The Queen of Sexual Endurance: Ariana Moralton vs Luna Pazy

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"1.. 2... 3.." Ariana counted every stroke, her soft, angelic whispers casting a warmth to the room, as Aya thrust her strap-on into her vagina repeatedly. The redhead widened her eyes, pretending to look psychotic, bending her back and swaying her hands in random gestures, akin to a witch, or in this case, a seductress. She swung her body back in the direction of the Egyptian goddess, brushing her belly over hers, rising over Aya with a fierce, but sweet dominance. Aya couldn't stop herself from going for the kiss; the black-haired goddess sucking hard on her lips, Ariana slithering her tongue into her mouth. Aya rubbed her gold rings down Ariana's sweat-filled spine, trying to make her flinch—seeing her body fold and curve in excitement being a sight to behold. The lovers didn't even know what time it was, until they heard a bang at the door. The two quickly snapped their heads towards the entrance, hearing the faint groans of a woman.
Though Aya had stopped having sex with her hooker, the redhead squeezed her tanned breasts, despite the door slowing creaking open. Then appeared, the great, the all powerful, and precious oddity known as Uraga Helarctos. The bear-themed woman held her head, seemingly having slammed into the door, repeating her usual phrases, as if they could understand what she meant.
"Uraga.. Sweetie.. Mommy is busy right now, what's wrong?" Aya calmly comforted her personal scribe, side-eyeing Ariana, casually concerned that she'd play with her boobs, even if someone walked in.
"Kuma Kuma!" Uraga shouted cutely, pointing at Ariana.
The goddess was confused at what she meant, but Ariana realized right away that she had her first match tonight. She kissed Aya in the forehead, and thanked the bear-themed wrestler for reminding her that today was the start of her sexual awakening. She ran down the ramp, naked, with her body cast in feeble layers of cum. She climbed onto the ring post, her ass showing to the audience's amusement. The people cheered the redhead on, Ariana giggling to herself and sliding into the ring. She was hoping that her opponent would give her a good match, but she wasn't all too sure anyone could be more sexual than she was; she was an unstoppable force in hentai wrestling, and she was proud of herself enough to throw her body out there whenever she felt like it. In fact, she never even expected herself to wear clothes to her new job anyway; she was free to be the woman she was always meant to be.

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