Marisa Evans vs Raelynn Chartelle

"Mmm..." Marisa sighed at the feel of Raelynn's firm rear sliding up against her womanhood. "Good to know you have a little fight in you. But, if you're this hot from just a little breast fondling...let's see how you handle this."
With that, her hand slid down Raelynn's torso across her belly, to begin stroking the lips of her foe's sex through the sheer fabric of the dress.

Tch...If..If I stay here...i'm gonna wet myself in no time.. Raelynn's teeth pushed down hard into her lower lip as the girl converges on her body - breathing quickening as she feels a hand slither down over the round of her tummy...and begin teasing her through the fabric of her dress...

Why is my body even...reacting like..this?! Raelynn's cheeks were obviously flushed a caramel red - just barely visible thanks to her delicate skin tone. Something had to be done, and fast...before Marisa's fingers found their target. With all of her strength ( which is at about half from trying to resist the hold for so long ) , she jerks the leg underneath Marisa's upward as hard as she can, trying to force her off balance, to follow her to the mat and try and sit on her tummy - and pin her arms to the mat with her knees..

Though Marisa's fingers were rather..distracting - and if she felt her reversal coming, she'd be in a good bit of trouble with the amount of energy she'd used...

Marisa felt Raelynn's leg jerk, forcing her off balance enough to stumble. The younger girl managed to capitalize and force Marisa to fall onto her back.
The former model let out a slight "oomph!" as Raelynn sat on her stomach, even managing to pin her arms down...

Pressing her advantage, Raelynn wastes little time in pinning Marisa to the mat. her knees pin Marisa's arms firmly to the canvas beneath her - and she'd feel the contour of one delicate hand running down the front of her abdomen..fingertips walking down her tummy, trying to distract her in the same manner that she'd been distracted...well, almost. "Gotcha.." she reassures to her - though mostly herself about the situation..her index finger sliding along the inside of Marisa's inner thigh, pushing in at the flesh...feeling out for any sensitive points. Though, plain as day - the "damage" Marisa had done to her under her last assault was dangling not too far above her eyes - pink little nipples standing at attention. Her free hand reaches down..feeling out for any undergarments..and beginning to unfasten them...

Raelynn's hand slid up Marisa's dress, but encountered no trace of undergarments, not even a thong. The erotic wrestler's lack of underwear was in itself a challenge, a dare for her opponents to do their worst.
"Well, go on then." Marisa replied. "If you think you have what it takes, let your fingers finish thier little trip."
Deciding not to let Raelynn get too settled, Marisa craned her neck upward, bringing her lips in contact with one of the caramel colored girl's pink nipples, and suck on it sensually...

.."Ah!" A sharp little moan follows as Marisa's lips fasten around one nipple - already hardened to a terse little point from all of the earlier stimulation - just like Marisa had promised before the match begun. The little suckles slow her fingertips...and then refocusing her resolve - her thighs grip tightly around Marisa's body again..and those fingertips begin to pet over the pinned girl's sex. This is my chance to press the advantage.. Her fingertips swirl over the lips of her labia expertly..tickling at each little nerve ending ..before petting deeper, and deeper...before that middle finger slowly rolls the length of her sex..hooking on her clitoris - gently swiping over that nub of flesh..trying to wetten Marisa - letting her stay distracted with the caramel-skinned girl's breasts...."Gotcha.."Raelynn croons out - bleach blonde hair tousled over her eyes..

Marisa's eyes widened as Raelynn's fingers work expertly at her sex. Her legs spread open as she lets out a moan.
"Unnhh.." she groaned out around the caramel colored girl's nipple before her teeth came down lightly on the hard bit of pink flesh, capturing it. Her tongue swirled around it in light circles and teasing flicks as she also sought to inflict some erotic damage of her own.

Raelynn is still quite..deliciously responsive to the little tongue at her bare chest - each little flick against the rock-hard nipple sending a light little shiver down her spine. Caramel thighs flex as her teeth bare down momentarily against the pink flesh of her lower lip..trying to forget the word exchange at the start of the match that was -still- turning her on.

But that doesn't stop her from pressing her attack. A single , slender digit swipes slowly back and forth over Marisa's clitoris...swirling in deep, taunting circles agaisnt it, trying to get Marisa to lower her guard enough for the next motion. Her thighs flex on either side of the girl, trying to hold her in place - Though Marisa could feel that the girl pinning her was getting turned on - because her taut little bottom is pressed tight against her.

She lifts her opposite hand, wetting it with her saliva with a flick of her tongues. "Heehee, i'll kick it up a notch for you.." she mutters out..before those fingers seek down between her legs - wettened fingers gliding along her clitoris for some intensified stimulation with quick little swipes...

"Unhh....very nice work with the fingers. But, you have to learn something the hard way, like I did." Marisa said in a husky voice. "Erotic wrestling is still wrestling!"
With that, Marisa will bring her legs up, her feet crossing under Raelynn's jaw in an attempt to use a head scissor hold to pull the mocha colored girl down from her perch as the model tried to sit up. If it works, Raelynn will be on her back, her legs in the air as if she had been powerbombed. Marisa's face will lean towards her foe's as she will try to hold Raelynn's leg's open.

"M..mumph..?"

Rae's eyes widen as Marisa's legs lock around her neck - stifling the caramel girl's breathing for just a moment. Sticky fingers withdraw from Marisa's sex where she'd been dealing a ...good bit of damage so far - her little haphazardly-hanging dress just barely clinging to her form - peeled back from her breasts with the tilt so that it was little more than a skirt - pink nipples rather..pronounced, leaving her upside down.

Have to stay calm....Raelynn stills her breathing....and then those words echo again in her head as the..strikingly beautiful woman moves down between her legs..

drop..by..drop....

..Raelynn's teeth dig hard into the her lower lip, bleach blonde hair pooled about the mat beneath her...

Sh..shit..if I don't get out..this is really gonna burn..