Keep It On the Down Low...

Aisha was done for. She knew was done for. Even if her experience with this sort of match was effectively nil, she could see the writing on the wall, and it was spelling out one, consistent phrase: you are going to lose.

And, for once, she was surprisingly okay with that.

The teasing was what really drove her over the edge, as Tiffany worked her like a finely-tuned violin. That thrusting. That hot breath on her sweaty skin.That licking. She was so close to the sweet spot, but she wasn't going there, and she had to know how crazy it was driving Aisha. Guys were different, they didn't play around this much, weren't so creative. If women were going to be this different, she was in for an interesting time in the AFW.

"Will you just..." Aisha shivered, as she felt the space between her legs start to moisten, mixing with the sweat and filling the air with a heady scent. "Just do what you're going to do. Come on..." She grasped Tiffany's hair even harder than before. "Come on!"

"Well...since you asked so nicely..." Tiffany breathed back huskily.

With that, the cowgirl put her upper body strength to work. With a grunt of mixed effort and desire, Tiff lifted Aisha up off the second ropes, her arms around the diva's waist. She would turn, facing away from the corner before suddenly dropping forward, taking Aisha down to the mat in what could be described as a spinebuster, but only in the loosest sense of the word. Really it was just a controlled tumble to the canvas.

The Texan's body was still pressed against Aisha's as they lay on the mat. Tiffany fasten her lips to the nearest breast to her face, hurriedly tracing a path to one of the the other woman's nipples. Her tongue would lick a quick circle around it before her lips closed upon it, sucking on it hard. Quickly, she would reach down, her hand reaching for Aisha's underwear, looking to pull the golden garment away from her sex with a commanding tug!

Aisha always liked to take control in bed. Be on top. Control the rhythm. She figured that would the case here, too.

But this was a different sort of thing, wasn't it? Tiffany was in the driver's seat, and she was pushing hard on the gas. Maybe, if they rolled the dice again, it would be a little different, but this time, the cowgirl was firmly in control, and Aisha was loving it. She loved the way Tiffany's body fit over her own and slid over skin. She loved those eager lips worshipped her breath. And she really loved the way those sly fingers were pulling away at her bottom and exposing her to the fresh air. It was hard to make the argument that this sort of thing was unnatural when it felt so damn right.

Aisha's legs circled around TIffany's body and pulled her in closer, wanting their flesh to touch as much as concievably possibe. Her hands went up and ran through the blond beauty's hair, getting two nice handfuls to grab onto as the cowgirl did her work. "We still having a match?" She had a sharp gasp, as Tiffany's tongue gave her a particularly skillful lash. "Right?"

Giving a sharp, but pleased gasp as Aisha's hands dove into her hair. The other woman's legs honed from both dancing and fighting, encircled her waist, holding her tight. The bare skin of Aisha's legs against Tiffany's uncovered waist marked another point of heat that was surging through her body.

The cowgirl paused as Aisha's voice spoke.
"Mmm-hmm...." Tiffany replied in the affirmative. "And, unless I'm mistaken, you're the one at a disadvantage...."

To prove her point, the strong blonde slid her hands under Aisha's back, lifting her up off the mat as Tiff gather her legs under her to rise into a standing position. The other woman would be anchored to her by the legs that circled the Texan's waist. Tiffany would hold the former Rose close, taking a moment to use her new position to briefly kiss and lick the underside of one of Aisha's breasts, attempting to keep her distracted as the cowgirl shifted her hands to positions more suited to deliver a surprise spine buster! The blonde's lips would remove themselves from Aisha's breasts just before starting the move. That, and Tiffany's shifting hands would be the clues that the diva would have that something was amiss....

Aisha was so wrapped up in the moment, so taken by the feeling of Tiffany's undulating body between her thighs, that she didn't really process her words until a few seconds after they were spoken. When she finally did, she couldn't help but let out a quick chuckle, though it was probably lost in the muddled mess that was her voice at the moment.

"Bet it looks that way, but..." Aisha gasped, quick and sharp, when Tiffany's divine lips moved away from her breast, leaving a thin trail of saliva around her aereola. She was given a a lovely lick as a parting gift, but it wasn't enough to distract her fully from the situation. She was moving, getting lifted upwards, and while she had a fairly good idea of what was about to happen, she was in a poor position to stop. Aisha's body was slow, groggy, too wrapped up in pleasure for a real offense. She was going down. Hard.

Aisha made a noise that was half-groan, half-scream, and her arms and legs flew out to the side. It wasn't the worst blow she'd ever taken, but the mixture of pain and pleasure had her nerves all mixed up. She wasn't getting up for a little while.

Tiffany, after landing the move, stood back up. A smile curved her lips upward as she took in the sight of Aisha's body, wracked with both pain and arousal. She had to admit, there was something about these sort of matches that really got her motor running. The Texan's face was slightly flushed as she looked on.

Backing away, Tiff made her way backwards towards the ropes. Once she felt them against her back, the blonde would bounce off them, running towards Aisha before leaping up, looking to land her body across the diva's in a crossbody splash!

If the move landed, she would reach for one of Aisha's legs, her hand brushing against the lips of her opponent's sex as it went by. Hooking the leg, she would grin down at Aisha and count "One..."

Aisha had come to learn there was a rhythm to matches, a way they sort of flowed from move to move. This followed that, that followed this, and this always came after that. Not science, but predictable enough, and it was that knowledge which allowed her to guess what was about come her way. Probably some kind of aerial move, judging by the time Tiffany was taking to follow up. High-risk most of the time, but since Aisha was having such trouble moving at the moment, the odds were more in her favor than usual. It hardly mattered what the cowgirl was about to do: whatever it was, it would hit.

It turned out to be a crossbody splash, and a nasty one thanks to Tiffany's muscle. Not the worst move she'd ever taken, but after being so drained by the lovemaking, it hit like a bolt of lightning. Aisha's body flopped around after the impact, then came to a rest, one that was only interrupted when some sly fingers slid over her sex.

She sighed, as Tiffany started the counter, closing her eyes. She wasn't getting out of the count, not right now. She figured her energy was better spent on other things, like running her hands over those smooth, white thighs at her side, cupping the cowgirl's five-star ass, things like that...

"Mmm..." Tiffany moaned as Aisha's hands ran up the bare skin of her leg, and then gave a gasp as the former Rose squeezed her firm ass. As a result, the cowgirl's count wasn't exactly up to speed, taking about a half beat longer than what a 'regulation' count would.

"Two..." she breathed heatedly, her breath hot with aroused heat....

Aisha bit her lip at the slow count - she'd resigned herself to losing this 'match', but she was starting to see some faint glimmers of hope, as Tiffany seemed to be too wracked with lust to remember what came after '2'. She'd never broken a pin like this before, but...

Aisha reached up, wrapped her arms around Tiffany's head, and pulled their lips together, taking her with a fiery kiss. Lips. Tongue. Teeth. They all met in the middle.

Despite the sensual groping that Aisha was doing, Tiffany was eventually going to get around to counting to three. In fact, with a grin, she raised her right arm, and was about to bring it down.

Then suddenly, Aisha reached out, bringing her arms up to pull the blonde's face to her and kiss her! The blonde slid up, moving out of a crossbody pin to simply lying atop the dusky skinned woman lush body....

*Well, that's a first. If the ref can't count to three because she's being made out with, then I suppose the match would continue. I'd love to see that fly in an actual match* the amused thought shot through Tiffany's mind.

Her tongue tangled with Aisha's as Tiffany moaned into the kiss. But for a moment, Tiffany was startled and shocked by the other woman's sudden aggressiveness!