Zulime Lafitte vs. Saif - Closer To God

That was the danger of pleasure, wasn’t it? A lure, bait that could cloud the mind and draw you away from so many things. Make you forget what you were doing, what you should care about, and blind you to even the dangers in front of your own face.

It could be a weakness, one that she had long since learned to subvert. A shame that Zulime could not say the same. One of many things they could work on.

As her foe reeled from the blow, Saif rose to her feet, standing tall over the Riverboat Queen, at least for the moment. She observed her, dispassionate and unmoving, before she spurred into action. She took a step back, then raised her leg up in a full extension, stretching it high above her head, a perfect split and a testament to her flexibility.

Saif held it there for only a second before she fell forward and brought that leg crashing down on Zulime’s back like a headsman’s axe, slicing at her spine.

Zulime was on her hands and knees. It was not a good place to be in the best of times, especially for a lady of her stature. And now, with an incredibly deadly foe lurking above her, that was nothing short of deadly. The Riverboat Queen tried to ignore the growing pain in her nose, but there was simply no way that she could just power through. She groaned in pain as more blood dripped from her nose to her hand.

But in one swoop, she no longer worried about the pain in her nose. Somethign that felt like a meteor crashing down from the heavens slammed into her back, and flattened the Riverboat Queen onto her front. Her massive breasts mushroomed against the white canvas of the mat. Zulime had been on her hands and knees a second ago, and now she was lying with her face to the canvas. She didn't know which position was worse.

It was a beautiful thing, in Saif’s mind. She looked over her foe’s crushed form, saw her splayed out on the canvas. At peace. At rest. Utterly floored by the assault. It was more than even she could’ve expected at such an early stage of the match, but she was more than willing to accept it. For the moment, she had a blank canvas to work with, and she had such ideas of what to do with it.

Stepping over Zulime’s body, she reached down and slipped her hand under the woman’s waist, until she fond the knot that tied her sash together. A few deft moves were enough to untie it, and from there she whipped the garment off and tossed it aside for the moment. No distractions. No obstacles.

Saif came to sit on her foe’s back, settling in with her full weight, small as she was. Reaching out, she slipped her hand back between the Cajun’s leg, letting her sly fingers work their way under the garment, her curious fingers finding the ready flesh underneath.

A stroke. Another. Sly and slow to start, while she looked over her shoulder and bore a calm smile. Her hips began to rock back and forth, starting a slow grind along Zulime’s broad back.

Warming up.