Showtime at the arena! Trixie vs Terry!

"Mmmmhh...you feel that?"

Trixie knew you were fully aware of her arousal by now. You were doing a good job so far dampening the sacred gates below her waist so far. All you needed now...was just a little more goading.

"Alright, hun....go on..."

She will lean in and whisper in her your ear, hinting at her wetness and giving you a cue to what your next move should obviously be.

"I'm ready..."

The crowd roars even more intensiley than before.

Ah, so now she was ready for it but then again . .. what did he want, or rather what do I want? was his primary thought as the girl used her now overly obvious goading on him to try and lure him into her pants. He didn't know if he really wanted to go along with her little game-plan and fuck her just yet, but perhaps he could play a little game of his own with her. He breathed down her neck as he smoothly ran his hands up to her waist as he would hold her tight as he pushed his body up against her from behind, letting her feel his package.

"What now?" he asked in a cool, calm manner, breathing harder on her as he would attempt to gently walk her over to a pole as his hands would work on her pants and panties to strip her of her stifling clothing. If succesful his hands would work on his own pants to undo them as he would let his penis out, eager and ready, but he wasn't going to put it in just yet. ..

"Want it?" he asked as it would show between her legs, his hands wrapping around her legs to push them closer as he inched in more and more to close the gap, getting ready to do the deed, . .. as he pushed his penis between the tight space created by her legs as he would rub the shaft against her vaginas' base barely rubbing against it with the head as he fully closed the gap.

Noticing that you were trying to lead to a nearby turnbuckle, Trixie held her footing and refused to budge. Then, she rolled her eyes, noticing that you weren't making any moves. She took it as you were unsure of what to do.

"No, hunny-bunch, not that..."

She refers to the bulge straining in your pants. She will spin around to meet you again, face to face, then reach for your hand. If you allowed her, she will gently push your fingers past the outerlining of her underwear, and barely graze the small hairs of her nest.

"Let's keep things friendly...right? Ready?"

"My, let a boy lead" he said with a smirk as he leaned in towards her, stretching his body up to be slightly above her in height, though if she was wearing shoes that gave height, then it would be kind of different about this height problem. "I knew what you meant" he said as he leaned in and pressed his hand against the lining of her underwear as he would try to strip her of her shorts(?) and drop the shorts(?) down to the mat as he would lean in as if for a kiss, but only to look into her eyes as the slight spark in his eye would affect what he saw.

For a brief second as she looked at his eyes she might have seen his true passion as he brushed his lips against hers, his mouth on it's way to her ear as he whispered into her ear, "Or would you rather do the honors?"

Trixie allowed you to strip her of her underwear bottoms, but only slightly, enough to fall mid-thigh. As soon as the southern belle had been exposed the audiances cheers went on a whole new dangerous level of craze.
Flashing lights, looking as if they numbered somewhere in the billions, flickered amongst the crowd. For good reason too; Trixie looked healthy, pure and well shaven.

She moved her head to meet your mouth in another kiss, but then noticed you pull away from her.

"Hmm? Do what honors?"

Trixie asks with an innocent look on her face.

"Let's not beat around the bush, eh?" he said with a smile as he let his hand run across her smooth skin, feeling how well it curved and its' soft and bouncy texture which at the same time managed to feel firm in his grip as he lightly slapped her ass. "F-U-C-K Me" he said, his lips opening and closing in over-exaggerated motions meant to goad her on as he spoke it while leaning in towards her.

The crowds cameras were not what he needed, nor wanted while facing this lady though working with her was a whole lot better than fighting her for every scrap of clothing and flesh she was worth. His hand would idol on her top and tug on it in a questioning manner before once again trying to pull it off while his hand would then sweep down low to try and expose her vagina to him.

Trixie still wouldn't allow you to remove her top.

"Nu-uh, hunny...you know better than that..."

You were moving a little too fast for her tastes, but she would hate to leave you high and dry. Not when the both Trixie and Terry were so fired up.
Smileing, she will guide her hand away from her bare ass, then move it in close to her secret place, tauning you with how much heat radiated from there.
If you allowed her, she will finally slide your own fingers past her openings just slightly enough for the tips of your fingers to nuzzle against her wetness.
Trixie would hold her breath, swallow just a little, then open her eyes to look up at you.

"Should I keep goin'?"

"Again with the game" he said in a light manner, dissapointed at her rejection of his hand, but at the same time unsure of whether or not this girl was really as sharp as she might think herself to be by letting him get so easy a path to her. He wasn't all that tenative though about trying to get in her pussy because he knew that this could only end one way, and that the two of them would get something with this.


His fingers were led down to her vagina as he released his tension and let her guide his hand as he felt a warm, creamy feeling down in her area. . .

"Thaaaat's it....now...."

One of her hands will run through your hair and cup your face, giver her a better look at you. Her other hand will drive your fingers in deep. The crack in her voice and shortness in her breath would let you know that your fingers were close to her mark.
With a soft hum in her voice, her grip will tighten around your hand. This time, she would shove your fingers in deeper, sliding in past her fleshy caves, actively searching out that small nub of skin.
Her southern drawl will ooze from her lips in slow and steady whispers

"How does it feel? Soft an' wet jus' like how you imagined, don' it? Jus' like me?"

Trixie will up the speed of your hand and stare deeply into your eyes.

'I imagine it'll feel like you running a river shortly' he thought as he let his hand get guided into her vagina, a soft, wet feeling which would probably feel even better if he ever got a chance to fuck that silky smooth tunnel. . . but he had to stay focused! His hand was easily being guided by this girl as he wormed his fingers while they were still in there, making sure to give her an extra taste of what his fingers were good for, as she then used his other fingers to try and hit her clitoris on the head.

"Come on, let L-O-V-E in" he said in a somewhat sarcastic manner, his voice implying the one thing that they had seemingly been ducking this whole match, and the one thing which could make or break her.