Round Two

Carmen watched intently and intensely as Diana moved closer and closer to the edge. She’d seen plenty of women climax in her day, and some of them had builds close enough to Diana’s, but she had a feeling that this would still wind up being a unique experience. As it turned out, she was completely right.

Carmen pressed down on Diana as the quivering beast car, reaching her quiet climax. She couldn't help but smirk as she did it, perfectly understanding the notion - no matter what, no matter the situation, she was determined to never give up any more than she absolutely had to. Carmen admired that. In fact, she found herself able to admire a great many things about this woman.

That thought was quickly pushed aside, though, as Carmen realized her turn was quickly approaching.

She'd been getting there, working herself off on Diana’s leg, and now it was time for her payoff. Unlike her rival, she didn't hold back anything back as she gushed, letting loose with a hoarse scream that could probably be heard two buildings down in the near night. It was thunderous, rough orgasm, one that flowed down Diana’s leg as the energy drained from Carmen’s body.

She shuddered, she sighed, and then she relaxed, flopped over Diana’s body like a living blanket.

It didn't take long for Carmen to 'match' her, seemingly rubbing herself crazy on the Italians thick but firm leg. Everything about the exchange made Diana blush even more so, her hand banging the mat. Carmen had worked her, rather than the other way around, and even gotten off loudly on the Italians figure.

She'd close her eyes, frustrated and embarrassed, as Carmen turned her into an amazon style mattress. Laying a while, she'd wait for her senses to return to normal, breath flowing easier, even with the figure somewhat pressing down on her. If Carmen still hadn't moved, the Italian would force her off, hands pushing on her hips, to try and roll the 24/7 champion off her.

Carmen didn’t give any resistance when Diana pushed off, gladly flopping over without any fight whatsoever. It wasn’t just because she had no interest in fighting anymore, but because she was utterly spent. Physically. Mentally. Sexually. She couldn’t remember the last time she was so drained in nearly every aspect, and it gave her some small appreciation for what the hentai wrestlers went through. Sex like that wasn’t something she could get used to on a weekly basis, let alone in front a million people.

She went quiet for a moment as she laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for her breathing too slow. It took her a moment to find her words again, and when they finally came, there wasn’t much to them. ”That was…”

She rolled to her side, facing away from Diana. “That was something new. Um…”

Shit.

Diana was in exactly the same boat, only worse. Succumbing to Carmen in the way she just had was more mentally draining than losing to her a hundred times in a row. Her only saving grace was that there was no witness'; simply her word against Carmen's, if the 24/7 champion ever brought it up again of course. She'd sit up slowly, hands holding her thighs, panting wildly. Out of breath, more sexually than physically now, she'd wait a moment, turning her head ever so slightly. She'd spot out of the corner of her eye that her foe had turned her back from her.

Knowing full well that a physical beat down at this point would effectively mean jack-shit, Diana would stand, remaining still for a moment as she'd look down at her feet. She'd turn once more, not a word spoken, bending down and picking up her previously removed wrestling top, seeming content with exiting the ring.