Re: Working out the ring rust (Open Thread)

by valen311 Tue Aug 11, 2009 4:58 pm

"Maybe you truly are royalty princess. Your moans are exquisite." Marisa cooed into Marie's ear.
Deft fingers stirred and thrust inside Marie's sex as Marisa kissed the exposed side of the French woman's neck, with such skill that a normal woman's body would've 'submitted' already. But the French woman was no 'normal' woman. Marisa had to admit, after being away from the AFW for so long, it was nice to meet someone who could endure the erotic 'punishment' she could dish out.

by Psychopatrick88 Tue Aug 11, 2009 5:12 pm

Marie grunted and groaned as Marisa continued to work her over, and felt Marisa kissing at her neck. "D... don't.." She started to protest, but it wasn't as demanding as before. She was slowly getting worked up, and had barely touched her opponent in return. She even still had her towel on!

by valen311 Tue Aug 11, 2009 6:19 pm

Marisa smiled.
"Don't?" she echoed Marie's protest. "I'm confused. you say stop, but all I see is your body saying 'yes'"
Deciding to take a chance, Marisa released Marie's neck for a moment, while trying to wrap her legs around the French woman's waist from behind, looking to go into a waist scissors hold. If it works, one hand will return to touching and caressing Marie's sex, the other will latch onto her left breast, squeezing the orb before moving it in circles.

by Psychopatrick88 Tue Aug 11, 2009 6:25 pm

"Ngh!" She grunts as her waist started to get squeezed, but she reaches out for Marisa's wrists, trying to catch them both and keep them from touching her body. She wasn't done fighting just yet...

by valen311 Tue Aug 11, 2009 6:26 pm

"Ugh..." Marisa grunted as Marie caught her wrists.
She tried squeezing with her legs, looking to disrupt the French woman's game plan.

by Psychopatrick88 Tue Aug 11, 2009 6:34 pm

Marie cringed at the bodyscissors, but she still held on to her wrists, and tried to roll herself onto her knees, and would try to summon her strength to lift Marisa up from the mat and throw her body backwards to slam Marisa's back into the mat.

by valen311 Tue Aug 11, 2009 6:38 pm

Marisa gasped as Marie rose to her feet, then fell back, squashing the former model in between the mat and herself. Gasping, she released her legs from around Marie's waist.

by Psychopatrick88 Tue Aug 11, 2009 6:41 pm

Marie rolled away from with with a gasp, and started to cool down. She then glared down at Marisa, and tried to strip her towel from Marisa's body and smirked a little, trying to use her own towel to try and tie Marisa's ankles together. If successful, she would try to roll Marisa over to tie her wrists behind her with Marisa's towel.

by valen311 Tue Aug 11, 2009 6:46 pm

Marisa felt her towel stripped away, her body bare now. Marie managed to get her ankles tied together, but when she came to tie Marisa's arms the American started to struggle, lashing out at the French woman with a few punches.

by Psychopatrick88 Tue Aug 11, 2009 6:51 pm

Marie grunted as she took the punches, and had a better idea instead. She started to get up, and tried to kick Marisa over and pin her foot down on her back. If successful, Marie would take Marisa's own towel and wrap it up before whipping it at Marisa's rear again and again!

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