Racy Tracy vs. Lady Lakota-Skinny Jeans match

Rachel moaned in pleasure as the wedgie tightened. The purple fabric disappered between her cheeks, and her moist slit soaked the bottom of it. The main plan, however failed.

Rachel smiled. "Janet, I promise the same." she whispered back. "Although, I am going to win." she smircked. Rachel dove for her opponent's tighs, grasping and tugging. The initial force yanked them down an inch or two, revealing the black and green panties beneath covering her slit. The redhead gasped-she forgot about her own panties, which were suddenly pulled even tighter by her trick.

Janet gave a surprised cry as Rachel yanked her skinny jeans down another inch or two. Now that they were down past her rump, they would be much easier to pull off entirely. If she let Rachel gain even one more inch on her, Janet could be in serious trouble. To compound that problem, Rachel now had access to Janetâ€s womanhood, the panties covering her crotch already moist!

Quickly, the Lakota girl released her opponent from the wedgie and grabbed onto her skinny jeans, yanking them down to the same height at which she still wore hers. She grinned deviously as she saw that Rachelâ€s purple panties were just as wet as her pair. “My, my, Racy Tracy, how turned on you are right now!” she chuckled, reaching one hand down to fondle the girlâ€s aroused pussy.

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"Of course I am, I'm fight a sexy beast" Rachel grinned, the blush growing as she was fondled. She had to do something. Bearing a sly grin, she looked at Janet. "You like my pussy so much...why don't I help you?" She said coyly. Suddenly she yanked her jeans back up her thighs, trapping Lakota's hand between her crotch and jeans. Her bum still exposed, she rubbed it. "How you feel now?" She giggled, before trying to yank the Indian girl's jeans further, to her knees.

Janet gasped as Rachel hiked up her jeans, trapping the Lakota girlâ€s hand against her crotch. “You sneaky little slut! You tricked me!” she exclaimed. She wiggled her caught hand desperately, trying to free it, or, at least, trying to bring Racy Tracy to orgasm, hopefully slowing her down enough from pulling down Janetâ€s jeans any further. With her other hand, she reached down to her own jeans, pulling them back up from her knees to the mid-thigh.

“I feel fine, lover dear. How do you feel? Getting pretty close to cumming for me, arenâ€t you?” she retorted, now once again going on the attack, using her free hand to pull down Rachelâ€s pants down past her knees, freeing her hand.

Rachel wobbled, her legs now bunch together by her low jeans. "I, a, fe-feel..." she stammered-between the lack of balance and sexual euphoria, she couldn't stand long. "Fi-i-INE!" She yelped, pitching forward. She reached out and grasped at Janet's waist, yanking the Lakota's jeans all the way to her ankles. The crowd roared-if rachel could get them completely off she'd win. The Lafy was not far behind though, in her disrobing of the redhead.

"Going down, my Lady?" She called up, wrapping her arms tightly around the girl's lower legs.

Janet giggled, knowing that Rachel was close to both having an orgasm and losing her pants and the match. “Come on, Tracy, dear. I can tell that you donâ€t have much fight left in you, darling, so why donâ€t you just give up and let me get those pesky jeans off of you?” Janet taunted her, sensually continuing to pull down the girlâ€s pants, inch by inch.

When Rachel lunged forward and yanked Janetâ€s pants all the way down to her ankles, the Native American girl let out a surprised yip, trying to back away. But she couldnâ€t—Rachel had wrapped herself around Janetâ€s legs, preventing Janet from escaping, and from reaching down to pull her jeans down in retaliation. Janet needed to get low fast, or else Rachel might trip her up and get her jeans completely off before she could react.

Janet threw herself to the ground, trying to get beneath Rachel. If she could, she would begin quickly tugging the girlâ€s jeans, pulling them down to her ankles and starting to slide them around her feet. She could only hope that she could get Racy Tracyâ€s jeans off before her own were removed.

Rachel flailed as the two girls wrestled to depants each other. She tried to roll over, hoping to ed up on top of Janet, smoshing the Indian's breasts with her ass. She thend curled the Lakota's legs up over her own head, the red hair brushing silkenly between those thunder thighs the brunette possessed. As she fought to get the jeans down, getting one heel inside the pant leg, She could only hope the Lakota was in an awkward enough position to slow her.

Janet squealed as Rachel rolled over, forcing her onto her back. The redhead tugged hard at Janetâ€s jeans, and the Native American girl could feel the skinny jeans begin to slip down past her feet altogether. “No, no, no!” she cried out, trying to force Rachel back over onto her back, putting herself back on top. “This is my match, dear, sweet Tracy, and no matter how much I may adore you, I will not let you take my very first win in this league away from me!”

She kept tugging on Rachelâ€s jeans, and was rewarded for her efforts when she got one of the girlâ€s legs completely free of the pant leg. She giggled excitedly at this positive development, but kept pulling as hard as she could, knowing that she and Rachel were neck and neck, and it would come down to a matter of seconds who could depants who first.

Rachel panted as she felt her let leg flap unrestricted. "It's, ha, also my first match! Looks like it's just down to the last leg." she said, giggling at her own joke. She pushed one leg all the way through and let it flop down. Quickly she yanked the front of the native american girl's panties up, hoping the frontal wedgie would stop her. She rapidly pulled the denim over her opponent's other heel....

Janet squealed, kicking her legs wildly as Rachel gave her a brutal frontal wedgie. “Thatâ€s cheating!” she groaned, but she did her best to ignore it and focus on getting Racy Tracyâ€s second leg out of her skinny jeans. Feeling her own pants being quickly peeled off of her, she gave one last powerful tug, finally succeeding in pulling the jeans all the way off of her opponentâ€s body.

However, as she flopped down to the mat, waving the skinny jeans in the air, she realized that she sat there in only her panties, Rachel having successfully stripped her in that final struggle, as well. She looked over to her opponent, and the skinny jeans in her hand. Who had won?

The referee walked over, calling the two girls to the center of the ring. Janet quickly obliged, and, grabbing each girlâ€s arm, the referee raised Rachelâ€s in the air, indicating that she had managed to strip Janetâ€s pants off first, and that she was the winner of AFWâ€s very first skinny jeans match. Janetâ€s jaw dropped, as what she thought had been her first victory suddenly turned into her first defeat. As the referee climbed out of the ring, and the fans gave them one last round of applause, she walked over to Rachel and hugged her.

“Weâ€re going to have to have a rematch sometime, sweetie,” she sighed, a little disappointed that she lost, but still looking forward to the night ahead. “You might have won this battle, but you havenâ€t won the war. Now, what say you we adjourn to your apartment? I do believe I am your prisoner until noon tomorrow.” She leaned down and gave Rachel a passionate kiss.