The Long Grind (with daemongirl)

Two sweaty, powerful figures rolled around on a judo mat. Their hair spilled and swayed like paint in motion and the sound of the mat flattening and reinflating was at a steady constant. Legs tangled, bellies rubbed, and breasts mashed together. There seemed to be no real rhythm or rhyme for the wild rolling and grinding of the two six foot ladies but a few wrestlers were distracted by the very intimate approach to trying to pin one another down. Eventually, the green haired one was on top, seemingly by virtue of her more powerful musculature, and beneath her the violet haired spaniard undulated left and right. It didn't stop the older woman from grinding up and down, albeit with more restraint, partially because one of her legs had been caught in a squeeze by the pinned one.

Their massive breasts seemed to be fighting a small war of their own. Nearly of equal density and size, they slipped and slid over and against one another, with the humpier of the two only able to pin one down for a few seconds at most. Her attention seemed primarily focused on the grinding of their bellies. With such hard cores, the sound of tensed flesh meeting and going over one another was audible like scratching and they only seemed to get harder and harder. A minute later and the shorter haired lady was pinned, her eel-like motions stopped as the older one fully covered her, legs now brought under control. Panting hard, breasts fighting for room, the two smiled and traded a quick kiss before the bigger one rolled off.

Talking in Spanish, the two took a few gulps of water as they joked about past glories and steamy encounters. They were friends clearly, two wrestlers from the cult Aphrodite Productions wrestling group. It had been defunct for a few years now after economic troubles but many of its wrestlers were now in AFW. And it was clear they approached thngs somewhat differently from the rest. The two had been practicing for an hour but only Aniek seemed ready for more. Bertriz was clearly tired and aroused if the proturding nipples under her tight sports bra didn't already give it away. Aniek in the meantime was eyeing someone approaching them. A younger woman, probably the youngest in the room. No, a girl that was becoming a woman but wasn't one yet. Something about her seemed a little uncertain so she decided to lean back against the pillar, waiting to see what she might do.