Octagon Hell - MIO vs Amy Evans and Chelsea Loski

"Nnnn..!" Mio's lithe form bucked off and she moaned as Amy and Chelsea both jammed their fingers into her sex. "Iyaaahnn...!" then she wriggled cutely on the corner as her nipples were sucked with such intensity. The effect was almost like being shocked by a defibrillator.

"H-haaa... o-oooh...!" she became lively again for the moment, moaning and writhing to her heart content, her arousal stirring up in an increasing pace. "Y-yess... ooh...! M-more..."

That got the reaction they had been waiting for. Not one to waste much more time they both picked up the intensity. There fingers in constant motion in Mio’s sex to give her no breaks whatsoever as they both worked on a nipple. Chelsea was slow and deliberate in trying to draw out her reactions with each stroke of her tongue.

Amy though was faster and aggressive, not at all being slow or subtle with how hard she was working her breasts, which was the same thing with her fingers which went down hard and far with trying to get Mionto the breaking point.

The contrast between Chelsea's and Amy's methods made Mio's body driven wild despite her exhausted state. She just didn't know how to react anymore as her tired figure had to response with both slow and aggressive stimulations at the same time, causing her to spasm uncontrollably. There wasn't much she could take in the end, however and with a loud moan the raven haired girl would let out yet another orgasm in the corner.

"Aaahhmm...! Aahhnn...! H-haaaaa...!" she cried out blissfully before gradually fading, her consciousness slipping, possibly falling to a slumber this time.

The two women worked Mio as much as they could with the girl shaking in place at being so throughly toyed with and loving it before finally letting out another origami’s in the ring. The BFF’s pulled away and watched her lose it as they watched her checked for any signs she was still awake. Given how hard it was to keep her active they doubted it but she had shown more endurance then you’d think.

“Think she might actually be out?” Chelsea asked poking and prodding for any kind of reaction. Amy moves closer to Mio’s sex and balled her fist. “One way to find out.” Amy would slowly try and force her fist into Mio’s sex if there was any bit of consciousness left to her it would be outed here.

Mio barely moving anymore after her last orgasm, apart from her chest moving up and down a little to show that she's still breathing. Even with Amy prodding her sex the raven haired girl remained unconscious. The referee came over and lifted her arm just to make sure, and after a brief moment the official signaled the victory for the pair. The bell then rang to signify Amy and Chelsea's victory.

That had finally done it. They knew had to be ending but Mil was finally beaten. Not that they were ever afraid to lose but the match was a long one based on the little things endurance which had finally reached a peak. After the bell rang they both grabbed and took her off the turnbuckle and gently placing her down against the ropes in what would be a far more comfortable position.

“Well that was fun.” Amy and Chelsea high fives and then leaned down to place a kiss on Milo’s cheeks before pulling away and letting there hands be raised enjoying the chance to watch the crowd cheering there easy victory.