Kaija Laine vs. Mariah Burste - Happy Anniversery

The idea that Kaija’s breasts were bigger than Bubbles would’ve been enough to get a chuckle out of Mariah in almost any other situation. The Finnishwoman’s breasts were great, that was no lie, but her wife’s pair dwarfed them. Not that she could blame her for the assumption - when you heard a name like ‘Bubbles’, you didn’t think of a towering titan of a woman, you thought of someone cute and small and whimsy.

Mariah wished Bubbles was here. She wished she could’ve seen the look on Kaija’s face when she realized just how off the mark she was. It made for a pleasant thought, and those were about to be in short supply.

She hissed and gritted her teeth as her hair was yanked and her head was yanked off the canvas, twisted hard and forced to look at the screen by her opponent’s rough hands. She didn’t just take all this - she squirmed, twisted, tried to get free, but Kaija was a solid woman, built with tight muscle, and she couldn’t find much give, had precious little room to get free, couldn’t stop her body from getting manipulated like she was a little child - the woman’s grip was inexorable.

”You’d better hope you don’t find out what Bubbles-” She had only begun her warning when Kaija moved about, shifting up her body. Mariah was left to lay there, confused, as the woman brought her hips higher and higher, sliding her panties off, making her intentions all too clear. She took a deep breath, sucked in all the air she could, and the flesh came down on her mouth. Mariah let out a shriek as her mouth was engulfed and Kaija rammed her hips forced, smashing her face with each thrust.

It was hard to breathe, only able to steal gasps when she was allowed. But it wasn’t a bad position to be in - she needed to make Kaija cum, here was her pussy. She wanted licking? She’d get licking.

Mariah shot her tongue out and pressed into her folds, slipping into her pussy and stimulating her. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do with her face being humped, but she worked away all the same. It wasn’t the way she wanted to do this, but if Kaija wasn’t going to help her clear out the first hurdle, she wasn’t about to stop her.

It didn't take much convincing to get Mariah to start eating up the prize shoved in front of her face. Kaija didn't really expect it to either, yeah it was forced but it certainly seemed to be working out in Mariah's favor. She grunted with each stroke of her opponent's tongue, letting out barely audible moans as she matched the intensity of her humping with Mariah's lapping. She had to admit, she was pleasantly surprised. For all her opponent's lack of ability in the ring, she seemed to be more than adept with her tongue, swirling and twisting between Kaija's folds, penetrating deep within and probing at the parts that elicited the most pleasure.

"So... that mouth of yours... can do things... other than make stupid jokes, huh?" Kaija struggled to hold back her moans, not wanting to her opponent to know just how much of an effect she was having on the heel. Kaija prided herself in having very high sexual endurance, but with the ferocity of Mariah's tongue combined with the rhythmic sway of her hips, it was hard to deny the overwhelming pleasure reverberating through her womanhood. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, riding out Mariah's face and the waves of pleasure that accompanied it, juices slowly begging to seep out and enter her opponent's inviting mouth.

"I hope you didn't think... I was going to let you have all of this... for free," Kaija mumbled, reaching with her free hand behind her and blindly feeling around Mariah's stomach. She explored with her fingers, her eyes still closed as she reached further and further back, stopping just short of her denim shorts. She had to lean back quite a bit, but all that did was thrust her pelvis even more in her opponents face, but with enough leverage for Mariah's nose to poke out and get some much needed breathing room. Finally, she allowed her fingertips to enter her opponent's lower attire, sneaking underneath the shorts and whatever barriers lay underneath. She felt around her opponent's womanhood, spotting the entrance with the tip of her middle finger before taking the plunge.

She slipped in one finger to start, stroking between her folds with relative ease and an expert touch. The strokes soon turned into methodical pumps, each one increasing in pace, penetrating her opponent's pussy with vigor and passion. She didn't stop there, eventually adding another finger into the mix, this time her pointer. She flicked her opponent's clit between pumps, hoping to get the both of them worked up as she slowly began to increase the pace of her humping once again. The two of them were locked in Kaija's now complete hentai maneuver, each one of them fervently working over the other in a battle to see who'd spill first.

Yeah, Mariah was good at licking up pussy. It was something she had years of rigid experience with licking pussy. One could even say she was a master at it.

She followed a good pace. Never too hard, never too soft. Some people went at it aggressive and sloppy, attacked the vagina like they were making war with. Bubbles had been like that when they first started dating, and it took some long nights to get the habit out of her. Mariah could only speak for her own nether regions, but that approach left her cold and turned her off faster than it did anything. It worked best when you showed some love - treated these lips like they could kiss back. It was hard to keep the pace up, having to gasp for breath whenever she had the chance thanks to the flesh covering her face, but he manag

So she smooched. Rubbed her mouth against it. Suckled, nibbled, gnawed. She gave Kaija the royal treatment, taking this golden opportunity to advance the match in her favor. She was well on the way to striking oil. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to get something out of this, too, and as Kaija’s fingers traveled down her body, she found out exactly what that was.

Mariah tensed up as her opponent’s fingers found their target, plunging in and sinking between her folds. She moaned - a deep, throaty noise - that reverberated through Kaija’s body, as her body shuddered at the touch. Kaija moved with expert skill, leaving no doubt that she’d done this before, and her body acted without her brain’s permission, thrusting up against the invading fingers to maximize contact.

She was going to cum, there was no way around that, so she didn’t bother fighting it. She accepted the pleasure, rode with it, and took the time to recover as she hurried towards her climax, recovering as best she could in the small time she had.

Kaija was nearing the brink now, her thighs now visibly slick with the warning signs of an impending explosion. It's target: Mariah's beautiful face and wide open mouth, currently hard at work trying to accelerate the process as much as possible. Kaija's nether regions were tingling with excitement, the slow trickle of juices eventually turning into a steady stream She couldn't even properly hid her moans anymore, instead released satisfied grunts and pants as the effort of shoving and released her pussy into her opponent face again and again began to show. She timed each thrust with Mariah's probing tongue as it expertly played with her pussy, trying to make her impending orgasm an explosive one.

Her fingers were working just as hard, penetrating and pumping at Mariah's pussy with equal vigor. She could feel her fingers beginning to get slick with her opponent's juices, a fact that made the invasion of her privates easier with each pump. The two of them were heading to mutual orgasm, and Kaija was all for it. She picked up the pace of her fingers, putting them into overdrive as the meaty slaps of her digits pounding against Mariah's crotch echoed in the chambers of her shorts. She was ready to release, she could feel it, but she held on with every fiber of her being, intent on only releasing simultaneously with her foe.

"Fuck yeah, drink it all up slut!" Kaija bellowed out loud into the open ring, finally opening her eyes and unleashing a massive burst of her innermost juices, hopefully in union with her opponent. Kaija's nectar would come squirting out in force, coating her opponent's face and spilling out onto the sides of her head and the canvas below. She finally let go of her grip on her opponent's head, instead using her free hand to stimulate her pussy and make sure every last drop got where it needed to be on her opponent's face. She would finish the last of her humps, making sure that the viscous, clear liquid would be thoroughly smeared all over her foe.

She wouldn't let up with her fingers either, driving out Mariah's own orgasm to the very end. Once it happened, Kaija wouldn't release her digits quite yet, instead letting out a few extra pumps for good measure before finally pulling them out with her opponent's slick juices webbing them together. She would snake her fingers out of Mariah's shorts before raising her hand into the air, allowing the camera to get a close up of Kaija's hand strewn with Mariah's cum. She would bring them down to Mariah's face, hovering her hand just a few inches above her so that she could get a good look before finally bringing her index finger to her mouth. "Thanks for the fuck dear, I'm sure it tasted divine. Now lets see if the same can be said for you"

She inserted the entirety of her finger into her mouth, slurping up every drop of Mariah's juices before proceeding to do the same with each of her fingers except for one, leaving the juiciest of them all for last. She pulled each one out with a satisfying smack, swallowing the entirety of Mariah's load with each one. "Not bad. Sweet, although could do without the slight tang to it. thoughts?" Kaija continued to drip sarcasm through her tone, before finally clasping Mariah's cheeks in-between her fingers and puckering up her lips. She would squeeze down hard before inserting the remaining, glossy, cum soaked finger into Mariah's mouth, careful to evenly coat the inside of her cheeks and tongue with her own juices for the blonde to taste. She pulled her finger out with a satisfying pop, shoving Mariah back onto the canvas as she glared down at her foe, contemplating what to do next.

Mariah would give Kaija credit and say that the woman didn’t lack for energy, whatever her faults. It was kind of a shame they had to meet like this, instead of a more intimate session. With a libido like hers and a body to back it up, they could’ve made all kinds of music between the sheets, and the mere thought of Bubbles getting involved made that image so much sweeter. Break the springs, wake the neighbors, set the skies on fire, that sort of thing. It had been too long since she and Bubbles had done anything to warrant a noise complaint from their landlord. A night with a woman like this would fix that, real quick.

But then again, she was something of a bitch. They’d had bitches in their bedroom before, and it always ended up poorly.

It was a moot point, either way, because Mariah wouldn’t have invited Kaija at this point, and she doubted the woman would come even if she did.

A missed opportunity, and one she could only dwell on for a few precious seconds, as they both reached a thunderous climax. Mariah was all too aware of Kaija’s - it was hard to be aware of anything else, as she spilled her juices all over Mariah’s face, dominating her visions, her smell, her taste. It mixed with sweat and slipped past her tongue, slithering along her mouth and seeping into her throat, working, leaving a hot trail in its wake, nearly choking her. She had to suck in what little air she could through the nose, and she gulped it all down as quickly as she could.

She was so wrapped up in the moment that she almost didn’t notice her own climax at the same time, coming in like thunder through her body. Mariah shrieked into Kaija’s pussy, a muffled cry, and went into a spastic fit underneath her, worked to perfection by Kaija’s skilled fingers. The woman had done this often, was good at it - or maybe she was just driven. Either way, it worked for her, and left her as a sweating, heaving mess on the floor.

She didn’t even register Kaija’s words at first, too wrapped up in the bliss of the moment to properly process, but that changed when the fingers shoved down her gullet.  Taken by surprise, she went into a coughing fit, one that only ended when she was roughly shoved back down. All at once, the weight of the moment came hammering on her - she was in a match, one that she was currently in clear danger of losing, and she was halfway to being defeated. She wasn’t about to be pinned, still had some damage left to take, but this was a bad start no matter how you sliced it.

Planting her feet on the mat, she tried to buck Kaija off, only for her hips to flop back down before they could get too high - she was still too drained from the orgasm to muster much strength, needed to recover long enough. With a deep sigh, she fell back and focused on getting her breathing under control, hoping that might be enough for whatever was coming next.

Coming into this match Kaija already had a game plan. Get a nice fuck out of this bitch, finish her off quickly, end the match, and give a double-middle finger salute to management for setting up a such a pathetic debut. Nothing was stopping her from doing that right now, going in for the submission and stepping out of the ring with a sweet W on her record. Nothing was stopping her from pinning the girl right now, or knocking her light out, or ending the match in a variety of other ways. She barely stirred underneath her, bucking about weakly only to give out and lay defeated, out of breath and exhausted.

Despite all that, despite all the cards being laid out in her favor, she didn't want to end it. She was just having too much fun.  At first this annoying bitch was the one making all the quips, making all the smart-ass comments that were getting at her nerves. But now here she was, degrading this women, spitting out the sarcastically filled cracks that had annoyed her beyond comprehension when Mariah was the one dishing them out.

And she loved it. Yeah it probably would be best to just cut things short, to move on to bigger and better things and put this pathetic blonde behind her. But now that she was in the moment, with loud crowds, flashing cameras, dripping pussies, and best yet, the eyes of her opponent's lover, she'd be an idiot not to ride this out for as long as she could. She could feel her opponent's chest underneath her, the rapid huffing and puffing slowly turning into controlled ascents and descents as she tried to get her breathing in order. Too bad Kaija wouldn't give her that chance. She readjusted her panties so that it covered her sex once more, the remnants of her juices leaving visible wet patches along the thin material.

Mariah continued to squirm underneath her, providing virtually no resistance as Kaija clasped onto her scalp once more. "You're not getting off that easy" Kaija mumbled under her breath, before slowly rising to her feet. She began making her way to the nearest turnbuckle, dragging her her opponent by the hair along with the occasional yank and tug of her wrist. Once she was there she would yank Mariah up even more until she was on her feet, and prop the blonde up against the turnbuckle. She would swing her opponents arms so that they dangled on either side of the top rope, before climbing on the bottom rope herself so that she stood elevated over Mariah.

She raised a fist into the air, bathed in the dissatisfaction of the crowd, and sent that same fist straight down, angling the edge of her hand directly for Mariah's chest in a brutal chest chop. She wouldn't stop, instead raising her hand and sending it down again and again in an unrelenting series of chops, switching targets between her chests, shoulders and collarbone!

Bubbles didn’t know what to make of this. Of any of it.

She’d spent the last few minutes looking on as Kaija had her way with her wife, working Mariah to a climax, getting her off in a rough display of dominance. Most of the time, she’d be all about that sort of thing. Hell, she’d watched Haruka do that to Mariah only a few weeks ago, and she’d thoroughly enjoyed the experience. But that had come from a place of loving, of fun, of good-natured enjoyment. This Kaija couldn’t have been further from that if she tried.

There was malice in the way she fucked Mariah, this disdain that was setting Bubbles on edge. She didn’t know where it was coming from, but she knew she didn’t like it, and a small but increasingly growing part of her wished she could come to that ring and show Kaija just how little she cared for it. ”Come on, baby, you’ve got this.”

While Mariah would’ve appreciated the show of support, she would definitely have to disagree with the assertion that she’d ‘got this’. It definitely didn’t feel that way, as Kaija grabbed her by the hair and proceeded to drag her across the ring with ease, leaving her to kick and yelp like an unruly child. ”My hair!” She hissed and made some attempts to stand up, only to fall back down right after. ”Let go! Shit-”

Kaija did let go, but only when she was ready, only after she’d yanked her up and forced her against the turnbuckle. With her arms spread out, her chest wide open, she could hazard an easy guess on what was coming next. Didn’t mean she could stop it. ”Wait-”

Kaija didn’t wait. She lashed out and sliced into Mariah’s chest with a brutal whip of a chop, hammering her breasts and leaving a red mark across the flesh. A cry rang out across the room as she fell down to her knees and grasped the aching spot, wincing hard at the pain. She’d felt some hefty chops in her day, but that one was up there, easily one of the worst. It felt like her skin was on fire. ”Fucking...bitch…”

Kaija couldn't help but laugh at her opponent's protests. They were nothing short of amusing, hearing her opponent yelp and cry out in frustration at Kaija's utter dominance of the match so far. She was practically dragging her opponent around like a ragdoll, dictating her each and every single move as Kaija ultimately showed who was in control here. She thought that a match like this would be boring, that the lack of a reputable opponent wouldn't provide some spice into the fight. Oh boy was she wrong; she was loving every second of this.

Mariah was left gasping and aching after Kaija's chop, the skin around the base of her neck now a visible shade of red. Even better was the blonde's petty insult, a remark that only made Kaija cackle even harder at her opponent's expense. "No sweetie, a bitch is what I'm to make you"  Kaija whispered with fake tenderness in her voice, brushing herself up even closer against Mariah. She was still elevated on the bottom rope, with Mariah roughly in line with her breasts. It was a position she was keen on taking advantage of.

She reached her hand around Mariah's head and grabbed yet another handful of the blonde's beatifical mane, clasping onto it tightly and using the hold to push Mariah forward into Kaija's chest. The heel herself leaned in forward, squishing her poor opponent between her luscious breasts and the turnbuckle. She shook her chest vigorously, bouncing up and down on the ropes to make sure Mariah got to experience every square inch of her breast smother.

She shook Mariah's head violently as well, slapping her in-between her breasts and ensuring her nose was buried deep with her bosom. It didn't matter how much the girl thrashed and wailed, or how much she tried to resist Kaia's firm hold. She would refuse to to let go, intent on smothering her until she was thoroughly asphyxiated. It was until the prying arms of the referee at her shoulder did she finally allow Mariah a breath of fresh. With a roll of her eyes an annoyed sigh, Kaija would get off the bottom ropes and throw the girl roughly into the center of the ring, using her hair once again as an anchor to toss her into the canvas.

Steady. Focus. Take deep breaths.

It had been a good long while since Mariah’s last match, enough for her to almost forget what a taxing ordeal they could be, how they could wear away on your body. It was like the ring sucked away at your stamina just for the penalty of being inside it, nevermind having to deal with an opponent that could truly put you through your paces.

That was the case here, as much as she hated to admit it. When Kaija sliced into her with that chop, it didn’t just hurt her physically - though, goddamn, did it feel like someone took a baseball bat to her chest. But more than anything, it gave her distress, since it made her realize a painful truth - this woman was superior to her, far superior in every physical area. Whatever experience advantage she enjoyed, it would never be enough if she lacked the physical prowess to back it up.

Breathing was hard, and it was only made even harder when Kaija pounced and swallowed her face with those proud tits of hers. While she might’ve lacked Bubbles sheer size, she wasn’t lacking in that department, either, and had enough strength to make up for what little she missed. Mariah often told people this move was underrated, and now she had a chance to demonstrate why firsthand.

She couldn’t move her head enough to squeeze out a breath of fresh air. Couldn’t open her mouth. Couldn’t see, couldn’t struggle, couldn’t fight. It was like Kaija’s chest had her in stasis, and all she could do was suffer until her captress got bored or unconsciousness took it.

Lucky for Mariah, it turned out to be the former, not the latter, as she let her go, grabbed her by the hair - of course - and tossed her to the center of the ring, She rolled once, a full tumble, and came to a rest on her back. Panting hard, she stayed there for a moment to catch her breath, before she made a try at rolling over and pushing her way up.

Mariah's hair left Kaija's fingers like discarded trashing, tossing the entirety of the woman behind her without even a glance back. All she needed to hear was the loud thud of her body smacking the canvas to know that was left splayed out on the mat hurt and vulnerable. Although nowhere near as hurt as she was about to be. Kaija was still facing the corner, pounding her fist to her chest and letting out loud grunts to the immediate audience in front of her. She climbed up on the turnbuckle, stopping in the middle rung to raise both arms outwards and let out yet another fierce war-cry.

It was the battle cry of an alpha female, a women capable of savagery and brutality seldom seen in the ring. And here she was, showing it to the berserk crowd, to that bitch's wife at home, to the entire world. Mariah was nothing but the bottom rung on a long ladder to the top, and Kaija's ruthless ascendency started by demolishing this pathetic woman. And considering how unstoppable she had been thus far, she could even afford to be flashy with her domination. In fact that was exactly what she planned on doing right now, putting down even more pain on this woman in ways that was both spectacular to behold and excruciating to witness.

She climbed up another rung, this time placed herself on the very top of the turnbuckle. She furiously raised her fist even higher into the air, bathing in the mix of boos, cheers, hoots and hollers raining down on her from the ecstatic crowd. She closed her eyes, feeling the energy pumping through her veins and manifesting into what she was about to do next. She quickly glanced over her should to gauge the position of her opponent, noticing that  Mariah was beginning to stir. Kaija smiled, knowing full well that it wouldn't be that way for long. With one last middle finger to the audience, she began prepping the remainder of her attack, intent on ending this woman once and for all.

She bent her knees, maintaining her balance on the top ropes before using their spring to propel herself backwards into the air. She slightly tucked in her knees, performing a full summersault in the air before extending herself out once more on the decent. Her opponent was beneath her, she could feel it, just waiting to fall prey to her devastating top-rope moonsault!