The road to Summer Splash: Barbarian oil match!

“Hm?”
Tessa had indeed fully fallen into the trap of the Persian, but she did not even realize it initially until Safia told her that the blonde Barbarian had right stupidly fallen into the clever laid trap.

“Gaah!”
She yelled out, both in surprise and pain when the powerful legs of Safia curled around her waist, crushing her there. Indeed she was only covered by oil on her legs and arms, and now her waist got a fair share of oil.
“That was tricky.”
She admitted with a pained impression on the face. she needed to do something about this, and her idea was akin to the idea of Safia. As she was not so deeply covered in oil as Safia who was already quite oily, she would slip well. so instead of fruitlessly trying to pry strong legs open with the comparatively meek power of arms, she would attempt to slide them toward the closest edge by digging her feet deep in the mats to give them a start.

Safia enjoyed the feeling of full control she had over Tessa. She had a smug smile on her lips as she teasingly arched her back upwards, bringing her oil covered breads against Tessa's busty chest, rubbing their tits together like before only with much less friction. She didn’t care so much that she was getting oil onto Tessa's body, it was going to happen anyways. This advantage she had was momentary anyways, and Safia already took advantage as best she could.

What she didn't expect was Tessa pushing forward with her legs. Safia remained clamped on to Tessa's body stubbornly, so she slid along the mat, the oil lubricating her so she felt very little. Safia wondered what the purpose of this was, then she suddenly realize they were heading to the edge of the ring! Since the match followed Olympic rules, if they fell out of the ring Safia would have to break the hold and reset, which would be very unfortunate.

But there was little Safia could do in her situation. If she let go, she would be basically giving up the hold anyways. She could try to twist and throw Tessa onto her back, but given the way she was slipping around there was no way she could get enough of a grip to pull that off. Safia's smile disappeared as she realized what Tessa was doing.

"That's smart," Safia said as she squeezed down harder, "Push me out first so you start on top. I'll make you pay for it though!" She grit her teeth as she squeezed with all her strength, hoping to really hurt Tessa before having to break the hold!

“...Argh..”
The blonde Barbarian was making ground but had to pay dearly for it when her waist was brutalized by the sensuous but anaconda like legs of her opponent who put second gear into hger efforts as it seemed. The Persian Princess had indeed pulled a nice maneuver on her, much to her surprise and chagrin. So it was also more than a little satisfying when she heard the complimenting words of Safia.

“The best things are rarely free.”
giving them another shove as if she piloted a rowing boat, she hoped to finally push the other girl over the edge in a literal sense before she would crush her beck bones into powder!

The last big squeeze seemed to really hurt Tessa, but the powerful blonde did not stop pushing Safia towards the edge of the ring. Safia knew she still had a chance, just a moment, before her shoulder would go over the ring boundary. She didn't take it. Rather, she pulled Tessa in for a big hug, pressing their bodies together tightly and teasingly just before falling outside of the ring.

"Break!" the referee called. Safia immediately released Tessa, her legs and arms falling to either side of the blonde. She lay on her back for a moment, gathering her energy. The squeezing took a lot out of her and she needed to recover as much as she could before starting off at a disadvantage.

"That was fun," Safia said to Tessa teasingly, "I'll hold you even tighter next time." She gave Tessa a wink and stuck out her tongue, before sitting up and crawling to the center of the ring. Safia remained on her hands and knees, waiting for Tessa to take up position behind (or rather on top) of her so they could continue their match!

“Aahh.”
A gasp of relief went through Tessa when Safia finally let go of her crushing attack. This girl may be rather new but sorely not a pushover. And she was a tease too, causing Tessa to take her time in getting from her after the referee had called a break. As it seemed not a second too late for both the attacker and the attacked here

“You little beast. This will cost you.”
She complimented her opponent while getting on her knees, letting her hands slide over the body of the girl before retreating to the middle of the ring, waiting until Safia was in position too. While she had not been sure if she wanted a simple submission from her opponent or make her a sexual slave for her demands, now she knew for sure.

She would slide behind the girl and would lean her breasts heavily on the back of the Persian Princess while her hands were rather high right under the breasts of Safia. When the signal came, she would quickly move her arms to the lower tights of her opponent and attempt to slip her legs a little backward before crushing her under her toned body.

Safia let out a little moan when Tessa grabbed her from behind, noticing how the blonde's hands were right underneath her perky breasts. It made Safia think Tessa was going to grab on there as a handhold. Considering how she had taken her time to feel Safia up before getting up, it seemed the most likely thing that Tessa planned to do.

The Persian beauty could feel the heavy weight of Tessa's chest pressing tightly against her back. Her opponent was taking no chances it seemed, not giving her any space in case she slipped free. Safia wasn't particularly worried though, she knew how slippery the oil was, and knew that if she moved quickly enough nothing would be able to hold her.

"Start!" the referee shouted. Safia immediately pushed forward to try and slip her body from Tessa's grasp. That was a big mistake. She anticipated Tessa's movements completely wrong, as the blonde slid down and pulled out her knees from under her! Safia gasped and fell forwards, landing with a splash flat on her face! She couldn't recover in time to prevent Tessa from sliding on top and holding her down either. Safia stuck out her arms wide to prevent Tessa from moving her arms all the way up and locking in a sleeper, but she was pinned underneath the blonde's sexy toned body!

"Ahh merde!" Safia swore in French. She planted her palms and attempted to push upwards and twist to the side, hoping that her opponent would slip off from the oil on her back.

“Contenance s´il vous plait, Madame Safia.”
She replied with a little giggle after the other girl had gone down like a house of cards, scratching together the feeble French vocabulary which she had picked up in her time in a German high school to give her an appropriate answer. The French language led her also to the assumption that her opponent could also hail from an north African country where French was the official language.

The simplest plans were often the best, and maybe Tessa would have used a more direct approach and just grabbed the girl at her breasts and drag her backwards in a sitting position, but Safia had proven to be a really crafty foe so that she had also dug a little bit in her knowledge about levers, movement and oil. Alone the cursing of Safia was proof that she had hit the gold here. She would use the little time she had left to let her hands slide up and down on the gorgeous backside and arms of Safia who cleverly kept her arms outstretched to not get pulled in a more graspable hold.
But Tessa was not at the end with her knowledge. When Safia attempted to pull out sideward, the Blonde would wait until when she moved and then pull the move the exotic Princess had waited to be subjected too instead of getting downed by Tessa, a healthy breast squeeze as the price to slide out of her direct grip.

Tessa's bad French nearly brought out the Parisienne in Safia, who wanted to point out her incorrect word usage and poor pronounciation. However she immediately forgot all that when Tessa began rubbing and groping her back and butt. Safia's build was very distinctly little on top, lots on the bottom. Tessa had a lot of booty to work with.

Luckily Tessa had not locked in a tighter grip, otherwise Safia's escape plan might not have worked. The key was to shake Tessa off her back, which Safia was able to do. On her way down though Tessa grabbed Safia's budding breasts, giving them a nice squeeze. It brought a slightly embarrassed blush to the cheeks of the Persian maiden.

Still, Safia had met her objective. Instead of trying to get away from Tessa, Safia quickly turned to face her and pounce on her instead! She would try to bowl her opponent over before she was ready, hoping to get on top and hold Tessa down with her weight instead!

Safia was escaping her grasping hands, but that was kind of expected. At least she was rewarded with reddened cheeks, that was a very good sign that the Persian Princess was not a cold fish which would have given her a big advantage in this type of wrestling. And as silent and withdrawn Tessa sometimes was outside of the ring, she quickly could turn into a very temperamental woman when she was put together with someone like Safia.

And speaking of the French language admirer, the girl came back like a boomerang and pounced her instead!
“UAH!?.”
She cried out when she was bowled over while she was in the process of getting on her knees. She fell backward and for a moment her legs showed a perfect V before Safia landed on her.
“Ufh.”

Safia managed to finally get on top of Tessa, though she did notice that her opponent's legs were opened up in the same way hers was when she trapped Tessa earlier. Safia wasn't about to make that mistake. She slid upwards, running her body against Tessa's, until her legs were in position. She pressed her knees against the inside of Tessa's thighs to painfully spread her legs open.

It also opened up Tessa's sex for Safia to exploit. She normally would have tried to pin down Tessa's arms, but Safia wanted to feel up Tessa's pussy. She held one arm across Tessa's chest and neck to control her, while her other hand slid down and cupped Tessa's pussy. It wasn't a tight hold, but Safia was eager to get "first blood", so to speak.