Pin only match: Natasha vs. Anja the Raven

Things went considerably well when she managed to land on her knees and get a taste of Natasha who froze under her and screamed out under the triumphant gaze of the Blonde. At the beginning of this match, she would without a doubt have pictured this to be a turning point, but Natasha had shown considerable skill and challenged Anja's skill as a ring general to the fullest.
„Just forget that I thought you could be a snobby girl. You're fucking great! And hopefully great to fuck too!“

It was no big surprise then when Natasha did not just roll over and submit to the please and tried to put her into a head scissor, although Anja was not particularly afraid as her opponent would literally have to crack her skull to bring her down with this and she could still use her tongue as a dagger on the womanhood of her opponent to penetrate instead of liking.

„NGH!“
Her eye shot open in shock when she realized that Natasha came back at her with not only one, but two hands. Excited by the rough approach, she could feel her womanhood getting wet nearly in an instant under that brutal assault.
*Ahn...Have to stop this...quick!*
She thought while trying to overpower Natasha's hands one by one by using both of her own hands to grab a wrist and put their palm under her knees to keep them pinned down with her weight.

Natasha was caught beneath the blonde woman and her relentless tongue, suddenly regretting going for that second arm bar now that Anja had turned the tables around on her. Her legs responded to the pleasure the blonde's tongue was inflicting upon her by squeezing tighter, but that wasn't slowing Anja down at all, leaving Natasha moaning wildly while trying to return the favor by fingering the woman. "I'm more than just a good fuck!" Natasha called out after a particularly loud moan, her back arching as much as it could in her position, every thrust of Anja's tongue inside her feeling simply incredible.

"Oh wow so wet!" Natasha cried out as she felt her fingers becoming slick with Anja's juices, pumping them in and out of the blonde woman as fast as she could, angling each thrust of her fingers to drive the girl wild with pleasure. Not willing to let herself get pinned down Natasha withdrew two of her fingers, swatting away the woman's attempts to grab her wrists as best she could, feeling her own climax approaching but desperate to make Anja reach hers first.

It was only a matter of short time before she would have an orgasm, there was no doubt about that in her mind. Luckily, pride did not gnaw at her in a particular way anymore after being drilled on efficiency, so she had no problem to lose this little battle of *who comes first* as long as she could draw a favorable position out of it. And according to her thinking, this would be the case as she was on her knees and would try to drop on her opponent for a full body press cover after exhaustion would probably force the girl to release her head scissor.

So she would see the pleasuring of Natasha as a nice contest for a thrilling experience instead of a *must win at all cost* experience, trying to hold out as long as possible and play the *slap your hands* away game with her before finally being forced to cum at the skilled hands of Natasha with a long drawn, excited moan.
„YAAHHH!!“

Anja had been coming off as completely confident in her eventually victory over Natasha the entire match and as competitive as the french woman was she simply couldn't let her pull ahead, not just yet anyway. Still that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the thrill of this moment as both women fought to gift the other with a powerful orgasm, Natasha letting out a loud cry, half laugh and half lust filled moan, as the two played this game of sexual chicken.

In the end neither woman was willing to break away and in the end Anja would succumb to her desires first, cumming against the fingers of Natasha which only made her speed up the pace of her fingers, wanting to draw this out for as long as possible as a reward for Anja's masterful work so far. Natasha was moaning quite loudly herself as well, having Anja quite clearly enjoying her own orgasm only driving Natasha closer to her own climax. It wouldn't be long now but she had to try something to take advantage of the blonde's orgasm, crying out as she tried twisting her body and rolling over so that Anja would end up on her back with Natasha on top in a schoolgirl pin.

Most other women and even Anja would have considered this a defeat, but when Natasha turned them around again so that she had her in schoolgirl pin, Anja saw some advantages from this. First of all, the schoolgirl pin was useless in their body press only match. She would also be *cold* more early when things got hot again, but most importantly, she still had the pleasure to do Natasha from her position.

She would move minimally to lay rather low in the schoolgirl pin to continue her licking, collecting strength while lying spread-eagled to look as good as done while she waited for Natasha to join her with a climax before attempting to wrap her legs around the waist of the girl while she was enjoying the common fun at full height to get her in a sit-out pin by herself.

Natasha thought for a brief moment after placing Anja into a schoolgirl pin that she was closing in on winning the match, but it was only after she completed the roll that she realized the pin had to be a full body one, meaning all she had done was give the blond woman a perfect chance to take advantage of her! The woman did exactly that as a moment later Natasha could feel the girl's wicked tongue slipping inside of her once again, draining Natasha while Anja herself rested from her orgasm a moment earlier, moans quickly flying from her lips as she grew ever closer to her own orgasm. She threw her head back, screaming out in ecstasy while her hands weakly pushed against the floor trying to push herself off of Anja's eager tongue.

"Gawd no....stop..this..I..I can't, mhmmmm!" The pleasure rushing through her body was making even forming words difficult now as she was seconds away from falling over the edge of her climax into what was sure to be a brutal orgasm, shaking her head as if she could ignore what was happening inside of her pussy. Her hands would suddenly grab the hair of Anja as the inevitable orgasm overwhelmed her, Natasha crying out as her juices flowed freely from her pussy out over the face of Anja. She was still in the middle of her orgasm when the blond woman put Natasha onto her back, Anja pinning the french woman down using her legs even as her sex continued to release her sexual juices.

Anja could not resist to smile when she saw the surprised or rather shocked look on Natasha's face when the girl realized her mistake and shook her head like this would change anything. When her probing tongue finally hit the mark she had intended, she could not move much and had no real choice but get her face all wet and sticky, but that would come in expected, and on top of that, probably handy.

When the positions were changed through the use of her leg take down, she knew that she had to avoid making the same mistake as her opponent and treat a pin like a pin, so she would go for a seductive route by slipping through the opened legs of Natasha who still fought her desire, smear her lips with a steady trail over the stunning body of the girl until she would lie on top of her to grab her wrists and pin them over her head for the *Air Marshal*,her submission finisher, also whispering in her ear.
"Now that's what I call a funny match, Natasha-chan."

Natasha had resisted her own orgasm for far too long and she was paying for it now as every spasm which wracked her body draining her more and more, her body going numb until her only movements were the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed heavily. Her eyes were shut as she reveled in the after glow of her climax, every breath she took followed by a light moan as she laid there beneath the legs of Anja, barely stirring even as the blond beauty crawled up along her body at an agonizingly slow pace.

Her eyes fluttered open to stare upward into the woman's devious eyes, raising her arms up to resist her with but so soon after her rather intense orgasm she hadn't the strength to fight her and found her wrists pinned down above her head. Natasha was starting to regain some of her strength but only after Anja had taken the dominant position over her, squirming against her but unable to buck her off as the ref began to count.

With Natasha set up in a very nice position, Anja had an even better feeling being on top of her, even encouraging the squirming of her opponent by moving with her squirms as if they shared the same rhythm in this intimate dance the Blonde was eager to dance with the French vixen under her, with the voice of a loudly cheering audience after this set of actions.

"Do you remember Sumatra now? Granted, we were masked, but how could I forget these eyes..."
Anja whispered ,seeking eye contact to Natasha to touch her on a personal level with an adoring gaze, attempting to additionally break her in with a slow but sensual kiss.

Natasha was stuck beneath Anja's naked body and despite her efforts to roll out from underneath the blond beauty she remained that way, her own body still struggling to recover after that intense orgasm which had left her drained of energy. She gazed upward into the woman's eyes with defiance in her own, groaning as she pushed herself to try and buck Anja off of her now that the referee had begun to count, but the woman seemed to merely be playing with her as she rubbed herself down upon Natasha's trembling form, drawing a sharp moan from the french woman as their breasts and even pussies grinded together.

She only barely heard the woman's question but despite the light shaking of her head she knew there was no denying it any longer, she had remembered quite some time ago after all. "F..fine, I do remember you from back then, how could I forget..." She said submissively as the ref prepared to slap the mat one last time signaling the end of the match, Natasha realizing she had one last shot to escape this hold and threw every bit of strength she had regained into throwing her shoulder upward, but it was not enough as the ref finished her count and called for the bell to ring.