The Spider's Arrival (feat. Daaharu and that new person)

Fallon waited patiently for her sparring partner to get back up onto her feet. The Californian was excited, psyched up, and more than a little bit aroused after winning that last fall with a long, belly-to-belly, chest-to-chest grind. She pawed impatiently at her own crotch, feeling how warm it was after rubbing all over Linh.

“Yeah, I donâ€t see why they need air fresheners,” Fallon replied, looking back up to Linh as the Vietnamese woman got to her feet. Fallon took a deep breath, inhaling then slowly exhaling, trying to calm herself down. If she thought with her pussy it would serve no purpose other than to distract her. “Everyone loves this smell, donâ€t they?”

When Linh started teasing, complaining about how Fallon had treated her, the brunette laughed and put her hands on her hips. “If you canâ€t keep up with me, thatâ€s your problem! Iâ€ll just use you as my little sex doll!”

"Sometimes I like smelling a room that doesn't reek of an orgy." Linh replied cheekily, standing up and stretching herself out. Her belly had red marks from just how hard Fallon had been pressing against her. She was already chastising herself for trying to sex Fallon back. Now that she thought about it, next time she'd go for a leg lock or even a choke hold. Aggressive humping wasn't her specialty. Her womanly pride had taken a blow but she was glad this wasn't an official match.

"And I'll be your personal chiropractor then." She teased, letting all the implications of the word settle in. She was panting and slouching forward, still tired from that hard rubbing. Cumming took a lot out of oneself and she couldn't seem to focus into her normal wrestling mindset. "That was a good workout. We're even now - next time those dainty legs of yours won't be so lucky."

“Well I never do! I love this smell!” Fallon loudly declared, puffing her chest out proudly and putting her hands on her hips. She inhaled deeply, then spluttered a little. She had inhaled a little too deeply, and the smell of sex really was rather pungent. She needed to just breathe normally.

Once she had stabilized her air intake, she would give Linh a long, thorough looking-over. She noted with satisfaction how the Vietnamese womanâ€s stomach was slightly reddened, rubbed raw by all the vigorous humping and grinding which Fallon had done. Linh looked generally exhausted and sexed up, which was always good to see in a woman. Fallon herself was still feeling pretty hot, her pussy sizzling after doing all of that grinding without a final release. She sort of wanted to jump on Linh and finish the job, but she refrained from doing so.

“Oh, a chiropractor?” Fallon repeated. “Thatâ€d be cool. I wouldnâ€t mind getting a massage from you! Maybe I can make you pay the penalty for losing to me in wrestling in massages.”

"You could learn a thing or two. There's more about a massage than just pancaking whoever's beneath you." She teased, fluttering her eyebrows before giggling at it. Slowly she started to hobble towards the ropes. Her body didn't feel as flexible and lithe as it did an hour ago. After cumming and being body pressed, she needed some time off. Her big debut match was coming in a few days and she didn't wan to enter it with a clear disadvatnage after all. "How often are you in the gym? I wouldn't mind some more practice~"

“Hey, I can be tender,” Fallon objected, when Linh implied that she wouldnâ€t quite be delicate enough when giving a massage. “I donâ€t just pancake whoeverâ€s beneath me. Iâ€ve had sex lots of times, with lots of girl. The only pancakes that are usually involved are the ones that I make for them the next morning!”

She watched as Linh hobbled over towards the ropes, obviously wanting to rest rather than to continue their sparring session. Fallon really couldnâ€t fault her for that. Truth be told, Fallon was starting to ache as well. Linh had really done a number on her, with her many spiderlike holds. Fallon would bounce over to the Vietnamese wrestler and slip her hands onto the womanâ€s shoulders, determined to show her that she could give a great massage. She kneaded Linhâ€s shoulders gently, then let her hands move down the other wrestlerâ€s back, kneading the flesh vigorously but not roughly.

“Iâ€m in the gym, like…pretty often,” Fallon replied. “Usually just when Iâ€m, uh, bored. Or horny. When I want to find someone to play with.” She chuckled.

Linh smiled sultry, arching her butt out towards her crotch and grinding it there. She was sexually exhausted but could still torment her newfound friend. Reaching into her bag while keeping the ass action consistent, she pulled out a phone and began to open the number pad.

"I'll be easier if we can stay in touch," The word sounded so much more suggestive with how her hips were moving, if she turned around and gently pushed away her hands, covering her mouth as she swayed away a few steps. "I'm still setting up in my new appartment and have a match coming up in a few days. I don't imagine you're free on weekends no?"

Fallon giggled and kept on massaging Linhâ€s back, even as the Vietnamese wrestler tried to distract her by rubbing her nice, round butt up against Fallonâ€s crotch. The Californian hummed, murmured, and even moaned a little bit, but she would not stop massaging Linh until the exotic beauty turned around and pushed her hands away, brandishing a mobile phone.

“Oh, you have a match? Awesome!” Fallon grinned and slapped Linh on the shoulder. “Iâ€ll definite come and cheer you on.” When Linh asked whether Fallon was available on weekends, the brunette would smirk and shrug. “Oh, well, you know, I have a lot of dates lined up for the weekend. For, like, the next couple of years or so.” That was a fib, of course. Last weekend, Fallon ate an entire carton of cookie dough ice cream in one sitting, watched ten hours of cop shows on her computer, and didnâ€t shower for four days straight. Weekends were usually a time for her to be lazy. She wouldnâ€t mind getting out of her apartment instead, though.

“Here, give me your phone!” Fallon said, grabbing Linhâ€s phone. She would stick her tongue out cutely, concentrating as she typed her information into Linhâ€s contact list.

"Noted. I'll give you a call after it's done." She smiled and slung the bag's sling across her shoulders. "Maybe next time you meet you can teach me how to work a tummy good."

Shaking her hand, the Vietnamese lady scooted off to the changing room. She hoped that her first opponent wouldn't be trying that squashing tactic on her!