Miyake vs Sasha: Small match. Big debut

Sasha deflated like a balloon leaking air, her orgasm draining more strength out of her than any submission could. The Hawaiian panted as she stared up at the lights above, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she basked in the afterglow. All the while small moans and coo’s would escape her lips as Miyake’s fingers finally left her snatch.

Only for them to force themselves into her mouth. “Mmmm! Mmm!” she moaned muffly, her hand pawing at the purple girl’s wrist as she was forced to taste her own juices and humiliation. Despite her incredible strength however, Sasha was too weak to stop Miyake’s efforts.

Those fingers wriggled inside of her mouth, pressing against her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. When Miyake finally removed them, they were soaked, but cleaned of her juices. It was then that her opponent got off of her and proceeded to drag her to the corner. Sasha was too weak to resist as she was propped up and tangled in the turnbuckles ropes, her legs forced to spread wide open.

Victory tasted even sweeter when it was in the form of a defeated opponents sex juices it seemed, and being the generous girl that she was, Miyake wanted Sasha to have a taste as well. Of course, the match wasn't over yet, meaning she hadn't really attained victory or defeated her opponent entirely yet. But given Sasha's current state, it didn't seem like she had much work left to do. Hell, she could probably squeeze a submission out of her right now if she wanted. But what would be the fun in that?

No, instead Miyake had something else in mind. With her rival firmly entangled in the ropes, it was time to ramp things up just a notch. She turned around and made a dash for the opposite corner of the ring. She stopped just short of the turnbuckle, spinning herself around and placing her arms on either side of the two ropes. She would then lean back, building enough tension in the ropes to propel herself forwards and towards the dazed blonde.

With a burst of speed and a gleaming smile, Miyake came in like a bullet headed directly for Sasha. At about three quarters of the way there, Miyake leaped into the air and outstretched her legs, aiming her crotch directly at Sasha face! If she managed to execute the move successfully, Miyake would firmly plant her legs so that they dangled outside the ropes, with Sasha's face buried deep between her thighs and her head squished between Miyake and the corner turnbuckle.

Now it was time to add the bronco in broncobuster. If everything was still going according to plan, Miyake would then start aggressively jumping up and down on Sasha's face, grinding herself against her opponent. "Wooaah, easy girl!" She clung firmly with one hand onto Sash's hair, while the other waved frantically in the air imitating a cowgirl being bucked off a bull.

Miyake’s earlier attacks, while annoying were at least the Hawaiian could handle. The smaller girls kicks and strikes acting as bothersome bug bites more than anything else, simply distracting the massive blonde than actually hurting her. However when her opponent shifted from hard to soft, Sasha was struggling to put up a defense for it.

Which is what led to her having a climax forced from her body and left drained on the canvas. At least for the moment as Miyake would soon drag her to one of the corners and tangle her up in the ropes. Sasha’s mind was just returning in time to recognize the position she was in, and the smile of her opponent as she grinned at her from across the ring.

Sasha could only widen her eyes in panic as she saw Miyake charge towards her! Desperately she tried to untangle herself from the ropes she was trapped in, but it was too late. Miyake’s body sailed through the air and her legs slid past both sides of Sasha’s head. Finally her crotch slammed into the Hawaiians face to a muffled cry.

“MMMMMMM!!” Sasha shouted! Her face bright red as she felt Miyake’s hips buck up against her, rattling her brain and filling her mind with the scent of her sex. Sasha’s arms weakly pawed at her opponents thighs as she rode her like a prized bull, her mind getting foggy thanks to the lack of clean air she was getting.