Marisa Evans vs Buxom Bea

When Bea shouted those words, Marisa, not one to disappoint, would take two of her fingers and drive them deep into the sex of her opponent. She moved them in and out rapidly, trying to urge Bea past the point of no return and into a climax.
"That's it Bea. Cum for me. Cum!" she said into Bea's ear, her voice taking on a note of command.

Bea couldn't fight the feelings any longer as she was finger-fucked rapidly and expertly by Marisa. She was writhing and arching against Marisa, hearing the command with a little essence of longing. Memories of being dominated in that practice ring by Tasha flashed across Bea's mind, breaking the psychological barrier that was keeping Bea from unleashing the flood gates. "Yyyyessssss!" she shouted as those juices erupted from her womanhood and covered Marisa's hand, while wetting the mat in the process.

Marisa smiled as she felt Bea's sex flood with it's juices.
"Good girl.." she cooed encouragingly, sliding her fingers out of the buxom beauty's sex, giving her clit a parting rub as she did.
She then rolled her body on top of Bea's on luscious form, straddling her belly while facing towards her feet. Reaching under one of Bea's legs she pulled it up, securing a pinning position. With a toss of her hair, she looked at the ref who hurried to position.
The ref girl's hand rose then hit the mat, as she called "One!"

Bea was panting as her sex juices ran out of her. Her chest was pounding, rising and falling as she breathed more relaxing breaths. As Marisa's fingers slipped out of the buxom one's womanhood, Bea couldn't help but jump a bit from the parting rub. Bea was not fighting Marisa as she maneuvered herself into a more dominant pinning position as her leg was raised upwards.

However, once that ref girl's hand hit the mat, followed by the "One!" count, Bea snapped out of her daze of ecstasy. They were in a pinning match! She had totally forgotten about it! She was still weak from her orgasm, but that didn't mean she couldn't struggle. The ref's hand came down for the second count. "Two!" Bea bucked her waist, tried raising her head up, squirmed and kicked with her free foot, anything that would get her shoulder off the mat before that third count.

Marisa gave a bemused smile as Bea got her shoulder up off the mat. She expected it of course, Bea didn't seem like one to be subdued after one orgasm. Still it wouldn't hurt Marisa's reputation as an erotic wrestler to have scored a quick victory.
Getting up, she nodded to the ref as she reached down to grasp at Bea's head and arm and try and pull the endowed woman back to her feet. If Marisa got her up without incident, she would whip Bea towards the nearest corner...

Bea was now physically exhausted after being expertly made to orgasm by the platinum blonde, but mentally she was still ready to fight. She could not fight the erotic expert as she raised the Buxom one by her head and arm. However, as she felt herself being ready to be whipped, whether it was to the ropes or the corner, Bea's reflexes caused her to try to grab at Marisa's direction to try and at least slow or stop her progress towards Marisa's target. Would the weakened bombshell be successful as her fingers reached out for hope?

A smile crossed Marisa's face as she got ready to sling Bea towards the nearest corner. But then the busty woman recovered enough to grasp a hold of the model's arm and halt her progress. The result would send Marisa staggering a step towards Bea, off balance and somewhat bewildered.
If Bea didn't capitalize, then when Marisa recovered she would try to pull her opponent towards her while trying to lash out with a clothesline across the Buxom One's chest.

Bea tried gaining her footing as she stopped her momentum, only to feel Marisa fall towards her, giving the buxom blonde an idea. Trying to wrap her arms around Marisa's model body, Bea would try an impromptu one-handed bear hug, while her other hand reached for a handful of Marisa's ass.

Bea's plan was to hug their breasts together once more with her one hand and bring her thigh to Marisa's womahood with the other while swinging their bodies around. Bea didn't know how far Marisa had managed to swing her towards the turnbuckle, but she was determined to either lean Marisa up against the corner, or have the dominant position on the mat this time.

The off balance model let out a grunt as she was swung into the corner, pinned between it and Bea's lush body.
Once there, she gave a light gasp as Bea's smooth thigh began to press and rub into her mound, which lay bare under the silk folds of the skirt she was wearing.
"Unnh..." she breathed, trying to get one arm free to wrap around Bea's head. She was looking to pull the Buxom One's face into her own cleavage, attempting a breast smother of sorts to try and slow down the blonde.

Bea was starting to truly feel confident for the first time since being pinned under Marisa that she was going to take the lead in this match. All she needed was to elevate from the simple rubbing to-"Whaaaa!" the Buxom One shouted as she felt her head being pulled downwards and into the platinum blonde's cleavage, causing her to lose all advantage she had of pressing the girl in the corner. Her arms were flailing and grabbing randomly at Marisa as she struggled to deal with this new predicament.