Crossing the Wire: Nidia Roja vs Barbed Wire

The pleasure was beginning to course completely throughout her body. Despite it only being one finger, Nidia was so inexperienced in such things and Sayuri was moving it in such a way that the luchadora struggled to focus on escaping. Using all of her mental fortitude to free one of her arms and crawl towards the ropes.

Sayuri didn’t make it easy for her however. Making sure to put her full weight on Nidia’s body while continuing to pump her finger in and out of her snatch. But the luchadora’s persevered, only when she reached the rope the violet haired girl didn’t stop. Instead the luchadora was in a race against time as she tried to hold the waves back long enough for the referee to start counting Sayuri out.

Sayuri was fully on board with attacking Nidia sensually as long as she could when her opponent had finally dragged herself into the safety of the ropes, but at the count of two she had another idea.

"Alright, you work so hard not to have fun. That deserves a reward."
She therefore concluded sarcastically before giving the butt of the other girl a last playful slap before letting go of her, rolling backward with the grace of an athlete before sitting in the middle of the ring in the lotus seat to lick over the finger that had been in the most private part of the luchadora.

Muffled moans leaked out of Nidia’s seals lips. No matter how much she tried to hide them, she couldn’t stop the reactions of her body. All she could focus on was keeping her grip on the rope, knowing that the violet haired girl would eventually have to let go or risk getting disqualified.

And Nidia was right. At the count of two, Sayuri reluctantly released the luchadora and stepped away. But not before giving one final slap to her ass. Shakily the luchadora would try to pull her pants up and climb to her feet with the help of the ropes. She may have been free, but Sayuri’s time playing with her had done more damage than Nidia had thought. Her body was struggling to listen to her commands.

If she did manage to get to her feet. She would fall against the ropes, her arms hooking overtop them to keep herself upright as she panted.

"Ui ui ui."
The smaller Japanese got all excited looking at their opponent. Sayuri hat weighted if she could just tag Barbara in now, let her work the luchadora and then enjoy her again instead of doing further work on her personally, but when she saw how the other girl was fighting against herself and was finally hanging in the ropes, she would gesture her partner that she should come to the side where Nidia was hanging in the ropes, distracting the referee who would walk over to Barbara to keep her from interfering.

Hoping that this would give her the time to lewd the luchadora some more, she would scramble on her feet to put her hand over the mouth of the other girl again, rubbing her own sex against the womanhood of Nidia.

Chest rising and falling, Nidia panted as she leaned against the ropes. Still willing to fight but her body was struggling to listen to her commands, too busy listening to a much different call. While she had managed to escape Sayuri’s clutches, it left her on the edge of oblivion.

She needed time to cool off and calm herself. Except she wasn’t that lucky as Barbara suddenly started making a scene. Turning her head she saw the referee moving to stop the big blonde. Eyes widening, Nidia realized what the real plan was. Only it was too late, her mouth was sealed by Sayuri’s hand and soon enough she was moaning against it as she ground her sex against her sensitive own!

"Ouh, Nidia-chan. I can both feel and see how much you love this."
Sayuri whispered lustily into the ear of the moaning Nidia while her own womanhood greedily grinded itself against the counterpart of the luchadora. She was feeling herself getting pretty heated up too, so she sealed her own moan into a wet kiss against the neck of the bigger girl while her hand would firmly grope a breast of her opponent to complete her domination while her eyes were set into the direction of her partner, both because of her lust and to monitor how long the referee would still be distracted.

And when she finally had the impression that Barbara would not be able to hold the referee girls attention much longer, she would go for a quick takedown with a short drawn Fireman´s carry to get the bigger girl away from the ropes and raise her hands in the air to signal the referee that Nidia had collapsed on her own and she had nothing to do with it.

Nidia’s muffled moans failed to reach the distracted referee. The ravenous crowd did little to help as their cheers only further drowned out her struggling. The luchadora’s desperately fighting against Sayuri and her own rampant instincts. The feeling of their two covered sexes grinding against one another was driving Nidia’s body up the wall. The groping of her breasts and the heated kiss against her throat only further enhanced those feelings.

The luchadora could feel herself reaching the peak. Her body quaking from the constant stimulation, twitching and bucking with each rub. But then it suddenly ended, and the violet haired girl would pull herself away. Yanking Nidia off the ropes and flipping her onto her back with a fireman’s carry takedown. By the time the referee finally turned around, it looked like nothing was wrong and that the luchadora had simply collapsed.

Everything had worked out fine for Sayuri, and that fact was making her shine brightly in the face. And in a few spots not visible right then. Dropping on her knees, she would fold the wrists of Nidia neatly over each other and then crawl slowly forward until she could sit on the face of the luchadora, looking to cover only her eyes so that she could still breathe. And moan and groan at her leisure with the Japanese ready and willing to hear it.

"Oh, my Nidia-chan. If I had known how weak you are already, I would have offered you a hand of course."
The smaller girl grinned from ear to ear.
"But silly me! I can now lend you a hand!"
Said and done, Sayuri would reach forward and attempt to slide her hand under the top of the other girl, continuing where she had started from, kneading and groping the gorgeous breasts hidden under the fabrication.

Nidia’s body was at war with itself. Struggling to fight against the figure looming above her and the constant needy feeling that was spreading underneath her skin without end. Her body twitched and her hips bucked from the feeling of being on the edge of oblivion. At this point, Nidia would have preferred the orgasm. If only so her strength would come back faster.

But Sayuri was the type of girl to make things as agonizingly slow as possible. Taking her weak arms in her hands, the violet haired woman proceeded to seat herself on the luchadora’s face. Covering only her eyes, thankfully allowing her to still breathe. But only so her moans could continue as she proceeded to grope as Nidia’s sensitive breasts.

Sayuri would indeed take her time, watching with excitement whenever the mouth of Nidia would open or close from this or that movement she made while her fingers were playing with her nipples and breasts everywhere. She had also seen how close the luchadora was to cumming, but that would take some more time for her.

"That top is a little bit in the way for me right now. I like to see you topless now. But I also guess I have a nice idea for it anyway."
The Japanese chirped while she would look to move a little bit back so that she could fully sit on the hands of Nidia while she was removing her top and stuff it under her head so that Nidia could follow her when she bended herself over the naked torso of the muscly girl to now not only feel her with her fingers but torture her softly with her tongue by licking and kissing her nipples.