Sweet prize for both

Astrid entered the empty locker room. Now that the adrenaline that saturating her blood during the match was over, she began to feel pain in her muscles. Despite the fact that the match was not too long, her opponent managed to stretch her muscles pretty well.

In any other situation, the Norwegian woman would go right to the shower room. Usually after the match, she took a shower, changed her clothes and went to the bar. However, this time the circumstances were slightly different. Instead of a drink, she was going to get something equally pleasant.

She walked over to a large mirror to look at her own reflection. And when Astrid saw herself, she chuckled slightly. There were a few bruises on the body, but even that was not very noticeable. What amused her most was how brightly her oiled skin gleamed. Astrid smoothly ran her palms along her waist. The oil was still liquid, so the palms slid very easily.

During the match, Astrid did not pay attention to this, because she was focused on winning. But now she realized that thanks to oil, the skin becomes more sensitive, and the touch becomes completely different. It was difficult to describe, but it was very enjoyable.

“Don't make me wait,” the blonde said, as if Daisuke could hear her.

The only thing she didn't like was that her beautiful golden hair had almost completely turned into a slurred heap. Her strands were sticky and not very attractive, at least in Astrid's opinion. But with some things you just need to come to terms.

The Norwegian woman tried to control herself, but a fire was still burning inside her. And she was eager to receive her last prize, especially since she had some thoughts on this matter. She was always passionate, especially during and after a good match. Closing her eyes, she imagined what could happen after her opponent entered this dressing room. The thought gave Astrid a chill. She bit her lower lip slightly. She couldn't wait any longer.

"How courteous, huh," Astrid thought when she heard a knock on the door.

It could not have been anyone else, and after a few seconds Daisuke entered the locker room. Astrid turned her head momentarily to glance at her opponent just in time to see him straightening his briefs. The Norwegian woman smiled slightly and turned back to the mirror. However, she did not have to wait long.

The Japanese guy came close to her, stopping to the side of her. Daisuke also turned to the mirror. Now the consequences of the match were more than clear. They were both bruised, and in fairness it was worth saying that the brunet came out of this confrontation much more rumpled. Most importantly, they were still covered in slippery oil. Astrid had a slight smile on her face as she stared at Daisuke's reflection. She deliberately did not intend to be the first to start the conversation.

Now they were both here because they had made a bet. And although Astrid was not going to hide the fact that during the first meeting she felt only irritation for this person, she respected the fact that Daisuke was a man of his word. He not only admitted defeat, calling her the best, but also did not try to brush aside the other part of the deal. She was wonder if he thought he was here solely because of this? Astrid didn't want to disturb this atmosphere, and finally, she heard the question.

The blonde turned to Daisuke and took a step forward, leaving no space between them. Even between their faces there was no more than a few centimeters. She looked him straight in the eye. Her gaze was defiant, she was like a storm. You cannot fight the storm, being in the epicenter of this natural disaster, you can only surrender to the will of it. But there was also a fire in her eyes, these were sparks of flirtation and passion. The Norwegian woman raised her hand and placed her hand on the back of Daisuke's head.

“No way,” she said, before bringing his face closer and joining their lips together.

She did not hesitate. She didn't want to waste time. Instead of a slow and measured kiss, she immediately opened her mouth, penetrating her tongue into the mouth of the Japanese guy. Romance is wonderful. But not after such a hot match. But not when your body is covered in oil. There, in the ring, only victory was important for her. She was born to be the strongest. And the match always fueled passion in her.

Continuing to hold the back of Daisuke's head with her right hand, she moved her left hand to the side. Her hand touched the Prince's muscular belly, but Astrid didn't stay there for long. Her hand dropped lower, her fingers ran over the fabric of his briefs, stroking the brunet's cock. And then she was going to flex her fingers to squeeze his balls. Not too strong, she was not sadistic, only passionate. And at the same moment, she would lightly bite the Japanese guy's lower lip. It was a good match. She earned her prize. But who said she was greedy? Not at all. Astrid was ready to share her pleasure. Right now.

When does a recurring event become a tradition? Of course, Astrid didn't spend time this way with everyone she met in the ring. Yet it really could be called a trend at least. During her debut, she experienced incredible feelings. And this led her to a second meeting with Mari, in a more private setting. She was experiencing the same now. Oil and the Japanese guy lit a fire of passion in her. And Astrid was not in the habit of holding back her emotional impulses.

Taking the initiative in her own hands, the Norwegian woman put her hand on the back of Daisuke's head and brought him closer to her. When their lips joined, she felt that he hadn't expected this. There was nothing surprising in this, for sure, in the place of the Prince, few would be ready for this. But Daisuke quickly got his bearings, because after a few seconds he responded to her kiss. Their tongues were wrapped around each other and the blonde was enjoying it.

She heard the low moan of the Japanese guy, which made her smile through the kiss. It was just the beginning, but she already liked it. She wanted more. And her fingers, which slightly squeezed Daisuke's balls, spoke quite clearly about this. She was about to move on to more active things, but the Prince interrupted their kiss. Astrid opened her eyes as he placed his hands on her shoulders. She liked his smile. He didn’t look as cocky as he did when they first met. And she liked this Daisuke much more.

"Oh?" Astrid smiled, raising her eyebrows slightly.

What was it? Did that mean he was against this kind of thing? No, this is unlikely. Astrid was sure it was different. Intuition told her that the Japanese guy just wanted to be courteous. And if this was really so, then he found the right approach. Despite the fact that Astrid had a very harsh temper, she liked it when she was treated like a real woman. She smiled and moved her lips to his ear.

“I remember,” she whispered.

After giving the guy another short kiss, Astrid took his hand and headed for the lockers. Foot fetish was not the biggest part of her life. But it was a nice addition to the foreplay and she really wasn't going to give it up. Astrid stopped by the bench and turned to Daisuke. There was ardor in her eyes. Not the same as it was in the ring. Everything was much more intimate now.

She took a step forward, again pressing the front of her body against Daisuke's. She was madly in love with the way their bodies, covered in oils, interacted with each other. Goose bumps ran down her skin. Astrid knew what she wanted. But before getting it, she wanted to tease the Japanese guy a little. The blonde dropped her hands and took the hem of the Prince's panties. She looked into him knew, she was interested to see his reaction.

But that wouldn't last long, as she was determined to squat down and pull his briefs down. Was it hot? Undoubtedly. But she knew how to make it hotter. Astrid tilted her head forward and stuck out her tongue. The tip of her tongue touched the Prince's balls. And after a moment she touched his balls with the whole area of ​​her tongue. It was a very unusual feeling. The oil completely changed the usual perception.

Astrid lifted her head, running her tongue over Daisuke's scrotum. Higher and higher. Then her tongue was on his cock. She was in no hurry. The blonde slowly rose up, running her tongue along the entire length of his cock. And when the tip of her tongue was on his cock head, she did not continue. She only intended to tease him.

With a smile, Astrid straightened up to her full height. Her lavender eyes looked into Daisuke's. She gently took his chin with her fingers, after which she put her right foot on the bench next to them. Astrid gently pulled the Japanese guy's chin down, making it clear that it was time to fulfill the cherished part of their deal.

“Don't be shy,” she said quietly.

"We're just getting started..." Astrid replied to Daisuke's words, closing her eyes.

She felt that Daisuke was somewhat confused by her actions. Astrid didn't know if he had something similar with other women. But it didn't matter to her. Even if it seemed very unusual, she was determined to have a good time. Passion is one of those things that cannot be contained. Their match made her blood boil and now she needed to blow off steam. She could have just claimed her prize by forcing the Japanese guy to please her feet. But why do it that way when both of them can get so much more?

The Norwegian woman had a slight smile on her face as Daisuke began to massage her foot, it was a very pleasant sensation. And then, when the Japanese guy's lips touched her skin, she involuntarily exhaled air. Numerous kisses tickled her foot nicely and she enjoyed it. Daisuke gradually began to descend lower, not forgetting to pay attention to her toes. Astrid's breathing quickened noticeably, she even bit her lower lip.

Some things were very difficult to explain. She was definitely not the only one with a foot fetish. Although many others saw this as nothing more than a means to amuse their own pride. They loved to humiliate other people by forcing them to lick feet against their will. While for the Norwegian woman, it was just an innocent way to get a pleasant feeling.

Daisuke's kisses became more sensitive, he began to climb up again, sucking on the slippery skin. The blonde's heart was beating very quickly, she wanted to pounce on Daisuke to saddle him, but she tried to control herself. She wanted a little more before they moved on.

"Lick it..." she asked quietly, through ragged breathing, "and then... go higher... much higher..."

She hoped that this hint would be enough for the Japanese guy to understand what she wanted. She really enjoyed feeling Daisuke's lips on her feet, but she wanted more. And with each passing second it became more and more difficult for her to restrain her impulses. Perhaps the unusual setting played a role in this. It was a strange feeling. Astrid didn't want to rush, but at the same time she wanted things to get even hotter.

The Norwegian woman fully enjoyed the caresses that Daisuke gave her. And she chuckled a little when she heard his comment. The blonde gave him another short kiss and then took a step back.

"Thanks for the match and such nice time," she said, "maybe see again sometime."

With these words, she headed towards the shower room. She needed to wash off all the layers of oil and then get home to rest.