Sexual workout (Belinda and Marisa)

Marisa let out a loud cry as she was rolled over neatly, her sex already starting to throb with withheld need.
"D-damn!" she gasped, laying her face down on the mat as her back arched involuntarily.

Belinda was lucky to get Marisa over at the first time of asking, with a husky pant she pressed her forearms down on the mat just in front of her face and with alot of effort would prop herself up so that her butt lifted up and back a bit...

Her sex mashed messily up against Marisa, after getting the reversal in luckily her clit had slipped free of Marisa's sex and now Belinda was in the better position.. She ground her mound back against Marisa's, groaning as the move stimulated herself more but by now it didn't matter as she was so sensitive any touch would make her quiver.... She kept moving her moist crotch against Marisa's until she found the right spot and Marisa's clit slipped right between her pussy lips..

"Ouuuuuiiii.." She groaned out "Now feel this...!!" She said before clenching her pussy lips around Marisa's clit to lock her fully into the reversal!

The platinum blond moaned as Bel really began to lay in the pressure. She was already worked in a fever pitch of arousal and so when the French vixen reversed the hold the former model could already feel her sex racing into long denied climax.
"No...so fast....ohhhhhh!" she cried out as her sex spasmed wildly against Bel's, Marisa's bust leaving the mat as she arched her back.

Belinda rolled her head up a bit, closing her eyes as she felt Marisa exploded against her sex, having putting the Blonde Bombshell through such an erotic ordeal in her figure four clit lock.

"Thats.. it.. ma cherie.." Belinda muttered out as she worked her hips, grinding her sex in a circular motion right against Marisa to extend her orgasm a bit.. Her but cheeks continuously bumping and rubbing against Marisa's as her arms trembled, trying to keep her weight up off the mat.

Marisa laid her head down on the mat and let out a shuddering moan as Belinda kept grinding her sex into hers.
"Ohhh god....." she breathed lustfully, "So good..."
She raised her head again as she felt her pussy release even more of it's honey as the French vixen extended her climax, making the American's hips quiver and jerk wildly.

Belinda gently gyrated and moved her hips in a slow circular motion, grinding her sex against Marisa's clit... Her body was trembling and completely covered with droplets of sweat, she really couldn't go on much longer. Surely this sexual erotic ordeal will be enough to mean she wouldn't be able to wrestle for the next few days! She lowered her head to the mat, panting heavily as Belinda pussy lips still persistantly keeping its grip on Marisa's clit but now her movements had slowed to a stop and soon enough Belinda just collapse forwards on the mat with her soaked sex still in contact with her opponent equally soopy hot crotch.

Once Bel fell forward, Marisa gave a small lunge forward to break contact with the French woman's sex, her own being overly sensitive that even the slightest touch might set her off again.
"Ahh...ohh god." she gasped. "Bel....I think my pussy is going to be out of order for awhile thanks to you. Still..." she gave a soft laugh. "Anytime you want to do this again, let me know..."

Belinda just barely propped herself up on her forearms, panting into the mat as the sweat rolled off of her a few drops of mixed juices dripping from her sex onto the mat.

"Ahh zut.. This was only suppose to be a spar.. Non..?" Belinda said in between pants "I think I will be out of action for a while too now.."