[Hentai Match] Lunara Ashmore vs Claudia Augusta - The hot meeting

"SHUT UP AND CUM ALREADY YOU DAMN BITCH!!!!" Lunara screamed so loudly that her words could be heard even outside the empty arena.

She just couldn't believe that she was faced with such a die-hard woman. Hentai is always associated with lust and the desire to win. But this Italian woman was a completely different fruit. She literally refused to accept defeat. And Lunara just couldn't believe it. The predator was not ready to believe that after all the words spoken, she should be the one who will be in second place today. No, it just can't be true. She must win. She must. SHE MUST.

"Mmmm...  aaaahhh... maaaaa!!!"

She had absolutely no control over her moans. The American woman had reached a level of sexual arousal where even the slightest touch of her pussy was extremely sensitive. And now, when she aggressively rubbed her pussy against Claudia's pussy, there was no question of any soft touches. The blonde was gasping for breath due to lack of oxygen, but she continued to move. Their wet labia rubbed against each other, and their thighs now and then made a whispering sound.

The predator's pale skin was covered in red spots, as if she were in a hot sauna. This was especially noticeable on her face. Her nose and cheekbones were bright red. The thick sweat that covered the body further emphasized this. The Jaguarundi felt an eerie tension in her head. She was too tired and her body was literally screaming because of it. But it was too late to retreat. She was about to pass out, but she was about to finish what they started. She wanted to hear the drawn-out moan of her rival. She wanted to feel Claudia's hot cum.

And she really heard the drawn-out moan of the other blonde. But this moan was not a commemoration of the Jaguarundi's victory, because immediately after that Claudia pressed her pussy as hard as possible against Lunara's. The predator involuntarily threw back her head, and stifled screams and moans poured out of her mouth. She could no longer contain it. The endless waves of pleasure that were passing through her body drove her crazy. She continued to move back and forth, forcing their crotches to touch. Her fingers massaged her rival's clitoris. Lunara had no right to back down. This sexual encounter was on a completely different level than anything that had happened to her before. She yearned to win like never before.

And then she felt it. It was very difficult to describe. Perhaps the best description of this was that she felt the lit wick inside her. She crossed the last line. And Lunara knew perfectly well what would happen in a few seconds.

The muscles in her legs began to twitch erratically. And her whole body was trembling. The American woman's eyes rolled back. These were the very moments when you already realize that. You cannot be ready for this, but you always anticipate it. Lunara had no idea what stage her rival was in. She couldn't think about it anymore. Her movements sped up involuntarily. She grabbed onto Claudia's left leg, squeezing it as hard as possible.

"Aaaaaahhhh!!!! AAAAHHHH!!! MMMM!!!" and then she couldn't contain it, a deafening moan of pleasure escaped her mouth. "MMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

A powerful and grandiose orgasm. Lunara felt it with every cell of her body. Her gaze clouded over. And her mind too. She involuntarily pressed her pussy against Claudia's pussy at this moment. The predator could not think of anything, now she was seized with pleasure. She put off this moment for too long. And now, when the end finally came, everything that she was holding back burst out of her. It literally made her stop breathing. Juices poured from her pussy, and her body was twitching. She could no longer make a sound out of herself.

Recursive waves of pleasure roamed her body. She felt it all over the place, from her heels to the top of her head. And Lunara didn't know how it ended. Maybe it didn't even matter. That was all she was capable of. Her hands relaxed and released Claudia's leg. For those moments, she completely forgot that her body was completely exhausted. But even that couldn't last forever. The body of the predator leaned back and she collapsed onto the mat. Her hazy gaze was directed towards the ceiling, her body still twitching from the residual sensation of that amazing orgasm. The blonde wanted to breathe, but she was not able to take a deep breath. Her chest slowly rose and fell, she was just trying to at least stay conscious.

Everyone experiences this at least once in their life. Something bad happened the evening before. And when you wake up in the morning, you literally pray that everything that happened yesterday was just a dream. But then, no matter how hard you try to deny it, reality takes its toll. You realize that all this was real and that it can't be changed. The mouth is filled with the taste of decay. The mind is filled with oppressive thoughts. The soul is filled with pain. And eyes are filled with tears.

Opening her eyes, Lunara was forced to accept reality. Lying on the mat, covered with her own juices and the juices of her rival, one simple truth reached the predator. She lost. After all the words and after all the actions. She lost. Her body was still trembling slightly due to the strong orgasm. The blonde still felt pleasant sensations in the area of her wet pussy.

Lunara brushed the wet strands of hair from her face, and then covered her eyes with her right forearm. Her naked body was so hot that her pale skin looked pink. The blonde wanted only one thing. Fall through the ground. She was only a few seconds short. And she hated herself for it. She hated herself for letting that arrogant bitch win. She hated herself for the fact that all her rival's words eventually turned into the truth. Until that day, she had not lost a single match. But now all these victories seemed like dust to her. Lurnara's lips curled for a moment. She was forced to take a deep breath in order to keep her cool. But then she heard Claudia's words...

These words literally grabbed her heart and squeezed it. The blonde felt a pain in her chest. It was one of the most terrifying sensations. "Just a little better." How humiliating it sounded. She desperately wanted to tell the Italian woman to shut up. She desperately wanted to say that Claudia was just lucky. But what's the point? These will be just excuses. Lunara wasn't a little girl. She was well aware that there were always a winner and a loser in a match. It's just a matter of circumstances. It all started with Claudia declaring that she was better. And it all ended with her confirming those words.

There was a lump in Lunara's throat that was very difficult to swallow. A metaphor, of course. She knew it was her pride. Her pride, which her rival turned into a stream of cum. The predator removed her hand from her eyes. She couldn't be here anymore. The blonde raised herself on her elbows, and then took a sitting position. Claudia's leg, which Lunara had been holding a few minutes ago, was lying across the predator's leg. Turquoise eyes for a moment met with the eyes of the Symbol of Love. Lunara removed Claudia's leg from her her own, placing it on the mat. Then she got to her feet.

Her body was weak. Her legs were like cotton wool. Cum mixed with sweat and now her crotch, ass and hips were covered with a viscous liquid. It was an amazing match. It was definitely a lot hotter than anything that had happened to her in the ring before. And although Lunara was sure that this was just the beginning, it was definitely not the beginning she had hoped for. Her feminine pride was lowered to the level of the floor, and perhaps even lower. Her opponent was indeed better. She managed to achieve what Lunara said she would not allow. Claudia managed to "conquer" her today in this empty arena. Lunara swallowed her saliva, swallowing the lump in her throat at the same time.

"Enjoy your victory, Claudia," she said.

With that, she turned around, took a few steps to the side and picked up her underwear. She had nothing more to say. She didn't even want to think about what was waiting for her after she left the arena. The cameras were still on. And everyone who joined the broadcast saw her defeat. If it was any other match, it would just be a defeat. But not in this case. In this case, given the circumstances...

Lunara slipped under the bottom rope, dropping her bare feet to the concrete floor. She walked slowly towards the curtains. She needed a shower. And then she need a drink. A lot of. She had never felt so broken in her life. She wasn't someone who don't know how to lose. But today was a different case. She should have won today. She should have protected her pride. She should have proved that her rival's words were just words. But she couldn't. And the only thing left for her was to head to the locker room.