Who's the Biggest Shill? | Morgan vs Noomi

Regret. Regret. Regret. Regret.

Morgan could hear that word pounding her head, barely feeling the last few kisses to her midriff ending with the lick up along her navel. She didn't have to see the look on Noomi's face, she could just tell from the way the air shifted. There was a tension, a build-up of suspense as the streamer's attention shifted from the magician's abdomen to a climb up to let those blue eyes meet.

What would she do now?

The blonde was frozen, unmoving as the streamer slid into a mount of Morgan's lap. She could tell from those eyes what was coming next and yet there was still suspense as each of her fingers was pulled and hands pushed away. Noomi was free to access those rosy cheeks of Morgan's and the blonde felt enclosed in by the other's touch. She was wordless at Noomi's last taunt before she went in, pulling Morgan in the rest of the way.

Lips met and Morgan could feel the passion behind those dark lips. It was a flurry of kisses and breaths with the magician keeping up but struggling due to distraction. She moved her lips, met each kiss but it was clear who was calling the shots. Morgan could feel Noomi's lips pluck and drag across her mouth, she wasn't even aware of the mess the streamer's lust was leading to but all around the blonde's mouth, her white, pure flesh was stained by the dark faded smears of Noomi's corrupting lips.

Morgan's hands were batted aside but she let them fall to the tops of Noomi's thighs, gently stroking that Swedish flesh as she tried to keep up.

Noomi shamelessly moaned into their kiss, letting her fingers glid past Morgan’s cheeks to messily roam through her hair as she voracious made out with the magician. She had long since finished what she had wanted to do with the lipstick but why stop when her opponent seemed to be just as eager? This was what she had wanted from the start, to lull Morgan into a position where she was strongest and now she had her… at the second round hadn’t even started.

She paced herself, taking in deep breathes each time their lips parted only to dive back in before Morgan had a chance to find the same relief, making her dance to Noomi’s tune. Her fingers tugged at Morgan’s hair to pull her head back, domineeringly mashing their bodies together as she hunched over top of her, kissing her unrelentingly.

Her lips seperated, a slick wet touch along Morgan’s own lips as Noomi’s tongue nudged against them, attempting to part them just enough to slip inside. While both women continued to make out, Noomi would have found her own way to continue their wrestling match, attempting to dominate Morgan’s mouth and pin her tongue down with her own.

Morgan had gotten her wish. The act of wrestling was boring, a method of competition that the ancient Greeks came up with to display martial prowess. Modern day wrestling exhibitions were a little more extravagant but not completely measuring to the magician's taste. This match certainly wasn't an ol' boring standard wrestling match, in fact, there was hardly any wrestling at all. This was the wild spectacle she wanted when she signed up only she didn't expect things to take this type of turn. Although making out with a cutie was a bonus.

A bonus that she was apparently weak to. Each momentary pause, Morgan tried to suck in air, a gasp, but was quickly cut off as Noomi got hers and left the blonde struggling. She was not a seasoned kisser, being lead by Noomi's aggressive passion had left her staggering to keep up. Every move, Morgan found herself sinking deeper into the streamer's grasps. Her hair pulled, craning her head back to continue to meet those lips pressing down on her.

It made the next part hard to resist as Noomi's tongue came slithering into Morgan's mouth. She was being invaded and even in the realm of the magician's own mouth was she being bullied. Her tongue pushed and pinned preventing the desperate thrashing it might have been doing. Inexperience ruled Morgan's ability here as she tried to endure the assault, her hands slipped up underneath that dress and found curve of the streamer's rear. Hands gently rolled up and timidly cupped each cheek.

While her giggle was muffled between their heated exchange, it could be felt within their mouths as she made Morgan’s her own. Each time the other woman reciprocated their touch, Noomi bolstered her own efforts in an act of dominance, making it very clue who was leading and who was simply surviving. The streamer’s thighs closed in around Morgan, making sure their legs were snugly pressed to one another. Every inch of her wanted to be in contact with the magician.

When fingers slipped beneath her skirts and found her perky backside, Morgan would receive a small measure of approval as Noomi intentionally moaned into their lips. She enjoyed the caress but would help her coy opponent up by leaning back into the touch, forcing a more sizable handful of her perky rump than had been originally taken.

Their lips parted with a wet pop, a thin glistening strand of saliva linking between them as Noomi’s lips glittered from her lipstick. Her bright eyes examined Morgan’s face, unable to keep the small giggle from coming out as she leaned in to rest their foreheads against one another. She gave the other girl one last small peck on the peck as a lover might do before heading off to work that day.

“The lipstick is pretty good, don’t you think?” Noom’s fingers had loosened in Morgan’s hair, drifting down along her face until they rested gently on the woman’s collar, though she idly twirled a strand of blond hair around a finger playfully. “You certainly seemed happy… Can I get that smile now?”

In response to Noomi's giggle felt in her mouth, Morgan uttered her own moan, muffled by the lock on their collective mouths. Encased, bound, foled, boxed, stuffed, suspended... none of her escape acts ever put her in such a helpless state like this one. Morgan knew that Noomi was dominating her in every sense of the word and they still had plenty more match to go. She thought of that briefly before her mind became enveloped in the other's touch and zealous acquisition of her.

Their lips parted with an audible, enjoyable sound but finally the blonde had a chance to really breath. She gasped like she was coming up for air after a minute long dive. Her chest pressed and pushed against the restriction of the streamer's chest bearing down at her to keep her breathing a little stifled. The strand of saliva became upset and broke splattering down on the magician's chin. Gasping and panting, her blue eyes met Noomi's as she lowered herself down to brush their foreheads and give her one last peck on the lips. A move that Morgan did comply with, ceasing her desperate attempts to catch her breath with her lips extending to meet that brief kiss.

Morgan nodded in response. "Yea..." She uttered, her breathing calming enough to no longer be an obvious presence. At the beck and call of Noomi's request, Morgan smiled showing her pearly white teeth that contrasted the dark stain on her lips and around her mouth from where Noomi pressed and dragged her lips. It wasn't completely painted but her skin was marked, a faded dark color. The glitter caught the light and sparkled much like the saliva that came from their makeout session.

Her lips didn't move and for the time being, the match felt so very far away...

“That’s my good girl… so pretty.” Noomi smiled back at Morgan, running a finger suggestively down along her collarbone until it met the straps of her top. Her nail curled under the lip of the fabric, giving it the faintest of tugs before it slipped off her fingertip. A small seed of what the streamer might want from her next. Noomi turned over a finger, letting the coil of Morgan’s hair slowly unravel from it as she pulled away.

Noomi shifted on Morgan’s lap, pushing herself back to wiggle her backside from the other girl’s grasp as she retreated from the couch. The streamer rather casually ran a thumb along her chin, wiping away a bit of saliva that ahd made its way there from their makeout session. Other than that, she seemed rather untouched. As she stepped away from the heap that was Morgan on the couch, she took a moment to straighten her dress back out and brush back some hair.

“Now that I have your glowing endorsement all square away we can get back to our match.” As was dictated in the rules, Noomi made her way through the dressed-up studio room, stopping on the far end. She spun about with a giggle, skirts flaring in the air around her before fluttering back down. “Round two! Ready? ...and go!”

Morgan held that smile until she was complimented and then relaxed her cheeks, faltering in her stance as she collapsed back further into the couch. She felt exhausted as Noomi teased at further suggestion before she began to extract herself from the blonde's lazy grip. Without Noomi, Morgan's hands fell to the couch as she took a moment to collect herself. She needed time reflect and catch up as her reality before felt cutoff. She had pretty much forgotten this was a wrestling match at some point until the streamer retold her with that fact.

“Round two! Ready? ...and go!”

The continuation was on her in a split second, it felt like. Morgan wasn't ready! She scrambled to her feet and readied herself, though compared to the start, she was much more timid in form. Her stance was shaky, like she'd give in to a rout if Noomi made an intimidating move. One foot was in front of the other and cautiously, Morgan kept her distance, circling and scanning the room. She needed an advantage.

"Can I get... like a minute, here?" Morgan sounded gassed already...

“You need a break? But we just had one.” Noomi’s lips pulled wide in a devilishly smug smirk. She stepped away from her corner, taking long exaggerated strides that pantomimed someone stalking through the shadows in a cartoon. Her hands were up, fingers wiggling in a cutesy grabby hands motion like the adorable predator she was. She moved around bits of furniture in her peripheral vision, all the while keeping her eyes on Morgan.

When Morgan moved to try and circle away from her, she would shuffle to the side, working to start closing off the room from the magician. All the while Noomi was giggling as though this was a fun little game, enjoying the hunt of her desperate opponent. When she finally got close enough, she would lunge the final few strides, attempting to throw her arms around Morgan to pull her into a tight hug.

Morgan moved with a sense of urgency. She paced and dodged furniture like she was trying to escape the killer in the maze. Except this killer was cute and the price for getting caught was far, far more appealing. She almost wished she could get caught again and that presented a problem. She wasn't taking this risk seriously enough. In fact, panic had stricken her senseless as her maneuvers only put her on retreat until finally she was pinned in a corner. The bed was on her left, and a table laden with objects, cups, and all manner of things lay on her right. Then in front of her, Noomi closed in.

Escape via her left might be more doable as she'd hurdle the bed and get to safety. This was, of course, wearing her out more all this dancing around but she wasn't thinking well. It was easy to be distracted given all of the stimulation. On her left lay an array of objects that she could maybe use but hurdling it would be risky. She could maybe dive under it but with the chairs tucked under the table, it wouldn't be easy.

Trying to go around would lead her right into Noomi's grasp yet again.

Left or right? Right or left? Morgan was bent forward, darting between her feet trying to decided as Noomi closed in. The blonde sought some type of hint but by the time she saw anything, Noomi's lunge happened.

All that build up in her head and Morgan stood there like she was going to do something only she didn't. What's more, the magician had her hands low so that wrapping hug had secured her hands firmly to her sides meaning there was no easy escape as she found the hug locked in.

Pulled in tight, Morgan's breasts smushed against Noomi's yet again. Their bodies, pressed and Morgan even made things worse by bending, leaning back which caused her to instinctively lift her legs as she curved around the arms of Noomi. It would have been a simple matter for her to just lower her legs to touch the ground but for the moment Morgan seemed content to play the victim as she tiled her head back, "Uuugh!" grunting from the strain of being held tightly.

Morgan was a deer in headlights and Noomi was the truck barreling down the road, the collision was inevitable. She came surging forward, arms snapping around the magician as both girls were thrown against the wall, hard enough a tasteful painting next to the table was jostled loose and came clattering down. The streamer turned a hand over, locking her grip around her opponent and giving a firm squeeze. While she was far from the strongest wrestler out there, she had seemingly done enough to leave Morgan helpless in her embrace as if she were substantially more muscular.

“Got you…” Noomi cooed, doing her part to hike Morgan up slightly in the bearhug as the woman lifted her legs. With a hard thump, she slammed the magician to the wall again, shoving her face down into the blond’s bosom to humiliatingly motorboat the poor girl. She came up for air with a big laugh, winking at Morgan.

Noomi took a few careful steps back, managing Morgan’s weight in her arms. She would shift the other girl’s body, unhooking an arm to quickly bring it around between her legs to firmly grip her crotch. In a quick motion, she would scoop her opponent up and over, flipping her upside down to then slam her across the table littered with knick-knacks hard enough to break the slender legs of the bedside table and send everything to the floor. "Look at the mess you've made."