away before trying to crawl away herself to escape. The handcuff on her wrist dragging along the canvas.