Handcuff POW match: Origa vs Gina

”Oh yes, there it is, feeling number one. Sensual paralysis."
Gina whispered spitefully in the ear of the amazon while she kept on kneading the big breasts of Origa before one of her hands would try to find a way under the wrestling dress and cup the underlying breast there. Occasionally, one of her heels would dig right between the legs of her opponent and rub against her waiting womanhood there for a long second while her breasts would slowly rub over the back of the big girl.

”Too bad that I forgot my riding crop."
She admitted then with a little more glee in her voice as the pain in her body was slowly subsiding.

“Mmmm. Haaaa, n-nooo.” Origa violently shook her head, trying to refocus on getting out of Ginas clutches. She shivered as the tennis brats words passed by her ears. Words spoken with a tone that told the amazon that Gina knew exactly what position they were in. The groping and teasing of her breasts by Ginas fingers, the heels that rubbed between her legs and sparked the growing flame between them, the breasts rubbing back and forth on her back. It was all overwhelming the once dominant amazon.

“Nooo. G-get offff!” She half demanded, half moaned as her sex began to dampen and her nipples pressed against her attire.

”Pardon? I am sorry, the beating I received from a razor tooth bunny obviously made me a little bit rattled. Get me off you say? With the greatest of pleasures, my creampuff bunny… "
Smiling sweetly, Gina would pretend to be bad of hearing in this special case and deliberately misunderstood the intention of her opponent. Then her second hand would also slip under the top of he amazon and grab the hard nipple there as if it was a reign, the other hand doing likewise.

”Why don´t you ride me a little bit around the ring?"
She asked, burying one of her heels deeply into the sex of Origa for a moment before letting her a little bit off the hook there again while clicking her tongue to signal that her makeshift horse could move now.

Origa bit her lip in an attempt to silence herself, but it was getting her nowhere. The pleasure was too much and moans were leaking out regardless of her attempts at muffling them. Gina mocked her demands for her to get off the amazons back by acting as if she were temporarily deaf from the giants earlier assault. Origa wanted to wipe the smug look that was no doubt on the tennis brats face off the face of the earth. But as Gina slipped her hands underneath her corset and began to play with her nipples, the amazon realized she had far greater problems to focus on.

Like the brats order to be carried around like one would ride a horse. Origa refused to give in to such embarrassment. Instead she would try to climb back up to her feet with the help of the ring apron, doing everything she could to ignore the heel rubbing deliciously against her ever increasingly damp sex. If she made it, it would look as if Gina was a backpack of sorts. A backpack that Origa would do everything she could to shake off.

Of course Origa did not give in so easy, Gina had known her as very stubborn and hard to beat in that department, but still it did not exactly please her as was clearly visible on her face. And therefore she was not terribly surprised when the big girl managed to get up on her feet, even with the added weight whose exact number no one would ever learn of as long as the former tennis ace was alive.

”Always stubborn as an ox and ready to be further humiliated. When you could just lay down and get yourself pleasured. Poor, poor sunshine bunny."
She sighed in played pity before her hands would finally loose grip around the breasts of the big girl, with her legs following suit voluntarily so that she could try to violently kick Origa in the backside of her knee.

To be quite honest, Ginas weight wasn’t the problem. For an amazon like Origa, she weighed almost nothing for her and was more of an inconvenience. The struggle itself came from the constant flow of pleasure that the tennis brat was dishing out as Origa’s body became more sensitive to the groping of her breasts, and the heel rubbing between her legs. But through sheer strength of will, Origa managed to use the apron to climb back to her feet.

Origa didn’t know what she planned to do after that. Maybe turn around and slam Ginas back against the side of the ring? Or maybe just try to crawl back inside! Origa would never know because the weight on her back suddenly disappeared, her living backpack unlatching herself. Before Origa could wonder what her plan was, pain would Explode from her knee! “Agh!” she cried out, her body falling to her knees, her chest pressing against the apron.

Pleased at the outcome of her attempt to bring the big girl down, things had worked out like a charm and she was not lying there but was on her knees, giving the former tennis ace a nice idea for her. But first it was a little bit of playing time! She would look into the next camera, tilted her with a shrewd head and shrugged her shoulders as if she wanted to say how this is totally unnecessary and all the fault of the amazon for just not giving in.

Walking forward with all her grace and swaying hips, she would build up herself in front of Origa. ”You will love this, big bunny."
She promised smugly, legs slightly widening before she would attempt to grab the head of her opponent and shove the face of the big girl right into her sex.

It was only thanks to the apron that Origa was able to keep herself on her knees instead of falling to the ground once. She needed to turn this around and fast, if she didn’t then Gina would simply turn her into her toy again. But she was struggling to cool her body down after the tennis star expertly toyed with her most sensitive of places. She could already feel her nipples hardening underneath her corset.

Origa was about to stand back up to her feet, but before she could even start, she felt her hair being grabbed and forced to face her smug opponent. “Ah! Hey! L-let g-mmmm!” She began to say, only for her words to be cut off as Gina stuffed her head between her legs. Her face pressing up against the brats covered sex and forced to take in her scent. Origa would instantly try to push herself away, whether or not she succeeded determined on what Gina did next.

When the match started, Gina had not expected Origa would be able to put up a fight at all. Too overbearing was her experience of making her cum multiple times with as good as no resistance at all, too alluring the stunning of the amazon. So after her nasty surprise, she was full brunt out to make the big bunny pay for it.

Laughing manically while she had stuffed the head of the other girl between her legs, she would take some small steps to stay with the motion of Origa to keep her head between her legs until the amazon would fall over with Gina falling down on her knees right beside her head to transition the move she had started by stuffing her head into her womanhood into a face sit pin.

It was only thanks to the rules of the match that the two women hadn’t been counted out by the referee for being out of the ring for so long. Though that was the last thought in Origa’s mind as her head and face were stuffed between Ginas thighs, her face pressing against the tennis brats covered crotch. The amazon pressed her hands against Ginas thighs but at the moment it was nothing more than simple pawing.

Especially when the tennis star began to walk forward, forcing the giant to lean further back. Origa tried to keep herself upright, but her unsteady position and Ginas constant insistence soon had her falling flat onto her back. She was only able to get a small gasp of air as her opponent shifted her position before her world went dark once more. Her hands tried with everything they had to shove the girl off as she moaned against her crotch.