Crossing the Wire: Nidia Roja vs Barbed Wire

Nidia landed on the canvas with a thump. Her chest rising and falling as she laid there spread eagled. Her mind still trying to wade through the fog of her climax at the hands of the massive blonde that was Barbara. And she was kept in the torture rack long after the fact as well. Until she was finally dropped which led to where she was now.

And any hopes that the luchadora might’ve had of recovering quickly and getting to her feet however were unfortunately quashed. As she felt the familiar weight of Sayuri’s body settling atop her. Before she could even open an eye to glare at her, her legs were spread and locked in place in yet another grapevine. Nidia could feel the smaller girl make another attempt at her top, only this time she wasn’t able to stop it and was forced to watch as her breasts were exposed and her top tossed out of the ring.

And so the pesky top was finally gone. Sayuri smiled from ear to ear, taking a short little moment to adore the breasts of the luchadora. It had been a tough match if you factored in that it was a handicap match, and the masked girl had put up a really tough fight up to this point.

"Mh, so beautiful. Firm and soft at the same time."
She commented before descending down to kiss one of the nipples, then the other one. While she was then sucking on a nipple, she would look up to see into the masked face of the other girl to see how she was reacting in case she had to pacify her some more.

Nidia felt the rush of cold air roll across her bare chest as her top was removed. Gathering the strength to pick her head up enough to look, she was just in time to see Sayuri’s lips and hands descend onto her sensitive breasts. The feeling of which caused her head to drop back and her back to arch as the intoxicating sensations overwhelmed her exhausted body.

“H-haaaa. Fuuuuu. Mmmph” she tried to keep her mewls to a minimum, but her body refused to listen. When she finally managed to pick her head back up, her eyes connected with Sayuri’s. The leader of Barbed Wire staring right at her as she sucked on her breasts with her luscious lips.

"Finally you stopped resisting. I don´t know if I should be offended that it took Barbara to make you cum."
Sayuri mussed in amusement while she would press down the elbow joints of the other girl with her hands so that she could nibble, suckle and kiss the nipples of the bigger girl at her leisure.

Despite her mussing, the Japanese was goal oriented so she was not really offended by the firm resistance that Nidia had been putting up against her. She was pretty small and a lightweight and sometimes had to pick up what Barbara had prepared for her.

The fact is, Nidia wanted to resist. She wanted to shove this purple haired bitch off of her and show her what she can really do. And show her blonde partner that size doesn’t always matter. Yet, Nidia was forced with the unfortunate truth of the fact that she had little to no energy to do any of those things.

All she could hope to do was try and slowly regain her strength while Sayuri had her fun. Unfortunately, said fun was hard for the luchadora to ignore as the leader of barbed wire dragged her skilled tongue over every inch of the luchadora’s exposed breasts. Each time she ran across one of her nipples, Nidia couldn’t stop a heated gasp from escaping her lips.

"Oh yes, that is it. I want every drop of sweat that is on your breasts, and more."
A sly grin appeared on the face of Sayuri when she heard the lewd noises coming from the luchadora. Nidia seemed to be broken und unable to buck her off or something unfun like that. Her resistance had been absolutely awesome to behold, and even Sayuri would have been impressed by it if it was not her big goof who had to break said resistance with relative ease in a crude demeanor.

Not content to use her tongue, she would place one of her legs between the legs of her opponent to begin grinding against her.