Julia Rogers vs Domino

Julia completely lost herself in this very intimate moment. It was almost as if they weren’t even in the arena anymore. There was no crowd, no ring, no referee, at least as far as she could tell. It was just the two of them, their bodies completely melting into each other as they kissed.

She welcomed the teasing feel of his tongue as it glided over her lips, and even opened her lips a bit more, as if inviting the model’s tongue into her mouth. Julia’s heart was racing like an olympic sprinter, her entire body felt like it was on some kind of insane adrenaline rush. Her mind was so focused on the pleasure that she didn’t even notice any of the pain he had inflicted on her earlier.

When his mouth separated from hers, an almost frustrated groan escaped her lips, only to quickly be replaced with a moan of pleasure as he nibbled and bit on her neck. Julia’s eyes closed, and her head leaned aside to allow him even more room. And the luchadora’s arms lightly coiled themselves around Domino’s torso, her soft hands rubbing over his sweaty and toned body before coming to rest on his back.

It's a euphoric feeling, this sensation of controlling Julia both physically and mentally. Her heart racing against him, the feel of her lips parting to entice him into a deeper kiss, and even the sound she makes when the kiss is broken and something new is given to her - it's all very, very different to him in the ring. He's starting to lose sight of what he came there to even do. He has some notion in the back of his mind that it involved lying on her...

The young model suckles of her captured skin as her hands roam his bare upper-body, his skin slick and warm to the touch. His arms tighten around her waist instinctively, clenching her stomach to his abs a little tighter. And that's when he realizes again just how tightly he's gripping her.

'Oh. Right. Bearhug. Wrestling.'

Her neck is released again and he aims a firm, passionately forceful kiss to her lips - the sort that says he's dying to do more with her. But then he's loosening his hold on her to begin setting her up for a finisher. Hopefully her body and spirit are worn down enough to end this now. ...Then maybe they can get back to it.

Domino hooks his right arm between her legs with the left going over her shoulder to hoist her body into the air. But instead of following through with a bodyslam, the young grappler will be positioning her body against his again, his arms relocating around her waist. In the end, the luchadora may find herself pressed into him; her breasts against his abdomen, her stomach against his pectorals, her hips at his face, and her face pressed to his hips in belly-to-belly piledriver position.

But he wouldn't want to rush this finisher. He's earned this moment. She's a tough competitor, and he's proud to be taking her down. ..Plus, he wouldn't be able to resist nuzzling against her hips slowly.

Though Julia certainly wasn’t exactly a specialist in hentai matches, she also wasn’t a stranger to sensual situations. Even still, the skill Domino was displaying with his mouth and tongue were nothing short of phenomenal. His arms pulled her form even tighter against his, eliciting another groan from the blonde.

When he then pressed his lips right into hers for a passionate kiss, she moaned into his mouth while her arms moved up to wrap themselves loosely behind his neck. She was absolutely loving this, and a part of her hoped this moment wouldn’t end. But of course, it would. And unfortunately, the ending would be much more abrupt, and much more dangerous than the luchadora expected.

Julia let out a brief and sudden gasp and was brought back to reality as Domino hoisted her up and turned her upside down, each combatant with their hips right in the other’s face. The position itself was one she wouldn’t mind being in under different circumstances. However, she knew what would be coming if she didn’t escape soon. She’d watched several of Domino’s other AFW matches in preparation for today, and cringed every time she’d seen him hit his Total Eclipse finisher. That flip piledriver was deadly to say the least, and she knew she’d be finished if he hit it here.

Desperately wanting to avoid being added to list of victims that fell to this move, Julia decided to focus on where Domino’s mind seemed to be at the moment, as the male nuzzled his face against her hips. “A-Aahh...” she lightly moaned at the touch, while moving her a hand between his legs and cupping it around his manhood, before starting to give it a nice, sensual massage. Even if Domino managed to keep his thoughts focused on the match, attempting to hit his piledriver while she had this sort of hold on him could very well cause an extremely painful backfire for him. And if it kept his mind in the gutter rather than the ring, and hopefully she could force him to delay attempting any sort of offense just long enough for his injured leg to give out while he held up her weight.

Domino's ready to end the match with a showstopping crash - an ending fitting a worthy opponent. The sort of ending that says, "I want to make sure you stay down." But he's keeping her body held aloft to hype up the audience, convinced he has her dead to rights. The sound she makes when he nuzzles against her defenseless hips just reinforces that belief.

He turns slowly with her, showcasing the blonde luchadora's predicament and body to the audience in every direction. When he stops, he's finally ready to end it.

...Only he's paused.

His body sways a little upon feeling her hand beginning to massage against his stiffening shaft, his eyes drifting shut. "Mmn.." He can't piledriver her now. That could go horribly wrong. But he can't just... stand there while she works him over. That gives her too much control, right? Too much exquisite, welcome, control. With her face right there, tantalizingly close...

Domino's arms tighten around her waist. It isn't that she's bulky - she's just tall and fit, and muscle weighs more than fat. He nuzzles against her hips a little more aggressively on impulse while squeezing her belly to his chest. His heart hammers rapidly against her abs, hard enough to send a small reverberation through her frame.

Julia could feel the model’s manhood hardening in her hand. Her “strategy” - Right, that’s all it is. Just strategy. - was definitely working, as the model simply held her there rather than attempt his devastating finishing move. In fact, he seemed to be stuck, hesitating on what to do next. His only retaliation was to squeeze his arms tighter against her, and rub his face against the very thin fabric covering her womanhood, eliciting an even louder moan from Julia’s lips this time.

As much as she liked the feeling of his handsome face against her hips, however, it was going to take more than that to pull her focus away from the urgent nature of her situation. Perhaps some other time she’d be all for letting him keep his face between her legs, maybe when there wasn’t also the threat of being knocked out cold with an explosive piledriver.

Giving Domino’s crotch the treatment she had had definitely bought her time, but it didn’t seem it was going to be enough to force him to release her. So first, she decided to give distract him a bit more by wrapping her legs around his head for a standing, reverse head scissor, pulling his face down to press even more into her crotch. The contact caused a blush to form underneath Julia’s mask, but she moved right on to part two of her escape plan.

Placing her free hand on his thigh, the luchadora would then push to bring her torso back as far as possible, before swinging forward and to Domino’s right side while attempting to use her legs to throw the model’s head crashing into the nearest top turnbuckle! It was risky, but then again, high-risk maneuvers were just the kind of thing Julia thrived on most in her matches.

Domino's having a hard time thinking straight at this point. She's working him over, and he's returning the favor. It seems the setup to his strongest finisher has some unforeseen potential consequences. When her bare thighs loop his head to pull him tighter between her legs, he stops nuzzling - he can't, really, he's stuck in place between her thighs. Further, that alarm is going off in his mind that she's about to pull something on him.

His hands leave her waist to grab onto her thighs, incidentally helping her maneuver her svelte body out, then back in. The girl's powerful legs pull on him suddenly, and with an already-compromised balance due to a worn down leg, he has little means to resist her. The young model is hurtled over her, slamming the top of his head against the distant turnbuckle.

Domino finds himself dazed, his mind a blur. He's aware he's in a match again. He's worked up. He'd much rather be hugging the blonde again, feeling her pressed into him, than be left slumped in the corner. But that hit to his head sapped his strength. The young model shifts his body a little, trying to find his feet, but the motion only causes him to sink to the mat on his side with a groan.

Julia's reversal was a resounding success, both freeing her from Domino's clutches and sending him crashing into one of the turnbuckles. The luchadora got to her hands and knees, panting for a moment before noticing her foe was down and dazed not far away.

Immediately realizing this was a golden opportunity, Julia quickly moved under one of the bottom ropes and stood up on the apron, once again grabbing hold of the top rope while waiting for Domino to get back up.

"Come on, get up…" she muttered, though she was also grateful for the several seconds she'd had to rest and catch her breath. The last time she attempted a springboard maneuver hadn't gone well for her. But, this time she would do something a little different.

She waited for him to stand, but this time wouldn't wait for him to be facing her before striking. And as soon as he was up to his feet with his back facing her, Julia jumped up to the top rope before springing off of it toward the male, and then twisting through the air and whipping the heel of her boot at the back of his head and neck with her signature Pistol Whip!

Things took a terrible turn for Domino, and he needed some time to rest before he could mount any kind of defense. That hit to the head was about all his endurance could handle anymore, though. Still, he couldn't give in. He had to fight until the bell sounded off.

...If he could focus on even finding the girl.

"Ghh.."

Domino shifts onto his hands and knees, his head hanging low to the ring for a number of seconds, the tips of his bangs brushing against the mat. His knees tuck under himself, and he draws himself up to his boots with a wobble. A couple staggered paces are taken towards the center of the ring, where last he saw her, but she isn't there.

And then his world goes black.

Julia's boot whips against the back of his head, knocking him off his feet! The young model is sent crashing to the mat flat on his back in a dead sprawl, body wracked with a periodic twitch. Everyone can see it; Domino is down for the count. He's conscious, but his defenses are gone. As his mind catches back up with him, he realizes he no longer has the strength to move any more than a weak shifting against the mat.

The luchadora's boot connected with Domino's head, making a loud smack that echoed through the arena as it knocked him off his feet! Looking at him, the only evidence Julia could see that he was even conscious was that his eyes were open. But even still it was quite obvious just how big an impact her kick had.

This was it. Julia could see the finish line right in front of her. All she needed was that final push to get her there. And without wasting even another second, the blonde pulled herself up to do just that.

Quickly as she could, Julia moved to the nearest set of turnbuckles and began to climb it with her back to the sprawled out male on the mat, breathing heavy as she went. Once on the top rope, she put a hand over her wounded back while briefly glancing back to make sure Domino was still there.

Her opponent couldn't have been in better position, laying flat on his back at just the right distance. And so the high flier stood up on the top rope before leaping off with a corkscrew moonsault, the finishing maneuver Julia referred to as the Stardust Press, aiming to crash down right on top of Domino's chest and stomach!

Domino lets out a groan and has a choice to make. Inspire the blonde to pin him or force a submission out of him? Between the two options, the teen always prefers being pinned. Tapping out just feels so much more... shameful? He doesn't know. But he does know that he's given the match his best. He got distracted. He's paying for it.

With some effort, Domino rolls over onto his back as if to say there he is; pin him. His body lies sprawled on the mat for her, arms out to either side with only his right knee slightly bent. The effects of the sensual teasing they've shared can't be hidden in this position. He's ready for her in more ways than one. He gazes up at the ceiling lights as he awaits her, his toned chest and sleek abdomen rising and falling heavily with each labored breath.

And then she splashes him. "AGH!" Domino curls under her body, his limbs lifting only to drop again to the mat at either side. His legs drop flat to the mat. His body lies supine beneath her, eyes shut, mouth hung open to continue breathing. There it went; any last thoughts of mounting a defense. The most he can do is breathe under her, each hard inhale pressing his abs under hers.