Tasty challenge - Phe Phe vs Andy

Andy would blink in surprise, realizing that you really seemed to like it rough.
"Mmm.. i want more too, Phe-chan..". With his face held in both your hands, he could not resist and leaned in to kiss your alluring lips.

You can feel his body pressing a little tighter upon yours, with your legs at each side of his body, which sets him into a potentially dangerous postion in spite of him being ontop. But he's too aroused to care about it at the moment.

As you plunge your lips onto hers for a deep kiss, you'd find that her lips felt moist, full and carried a familiar taste of whipped cream.
Her lips might've been the best you've ever tasted, yet something stopped her from giving you the full satisfaction. Instead of allowing herself to melt from underneath you, you'd find that Phe isn't putting any effort to return your kiss. Instead, she would break away and look at you strangely.

"Yeah? Well we can't have everything your way, right?"

Phe suddenly attacks you, with both her words and her glaring eyes.

"Don't tell me that all you care about is sucking whipped cream from my mouth?"

She noticed that you probably put yourself in another opening for a body scissors, but she seriously cared more for her own concerns.

"So what's it gonna be, Andy-Selfish Pants?"

Andy blinked for a slight moment as Phe scolded him. Though, his sensual grappling resources were far from finished, and kissing her was just a pleasurable feel he had indulged into.

"Mmm... don't worry Phe-chan, i know you're a girl of good appetite, and i'm going to do my best to have you satisfied", he said with a smirk.

Noticing that she was not capitalizing her thighs slightly surrounding him, the young wrestler decided to take the initative: locking her legs at calves/ankles height under his armpits, he pulled back and tried to turn over his sexy opponent, aiming at a transition from a pin to a boston-crab submission.

Phe bites her bottom lip, takes a breath in, closes her eyes, then finally prepares for your worst.

"Nnnn......uuuuhh..."

A soft song seeps from the deepest parts of her chest. What sounded like a small cry in pain was really a rejoicement to what Phe really desired all along.

The feeling of her own legs being drawn up, high above, and her spine arching back further..and further..almost endlessly. It was like poetry in this very ring; her body bent gracefully like calligraphy.

"Uuhhhh....more.....m-more...."

At this point Andy was in a sort of combative rapture: he leaned backwards, feeling Phe's flexible muscles stretch more, to the point that their heads were almost brushing against each other while he groaned in exertion.

With your body tensed like a compressed spring, and yet realizing that you are not going to give up, Andy decides to complete his combo, shifting to a third maneuvre, which is a sort of modified powerbomb:
He pulls you up by your legs, so that he can grab you with an upside-down hug. Then, with a continuous fluid movement, he jumps up and backwards, aiming to slam you down shoulders first, suffering the combined weight of the two bodies dropped into the mats.

If his maneuvre works, Andy will end into a sit-out pin with his your arms pinned under his legs, your waist still clinged by his arms to keep you down, while his face is brushing your hips, huffing warmly against your butt as he goes for the pinfall.

Up she went, then almost instantaneously, down she fell. Though her upper back took most of the drop, her head also recieved a great deal of shock. So much that it was enough to leave her floored, winded and with stars dancing before her eyes.

Funny how Phe had the feeling that you were exceptionally strong. Now, Phe could lay and bask in the thought while she lays in surrender, underneath you.

"Oh, wait! It's time for me to count, already?"

The ref, who just happened to be too caught up with licking a few smudges of cream from the mat, finally realized that there was a job that had to be done.

"1.....2....."

Andy's signature triple-combo (spine buster + boston-crab + powerbomb), had required a good amount of his strenghts, and he was leaning against Phe's body, his cheek resting nicely against her lovely butt.

He blinked as the ref-girl's words snapped him back into reality from such a pleasurable snuggle. "H-Heh... actually yes, when you're ready of course", Andy would answer with a tired smile to the distracted girl, who had then splashed herself down onto the white cream and proceeded with the count.

"...3...!". Her hand was slapped into the white coat of cream for the final count, sealing the end of the 1st round. Indulging with the hold for a few more seconds, Andy's hands would now caress your belly, his face nuzzling your inner thighs fondly, so contrasting with his hard wrestling moves of before.

Eventually, he would let you go, pushing apart a soaked wisp of your hair from your lovely face, watching over you with caring sweetness. "mmm.. you ok Phe-chan?", he would breathe out close to your cheek, sincerely hoping that he had not gone too hard on you.

Round 1: Andy via pinfall. Score: Andy=1 - Phe-Phe=0

The poor sleeping beauty's mind was too far into another world to realize what was going on during the referee counts. However, as if on instinct, her eyes parted just moments after the first round was already over.

"Andy?"

Phe blinks curiously to the warm surprise of finding you still ontop of her. After Phe would attempt to stand up on her own, she would then set her chin and give you a judging look, one finger traveling down into her cleavage.

"You're pretty good. Definatly wasn't expcting anything less..."

With those last words, her finger would come out from its hiding place and slide into her mouth.


"Woow, this cream is good! Now, Andy...it's time I take care of you!"

Though there was a sweet taste in her voice, there was an undertone that spoke something else more sinister. Phe brings up her fists, then, just as the bell sounded off for the second round, Phe would charge at you for a lockup.

"Heh.. i'm ready Phe-cha....unghh...!". Andy was getting ready to resume the fight, confident that you were softened from the ending of the previous round, so he was quite surprised when you thrusted forward for a quite strong lockup.

He braced himself, hardly avoiding to be toppled, but he was clear that you were now exerting more force. "G-Gasp.... you're not half bad, yourself", he breathed out against your shoulder, muscles flexed in the mutual lockup.

Still, your charge would grant you a starting advantage, compelling Andy's attention to focus into not sliding on the slippery mats, which gives you a few more seconds to capitalize the moment.

The both of you were now entangled up, arms ontop of one another, face to face.

"Don't hold back, now...got it?"

She finishes before blowing a kiss right infront of your face, barely grazing your nose.
Phe would then cross one of her legs with yours in an attempt to trip you up, making you splash into the creamy mats below.