Handcuff POW match: Origa vs Gina

Gina had expected Origa to ty to sit up at least, and not only had she anticipated it, she had waited for it so that the amazon could catch a glimpse of how she was served but powerless to stop it because of her being just a sensual conquest for the greedy mouth of the former tennis ace.

”Mhm, you´re so delicious creampuff bunny."
She groaned herself while her butt was excitingly moving from left to right from the sight that was presented to her. Groping and roughly kneading the voluptuous breasts of the other girl to both punish and pacify her at the same time, the Brazilian was enjoying every moment and move of Origa which made her all the more desirable.

Origa’s once mighty frame was easily pressed back down onto the canvas by the tennis brats hands. Hands that wasted little time in moving to the amazons dark breasts and grabbing a handful of each in a mighty grope! The feeling of her breasts being played with along with the mind numbing sensations of Ginas tongue exploring every inch of her sex had turned the once dominant amazon, into a moaning, mewling mess.

The audience too began to change their tune as the match shifted to a more slow but lewd tone. The boo’s that they showered Gina with earlier were slowly turning into cheers as the brat ate out of the caramel amazon like a pro. The cheers were especially loud behind Gina as the brat swayed her rear side to side in front of the lucky goers at the front row. As more time passed and Gina continued to devour her, Origa’s moans would reach a higher pitch and her hips would begin to buck. A telltale sign of her reaching the edge.

Gina had seen enough of Origa to know when she was about to cum, and judging her moves and voice, she wasn´t far from reaching an orgasm again. So far, so good. The Brazilian thought about drawing it out, denying it for the pure sheer denial of the body of the sexy amazon and the pain she had subjected her too while she only had wanted to win the big creampuff bunny for some time to pleasure her more! That thought made her a little bit wilder so she would playfully bite into the tights of her downed opponent once in a while.

But if had such a wonderful body as Origa, you were someone Gina could not be angry with for long. Devouring her like a delicious meal was her goal after all, so she made quite a happy face when as she kept on working the amazon over, kneading, groping and eating her out mercilessly until she would cum for her..

With each lash of her tongue, with each grope of her hands, Origa’s body became hotter and her mind grew weaker. Her brain screamed to resist and escape before the brat took her completely, but her body refused to listen. It loved the way Gina played her caramel form like an instrument, and Origa’s moans was the music. The tennis brat knew exactly where to kiss, where to lick, where to press her hands to turn the amazons once powerful body into a puddle.

Soon enough Origa began to reach her limit, her voice rising higher in pitch and her hips began to buck. Gina knew these signs immediately and if anything only became more aggressive in her stimulations. It was too much for Origa to take and her toes curled as climax broke! “Iyaahhhhhnnnn!! Huuuu!!” she screamed as her hips shot up! Her juices streaming down her thighs and her eyes rolling up into her head. When if finished, Origa sagged against the mat, her legs hanging limply off the apron. Her hips twitching and bucking.

There she was again, all the way up to Space Mountain to stay in a wrestling context.
”Whoah, careful! I may hit my head on the bottom rope when you are so wildly bucking up."
The pain of herself getting rag dolled through the air and thrown against various obstacles was as far away as the moon was away from a Gina who had lots of fun when she finally overwhelmed her opponent with the strongest muscle in her arsenal against the amazon, her tongue.

Arming herself with the handcuffs before rolling slowly in the ring after her deed was done, she stepped over the head of Origa so that the big girl could see her panties under her tennis skirt before she would look to drag her at the wrists into the middle of the ring and turn her on the front to put her into the boobs grabbing variant of the camel clutch. She wasn´t done here with the big girl just yet!

Origa’s orgasm ripped through her like a hurricane, and when it ended her body looked as though it melted against the canvas. Her legs hanging limply over the apron and her hips bucked from the afterglow and Ginas tongue as she cleaned her of her juices. Origa herself could do nothing but pant as her jelly like limbs refused her commands, too drained of strength and in need of time to recuperate.

Unfortunately for the amazon, she would have no such time as she heard the brat crawl back into the ring and stand over her head. Her panties were clear to see underneath the brats skirt and that was probably Ginas intention as she took hold of the amazons wrists and dragged her back to the center of the ring. Once there she was flipped over and her arms were hooked over the brats thighs. To finish off, Gina took hold of both of Origa’s breasts and pulled back, forcing the amazon into a breast camel clutch.

”Haaaann! Nnmmm!”

”Funny how the correct hold would probably not affect you that much."
Commented the brightly smiling Gina when her fingers dug deep into the firm breasts of Origa, twisting her nipples at her leisure in the process while spreading her hands as much as possible to grip as much as possible of the big orbs of the big girl.

”You know what I thought off, Bunny-chan? When I will take you home, I will let you wear a set of jewelry, sunshine or bunny ears that remind me of how much I like to play with you."
And of course high heels to highlight the figure of the amazon, but that was so mandatory in her mind that she did not even name it.

Origa tried to chew on her lip and silence her moan, but she couldn’t stop a few from leaking out as Gina kept her upper body up by her breasts. Her fingers pulling and twisting on her nipples and squeezing down on her breasts, driving the amazon crazy with pleasure. The worst part was that there was nothing Origa could do, she was still weak from her explosive climax and her arms struggled to get off of Ginas thighs.

“Haaa, mm mmmm! N-no! Stop-stop saying those th-things!” Origa moaned out as Gina continued to talk in her ear, telling the amazon of all the ways that she planned to dress her up when she won. Origa’s mind refused to allow that to happen and shouted for escape. But her body refused to listen, distracted by a totally different call as Ginas fingers left bright red lines on her breasts.

Gina giggled after Origa complained that she should stop saying stuff like how she would dress her up.
”Make me."
She replied before giving both breasts a hard squeeze before patting them as an apology.

After she felt that she had played enough with the gorgeous Amazons probably most visible best assets, she would drop her on the floor all of a sudden before she was trying to cuff her hands on the back. She had shared enough of the big bunny with the audience. Except for the big finale of course! Grinning maliciously, she would in case of success try to turn the big girl on her back before she would try to grab the other girl around her butt and then up so that only her shoulders were still on the mat and her sex was in the air as if she was in a shoulder stand so that Gina could step between her legs and scissor her from above while she was holding her at the ankles to avoid her from escaping or falling over.

Origa let out a high moan as Gina whispered her response hotly into her ear, squeezing onto her breasts as she did so. The amazon coo’d as afterwards the tennis brat released them and instead began to pat them gently as some form of apology. Her chest was sensitive and her back ached from her position in this camel breast clutch, but she was too weak to escape it. Her arms hanging limply from Ginas thighs.

Finally however, the tennis brat released her hold on Origa’s chest and unhooked the amazons arms. Origa flopped onto the canvas with a thud, her arms spread to the side and her cheek pressing against the mat panting. When she felt her arms getting grabbed and placed behind her back, the giant did nothing. To drained from the sensual holds to do so. But then she heard the clicking of the handcuffs on one of her hands and her brain kickstarted.

”N-no!” she shouted, her arm not yet cuffed shooting out to try and shove Gina away before trying to crawl away herself to escape. The handcuff on her wrist dragging along the canvas.