Handcuff POW match: Origa vs Gina

There were a lot of happy people suddenly in the crowd and back home at the screens when Origa toyed around with Gina, and many fans were also made among the many haters of the former tennis ace for the amazon.

Then after what appeared to be an eternity for the dark locked beauty, she was put off the shoulders of the big girl and instead put on full display in a corner for the world to look at her fit and gorgeous body in a much different way she had expected it to be. It was a little chance to rest, although quite uncomfortable, and it also kind of dawned her that her big mouth had brought her into this precarious situation.

Groaning and huffing like a madman, she would squirm only lightly to appear totally spent and dazed by the pain. She kind of really was, but the action she intended to use on a returning Origa was simple and as good as effortless, a finger poke against the eyes of the big girl as soon as she would be in comfortable reach.

Origa smiled lightly as she heard the cheers from the crowd, happy that the audience was on her side as she decimated Gina. Aside from a few cheap tricks, Origa had been able to remain the dominant force in this match and she believed that she was just about to end it too. All she needed to do was handcuff Ginas hands and the match was hers. Along with the brat that she was allowed to take home with.

A realization that made the amazon pause as she was bending over to pick up her pair of cuffs. Turning her head slightly to look at Ginas groaning form on the turnbuckle, the amazon wondered what she should do when she takes her home. Much to the amazons embarrassment, but she’s never taken a prisoner home. Either because most matches she was in didn’t have such a stipulation, or much to her shame because those that did usually ended up with Origa going to the winners home.

Straightening back up and turning back around, cuffs in hand. Origa let ideas swim inside of her head as she marched over to the tennis star. She got her revenge in the ring, maybe she could get her revenge in the bedroom? Maybe use Gina as practice for other potential hentai matches. Such ideas swam in Origa’s head that when she reached, Ginas body and was ready to cuff her. She was totally unprepared for the he poke in her eyes that temporarily blinded her!

“Ahh! H-Hey! You little-!” she shouted.

If Gina had been able to read the mind of Origa, she would have probably just given up right there and overwhelmed the big bunny in the bedroom instead of a ring. Or maybe even as good as that, it would be if the big girl had enough sensual discipline to actually fuck and dominate her. But then her pride would have been damaged too and that was unacceptable.

”Come here!"
She let her lewd thought be heard despite being heavily banged up already. So she would try to wrap her legs around the head of the temporary blinded Origa again, letting her have a deep breath of Gina before looking to swing her body down the ropes and use the help of gravity to propel the upper body of the big girl forward so that her head would meet the top rope turnbuckle while Gina was trying to hang around her neck like a necklace.

Origa should’ve seen the dirty move coming, she really should have. It was the only form of offense that Gina could mount aside from her sensuality. But Origa had believed that the tennis brat was finished and that all that was left was locking the cuffs around her hands, clearly she had been wrong. Said cuffs were now hanging off the middle rope after the amazon had dropped them to rub her stinging eyes.

Clearing her vision from the poke gave the brat just enough time to get into position that when Origa opened them to glare at her it would already be too late. “MMMM!!” before she could react, Ginas thighs had wrapped around her head and squeezed tight, forcing her face to press against her covered sex and take in the tennis star’s scent.

That wouldn’t be the end of it though as Gina would then fall back and force the amazons head to slam against the turnbuckle before her throat caught on the top rope, choking her. Origa disoriently tried to pry at Ginas thighs for escape but the rope choking her made it hard to breath. And any air she managed to get was filled with the scent of her sex which only disoriented her further and made her hands weaker.

Of course it wasn´t fair, and the crowd also booed accordingly. Gina probably knew best that she could not defeat Origa by fair means if she had her best day and the amazon had her worst day.

She would wiggle her bottom as god as she could to rub her womanhood against the big bunny while one of her hands would try to find some stability on the edge of the mats so that she could use her free hand to roam over the lower leg of the other girl for a little teaser of what was about to come if the former tennis ace would have her way.
”,,,Ugh…"
Her position wasn´t even remotely comfortable, but she was hoping that she would weaken the big girl enough tp play with her soon. By her own rules…

The crowd boo’d at another underhanded trick from the tennis brat, but to Origa all the noise was muffled thanks to the thighs that were closed around her ears thanks in part to Ginas headscissor. A hold made more embarrassing with the way the brat would constantly grind her covered sex along the amazons face, forcing her to breath in her scent if she wanted to remain conscious.

That was already a difficult endeavor due to the fact that her throat was pressed against the top rope, choking her. Ginas weight as she hung off of Origa’s neck only added to the pressure and made every breath she took a desperate task. Her hands tried their hardest to pry away for some form of respite, maybe in hopes of taking advantage of Ginas battered state to find a weakness to exploit for freedom.

Gina wasn’t doing nothing during these struggles though. For each pry or pull the tennis brat would rub her hips on Origa’s face or squeeze tighter on the amazons head. That didn’t mention the soft rubbing of her caramel legs that drifted closer to her own covered sex, a hint of what was to come if Origa failed to escape. It would all come to a head as if Origa didn’t get free soon, then her arms would go limp and hang from the top rope while her eyes went foggy. Losing almost all strength to the brats humiliating hold.

Slowly but steadily she was able to wear the big girl down, at least it looked that way from her perspective that wasn´t so glamorous either. Finally she had to give up and just hope that she was as spend as she would expect her to be. Loosening her legs around the neck of her opponent, she would stretch her hands out on the mat to not fall down headfirst, going from n impromptu headstand into a wobbly position on her feet while her hands were resting on the mat right under the ropes while her tomato red head was spinning like crazy.

After she had taken some deep breaths, she would reach out for the ankles of the amazon and pull at them with all her power in the hope of bringing her opponent down on the mat so that she could draw her closer to herself until her legs were dangling out of the ring so that she could wrap her arms around the knees of Origa to keep her in place before she would bend down to begin to kiss her inner tights.
”…Aghn…you´re mine now, creampuff bunny!"
She declared with a still slightly spinning head but with renewed, returning confidence.

If this were a standard match, the referee would have interfered not long after Gina had sent herself hanging upside down from the ropes. Origa would have only been trapped in the hold for less than five seconds rather than however long it had been now. But the rules of this match were different and Gina could keep Origa in her grasp for as long as she wanted. Leaving the amazon helpless and in dire need of air.

Origa didn’t know how long she had been trapped, but from the way that Ginas head and face looked after she finally released her. It must’ve been a while with the redness from the blood that had rushed to the brats head. Origa herself panted when she was finally freed, though her eyes were glassy and confused. Her body felt weak and needed time to recover from the ordeal.

Time Gina wasn’t willing to give as she yanked on the amazons legs and left her bottom half hanging outside the ring. She grunted from the impact of her back hitting the canvas but that quickly turned into as gasp as she felt the tennis brats lips kiss along the inside of her dark thighs. The tennis brats proclamation made her heart skip, but as she was now the amazon was too weak to stop what she had planned.

”Serves you right for being so mean to me while I only mean good for you!"
Gina wailed, mocking the downed amazon as she thought that she had er right where she belonged, lying in front of her to b taken by the greedy former tennis ace.

”But on the other hand, now it will be me serving you something. So were good again…"
After her smug answer, she would not loose anymore time from that on and look to pull the trouser of the amazon over her delicious booty down to the knees so that she could further restrain and ensnare the sexy big bunny and free her hands so that she could shove Origa down whenever she would attempt to get her upper body up while the Brazilian was greedily licking away at her womanhood with a long, piercing tongue that was rediscovering what it had so longed for.

Origa’s mind was in disarray, foggy from the smothering/choking combo that Gina had put her through. She had barely even begun to get her wits back in order before she was yanked down to the canvas and pulled out to where her legs dangled outside the apron. Despite it all, Origa couldn’t stop the soft coo from escaping her lips as she felt the tennis brats kisses along the inside of her caramel thighs.

But that wasn’t enough for Gina, a point she made known to Origa very clearly. Her wrestling shorts were slipped off her thighs and down to her knees, trapping the amazons legs while leaving her most sensitive place bare to the brats hungry eyes. And without wasting any time, Gina dug in. Devouring the giants sex with her mouth and tongue. “Haaa! Iyahhn! N-no! Fuuu!” Origa mewled as her back arched. She instinctively tried to sit up but was easily pushed back down by Ginas arms. What would’ve been an easy endeavor turned impossible as the tennis brat used her knowledge of the amazons body against her.