Tiffany Laurence vs Kim Rhee: This Is Your First Time...?

The blond found herself on the recieving end of a hard elbow as Kim suddenly jerked forward, wrenching her arm away from Tiffany and escaping the abdominal stretch!

"Urgh...dammit!" the Texan swore as Kim neatly slipped away after the strike.

The larger woman reeled back a few steps, shaking her head to clear it. The shot to the face rattled her, but Tiffany had taken hard shots before. She felt like she had to press her advantage, and stay on top of the Asian girl. So instead of taking the time to fully shake off the effects of the blow, the cowgirl surged forward again. Kicking out with her left leg, Tiffany looked to score a hard hit into a hopefully offguard Kim's face!

That move was a bit of a gambit on Kim’s part, but if there was one thing that she’d learned in her time with the BWL, it was that the best way to win was to take a risk. Being timid or hesitant was not something that paid off often in her line of work.

Kim was free now, though, and all she had to do was follow up with something fast before her opponent could recover-

She turned around just in time to see a boot heading towards her face. She’d been banking on Tiffany being stunned for a few seconds, but it seemed she was wrong on that front. Painfully wrong.

The boot would’ve knocked Kim out of her shoes if she’d been wearing any in the first place, sending her down hard to the mat with an unceremonious crash. There she laid, too, groaning and moaning, rolling from side to side, as stars danced across her vision.

Inwardly, Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief as she connected with the big boot. Kim was a hard woman to pin down, both figuratively and literally. Often times in this match chasing her down had put Tiffany through a mix of pleasure and pain that was wearing the cowgirl down. Definitely the tactics of someone who was used to matches like this. Just who in the hell was this woman?

"I've got something for you, darlin'..." Tiff gasped as she stalked the fallen Korean.

Seizing a hold of one of Kim's legs, Tiffany tried to use it to leverage Kim over so she'd be lying on her front. Still holding onto the limb, she bent it while leaning way back, forcing most of Kim's weight onto her chest and the knee of the Asian's other leg in an elevated single leg boston crab.

With a smile, she licked her lips at the sight of Kim's womanhood, left vulnerable. Her free hand ran it's fingers over the lips of her sex, before sliding two of them into her depths. The Texan began thrusting her fingers in and out, while torquing back on the held leg as she tried to lock in the hold. If successful, Kim would feel those fingers sliding deep into her sex, the angle of the elevated position letting Tiffany's digits get maximum penetration. But also, the Korean would feel pressure building in her spine as she was bent backwards, experiencing Tiffany's hentai finishing hold, The Filly Tamer!

As AFW debuts went, Kim felt like she'd had a fairly good showing, far better than many newly minted wrestlerettes could claim. The locker rooms were filled with empty cabinets, belonging to women who'd come and had a terrible first match and wound up leaving shortly after. Kim wouldn't be like them.

But she wouldn't be claiming victory, either. Not this time. She realized that as soon as Tiffany flipped her over and went for the boston crab, but the little addition she made to it hammered home the point.

Kim gasped, twice - once for the extreme pain, then for the extreme pleasure, as Tiffany’s probing fingers worked her sex. One of the biggest disadvantages to her sexual style was the way it worked her into a frenzy as much as it did her opponent. As such, Tiffany wouldn’t have much work to do for the climax - Kim was already wet, and getting wetter by the second, with the thunderous end only a few moments away. Until then, as she could do was squirm and squeal, raking her nails against the mat as her body swarmed with wild sensations.

Tiffany licked her lios as she watched the Korean squirm. Her gasps and squeals sounded downright sensual. She ground her hips against Kim, rubbing her pussy down onto the firm cheek of her ass.

"Alright, Kimmie-kins!" Tiffany called out. "How are you feeling down there?"

She curled her fingers inside Kim's sex, stroking the inner walls of Asian's womanhood.
"Are you going to cum first?" she went on.

She then cranked back on Kim's leg.
"Or will you tap out?"

Then she began moving the fingers inside Kim's sex faster, rapidly fingering her pussy while leaning and stretching the leg and putting more pressure on her foe's back.

"Or....will you do both at the same time?" Tiffany said in a low breathy tone, her voice tinged with arousal.

Tiffany posed an interesting question, actually. Which would overtake Kim first? The pain or the pleasure?

The pain was bad, there was no doubt there. It would’ve been worse if she wasn’t as flexible as she was, so there was that, but even a body like hers could only bend so far, and Tiffany seemed intent on testing those limits. She was pouring on the pressure hard, and even second seemed to bring a new muscle being stretched or a bone starting to give way. It was agony, and growing agony at that.

But those fingers were amazing, too. Kim had been standing at the edge before, and now she was just barely hanging on by a few week fingers, so close to falling. Her entire body was tight now, like a load spring, ready to burst at the slightest tweak.

So hot.

So tight.

So bad.

So good.

If Kim held out, it was because of the fear that Tiffany might not get her all the way to an orgasm if she tapped. As it turned out, she didn’t have to wait long, anyway. She came and came hard, gushing out over the Texan’s fingers and spilling out onto the mat. At the same time, she tapped hard on the canvas, looking to free her leg the only way she could at this point.

Not good. Not the way she wanted to start her debut. But not that bad, either.

When Kim tapped out, Tiffany released the Asian's leg, giving her lower back respite from the Filly Tamer's

Panting in a mixture of both exertion and heavy arousal, Tiffany would roll Kim onto her back. Normally aftdr a match, the Texan would have a few friendly words before heading to the back. Unless her opponent was someone she loathed, at which point she would just leave the ring. Even after an erotically charged match like this, Tiff usually stopped the action at the sound of the bell, content to relive any leftover sexual tension in the relative privacy of the shower. But, Kim's sexual expertise had taken its toll on the bigger wrestler, and she hadn't gotten a release of her own. The crowd gasped as Tiffany rolled Kim onto her back then quickly moved to straddle her face, knees on either side of the Asian's head. Those lips, and the tongue behind them had teased at their nimbleness and ability throughout the match and now....she needed them against her sex.

Despite how aggressive the move looked, Tiffany was braced so that she actually wasn't fully sitting on Kim's face, and although her wet sex was close to her lips, it wasn't pressed up on them.

"You've got me so hot....I need more....!" Tiff said softly her southern drawl heavy with lust and want. "Please...make me cum!"

Well, there went the bell. It was over. Strangely enough, Kim didn’t feel all that bad about her debut loss, not nearly as much as she would’ve expected.

Maybe because she came here to have fun, after all, and she certainly did just that. Tiffany was a great, respectable opponent, they’d fought well, and if she had any doubts about the AFW being the place for her, they were now totally erased.

Or, it could’ve been the fact that she’d just had an awesome, spine-tingling orgasm, one that rivaled some of the best she’d ever taken, even in her raunchiest BWL matches.

Either way, she was well and truly satisfied, but as Tiffany pointed out, she hadn’t returned the  favor. While she could’ve left the Texan on the edge, and might very well have done so if she’d deserved that sort of thing, her opponent had been nothing but pleasant. No harm in evening the scale. ”Since you asked so nicely…”

Tiffany asked and Tiffany received, as Kim lifted her head and went back to work. She ran her tongue along the length of the blond’s pussy, then back down, then up again before pressing in with her lips for a hot, wet kiss, suckling at the heated flesh and savouring the taste.

As Kim's tongue began to lick up and down the lips of her sex, the Texan let out a deep moan.
"Ohh.....god...." she breathed hotly.

As the Asian continued to work, Tiffany's hips began to rock gently back and forth as her moans began to get louder and louder.

Finally as Kim kissed her sex, that was enough to send her over the edge! Tiff let out a low cry of pleasure and arched her back as she came. The cowgirl shuddered and shivered as the climax seemed to go on and on, all the built up sexual tension of the match being wrung out of her by the orgasm until she rolled off to the side, lying on her back.

"Holy....crap." she breathed after a few moments. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she had an orgasm that intense. "Soo...you up to anyrhing tonight?"

Tiff grinned as she said it, giving Kim a wink, as she laughed lightly.

Another satisfied customer.

It was kind of a shame, really, as Tiffany had her electric orgasm and found herself melting over to the side. Not the orgasm itself, that was great. She’d never made a Texan cum before, but she’d have to do it again sometime. She loved the way that drawl sounded when she was screaming, and judging by the audience’s applause, they appreciated it, too.

She just wished it hadn’t been over so soon. Tiffany would be an incredible lay...some other time.

”Tempting.” Kim stood up, gingerly rising and fighting the aches over her body. ”Though I’ll have to take a raincheck on that today - I’d love a private rematch when my body is in the mood for it.”

Kim thought for a moment, then moved to the side of the ring and motioned for the announcers, getting them to hand her a piece of notepaper and a pen. She scribbled her cellphone number on it and handed it to Tiffany.

”Here,” She said with a sly smile. ”If you’re ever feeling lonely, give me a call, and I’ll fix that for you.”