Sexual workout (Belinda and Marisa)

Belinda groaned out as she felt Marisa cum right against her sex, her juices dribbling out all over Belinda's crotch.. It seemed like Belinda was going to have to have a second shower later on as the hold got messy. Belinda's breasts bobbed up and down a little as she breathed deep, keeping a little pressure on Marisa to keep her cumming now that she'd gotten her to do so in her own hold, it was such a turn on for her..

Marisa's hips spasmed a few more times as she coasted down from her climax. Panting, she smiled at Belinda.
"Quite the rush isn't it, feeling another woman's orgasm with your own pussy?" she asked with a knowing grin. "Mmm, not all the wetness down there is me. Now, it's your turn to be on the recieving end of a finishing move."

Belinda smiled, her body proped up a little with one hand on the mat while she teased the index finger of her other hand just above the point of her clit (which was still engulfed in her lips.

"Oui... tempting it is to keep you locked here for another orgasm..." She spoke seductively, still applying gentle pressure to the figure four clit lock. "But you should have your turn..." She then finally release, using her hands to gently scoot back away from Marisa and pull their dribbling hot mounds apart

Marisa got to her feet, flushed and still panting after the last climax.
"Hmm....now let's see." she said as she moved behind Belinda. "An abdominal stretch....but with one arm...like this."
One arm snaked around Bel's neck as if using a Dragon Sleeper as she stepped over the French woman's body inthe abdominal stretch position.
"Quite the game of twister...."

Belinda got up and moved her back up against Marisa's body, rubbing her butt playfully into Marisa crotch before she started to set up the abdominal stretch... Belinda felt her body twisted slightly to one side and her legs forced to part open from the position.

"nh.. oui... Thats it, you can force my thighs more apart by pulling with your leg there..." Belinda advised her, as the back of her shoulder blade rubbed up against Marisa's naked breasts and she felt the bottom of her cheek pressing up to Marisa's armpit closely.

"Oh...like this?" Marisa, forcing Bel's legs to spread open. "I can see why you like this hold. It puts all of your naughty bits out there for me to play with."
Proving to be a quick study, Marisa used the arm circling Bel's neck to squeeze some, as her other hand began to caress and squeeze Bel's right breast.
She cooed into Bel's ear.
"And you can add a little friendly squeezes here with the sleeper to make someone a little lightheaded, making arousing them a little easier." the American whispered. "Oh you are a dastardly one, thinking up a hold like this."

Marisa was a quick learner indeed, she'd probably never be able to lock the hold on with as much finest as Belinda... Just like Belinda would never be able to lock on the figure four clit lock as well as Marisa... But still, as Belinda's legs were forced to part, the blond bombshell's bust bobbed in and out deeply with a couple of sharp intakes of air.

"Oww! mm... W-well.. What did you expect from moi?" She placed her hand on Marisa's thigh to try and steady herself a bit as her body started to gain a fine sheen of sweat all over. "Don't you go trying to take the hold for yourself... The Triple S is mine."

"Oh, no worries Belinda." Marisa smiled. "Your hold still belongs to you. Although, I wonder what your reaction would be if I used it on you during a match."
Her hand drifted downwards to cup Bel's mound, her fingers stroking the lips of the French woman's pussy teasingly.
"Imagine it, my little baker. In front of the crowd, with the bright lights shining down, the crowd watching with wide eyes as the Blond Bombshell is caught in her own hold." she said, using a bit of psychological warfare, her breath lightly blowing over Bel's ear as she spoke.

Belinda groaned faintly as Marisa cupped her mound, her body tensing up in the hold for a few moments then loosening up again as she let out a warm pant right against the side of Marisa's bicep and into her armpit. She knew it would be pointless to try and close up her thighs even though her legs urged to do so in order to escape the vulnerablity her sex was left with, it was afterall the hold she had invented.

Marisa started to tease her with the thought of being trapped in her own hold in front of everyone, breathing seductively in her ear as she did... Belinda felt her breathing rate increase a bit, stiff nipples poking out uncovered.

"It'd be no different then you being caught in your figure four clit lock in front of everyone, non..?"

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