Kirin Sumomo vs Merith

Kirin let out a playful gasp. "Good girl!" she chimed, releasing the legs long enough to give a small applause. "We're learning! Give before you're beat. You know, I saw a girl get her leg broken before she submitted. Never wrestled again, I tell you. How'd you have liked that situation, hm? What if I'd have been a crueler girl than I am?"

She hadn't, however, stopped her grinding, though she'd slowed it a bit. "I'm going to respect for that, though. And I know you're quite... riled up right now. So I'll leave it up to you. I can let you go and we keep wrestling with you all in a sexy tizzy, or I can finish you up down there, I give you a quick rest, and then we go on with the match. Your choice, red."

Merith wanted to keep wrestling and get as far away from the situation she was in as quickly as possible, but she had been so worked over and so turned on that she almost couldn't bring herself to move. Merith blushed deeply, she had submitted for the first time to escape this... but something was keeping her in, wanting Kirin to finish her off. While the Amazon hesitated, it may have seemed to Kirin like Merith did want more. As the huffing Amazon stired some, it ground her gently against Kirin's sex, extracting another moan from the weak Amazon. "Ohhh..." and as she moved more, her grinding got a little harder...

Kirin nodded slightly, her smile soft and humorless. "Atta girl," she said gently, angling her grinding to brush their clits together. "Let the pressure out. Clear your head a little and cool off. Won't cost you a thing."

She'd take hold of one of Merith's legs and use it to pull their crotches tighter together, making Merith feel her every thrust and retreat and folding of her lips. Her face would start to fill with redness as her upper body bounced with each pump, chubby arms, stomach, and bosom heaving in her fluid, experienced motions. She'd leave the hold itself rather loose, aiming just to please Merith for the time being.

Merith gasped softly and then yelped in a moan. Clearly she was close by this point and it wouldn't be long now until her body submitted and Merith was brought to climax. Kirin thrusted the more built girl again and then again and Merith was at the end of her rope as she clawed at the mat, her breathing deep and rapid. Finally, Merith couldn't resist any longer and cried out as her body flooded with pleasure and could barely move save for the slight tense trembling as her passion fluids left her body. She grit her teeth and rode the wave until it began to slowly let her down, her fluids spirting onto her opponent's sex as they gently pressed and ground against each other. Merith let out a deep, long exhale and went limp on the mat, completely drained now and at Kirin's mercy...

Kirin's own breath became strong and steady, keeping pace with the thrusts until Merith's juices signaled her essential submission. Kirin shuddered, but managed to keep her womanhood under control. For now. She had more experience at it than Merith did, between her age, marriage, and fights with friends and lovers turned frisky.

She patted Merith's thigh with some affection, sitting up with a relaxing deep breath. "Nothing wrong with bending once in a while," she said consolingly. "Better to bend than break."

She knelt by Merith, leaning her upper body against her, resting her big breasts on top of Merith's own impressive melons. "Competitive as you are, don't suppose you'd appreciate it if I offered a rest... but you know what fall comes next, right?" She'd be willing to rest a few moments between falls, but would also immensely respect it if Merith wished to go on right away.

Merith groaned as the warm tits of her foe blanketed her own. The freckled Amazon turned her gaze slowly to her opponent's face, her breathing making her chest push into and then retreat from Kirin's heavy bust. Even with a rest, Merith knew she didn't have enough left to beat Kirin anymore. The first fall with the added orgasm had taken everything she had and she had already submitted twice, there wouldn't be much fight in prolonging her loss. "Just finish it..." Merith said softly, willing to accept whatever Kirin was planning to do for the finall KO fall....

“Certainly, dear,” Kirin would say quietly, shifting herself up and planting her hefty ass back on Merithâ€s face. Sheâ€d wriggle a bit, cheeks wobbling slightly before she settled them around Merithâ€s nose, resting her hands on her knees and gently sighing as the powerful woman beneath her added to her arousal from the tribbing. She knew her ass was more efficient, but her lightly dripping sex made her consider a front face sit instead.

Merith closed her eyes and Kirin shifted and placed herself on Merith's face. The taller brawnier wrestler shifted slightly, unable to breathe. She began to move more and more as the lack of hair forced Merith's body into a building panic, but the musclegirl was very weak so any motions wouldn't have knocked Sumomo from her perch. Merith's legs and arms trembled as the seconds stockpiled and finally her body slowly relaxed as the Amazon was robbed of her consciousness. Merith had been completely dominated by her MILF opponent, unable to score even once against her...

Kirin felt the struggles end, lifting Merith's arm only once to check. The girl was determined and a bit vicious at times, but she didn't seem like a trickster.

She removed her hefty ass from her face, attempting to lift Merith up. She was still surprised at how heavy the girl was, meaning to wake her up by leaving her in the shower. Throwing and grabbing was one thing, but Kirin wasn't all muscle, after all. She had to wave down a ref girl to give her a hand (apparently they were quite familiar with these situations) and helped her into the locker room showers.

"Are you sure you don't want her in the med wing?" the pink-haired assistant asked.
Kirin shook her head and leaned Merith against a wall as best she could. "No... she'll be alright. Just a little sore, in more ways than one." She'd pat Merith on the cheek and give her a maternally soft kiss on the lips before turning the shower to a warm temperature and walking away from the sweaty muscle girl to get changed, doubting she'd be interested in following her.