Bad Moods And Sour Meetings

Amelie once again noticed the girls sudden shift to a more docile nature, which only increased her thrusting more so. Rubbing with a speed and firmness that created a hot friction between the two of them, Amelie only smirked now, as she tried to press the girl into outright bliss; her leg against the girls crotch as firmly as could be.

Cyrena would notice the smirk on the green haired woman's face as she feels that the French woman had picked up the speed as their thighs would rub against the other's crotch. The Cypriot would try to lean forward and kiss the other wrestler as she would try to up the ante by moving her thigh even faster against's the French woman's crotch.

Soon enough, Amelie began to moan, fairly loudly infact, as her lips were locked with the girls own. She'd give as good as she got; her tongue fighting with the girls for control, as she sensed a few more moments in a pressing posture like this would leave her in a fairly heated predicament. She'd continue of course, without so much as a thought about the implications of walking round in those jeans and panties.

Cyrena would smirk at hearing the green haired woman moan loudly just before their lips would meet as she thought this was a sign she was in control. Still only seconds into the tongue fighting it became clear that the French woman's tongue was beating her own before another predicament became clear to the Cypriot.

If things keeps going she was going to have to walk around with the signs of her scuffle with the other wrestler clear for everyone to see. And while Cyrena would not mind if she won she was more scared of having to walk around if she had lost.

Her foe once more seeming placid, her tongue now controlling the conflict in their mouths, Amelie simply closed her eyes as she neared climax. She simply hoped the girl beneath her would explode first, simply so that she would have something to brag about when the steamy grinding had finally come to a close; Amelie's cheeks and forehead already showing the faintest signs of sweat, from the constant pressing of figures.

Cyrena was trying her best to resist the orgasm that was building inside her as she was losing the battle of tongues that was happening in their mouths.Still the fact that the brunette was trapped beneath the French woman made it difficult for her to attempt to take control as she grinding was making it difficult to focus as she did not notice her opponent was as close as she was as she would attempt push the older woman off her to avoid cumming first.

Inside, Amelie was becoming frustrated. Everything she did to the girl was either completely rebuffed suddenly, or not reacted to at all. Forced from her, she'd push to her knees, wiping a bit of sweat from herself.

Cyrena was both feeling frustrated and relieved as the young woman knew that had she already forced an orgasm out of the French woman she could have had one herself and enjoy it. Unfortunately that was not the case so the Cypriot was relieved to have not cum before the green haired woman did as she tried to get some distance between themselves while panting heavily.

Amelie stood straight, brushing herself off. Again, the girl simply glared at her. With a frown to her face, she'd latch her hand to the door handle, seemingly looking to slowly exit, given the girl didn't seem much interested in her.

Cyrena was panting as she looked at the green haired woman and to her surprise saw her walk away causing the brunette to smirk. ''Hey Frenchie if you can't handle defeat you can just tell me as it no shame to run away if I was about to force you to cum''replied the Cypriot in an arrogant tone as if the other wrestler had not bin in control for most of their match,