Love and Passion: Zulime Lafitte vs Aphrodite, Love of the World in a Hentai Match

"As a... goddess of love I... shall let you take the lead. There's nothing..." her breathe hitches as Zulime's hand goes over a more sensitive part, just enough to feel it under a thin layer of fabric. Such a dangerous gamble that the blonde wrestler had, but one that believed herself to be a goddess of some sort it mattered not as confidence grew in her through light passionate moans. She pushed out her breasts, and pushed her rear back into the Cajun woman, "... you can do that shall defeat me... now pleasure your goddess … and … and be sure not to disappoint."

Well, this woman had raw confidence going for her, that was sure. Her hands graced all of Aphrodite's supple curves, and it appeared that that the Riverboat Queen was not the only one who had an enjoyable start to the evening. "All this talk o' winnin' and losin'. It's all a bit too much, ain't it?" She felt Aphrodite's large rear grace her own hips, and exhaled a hot breath onto the woman's back. In her dances out in the woods, she had frequently called upon the loa of love, but she wondered if she had the divine fortunate of having that in front of her now. That she may find out, her hands roved upwards onto Aphrodite's chest...

"Why don't you get to it then?" the blonde spoke. Now was her chance as she attempted to juke around to face like a football running back attempting to avoid being sacked by a member of the enemy team. She'd face her forward, breasts against breast, now caressing back against Zulime, "I'm getting rather impatient, now show me a good time will ya, the crowd is getting rather... anxious."

Zulime gasped a little bit as Aphrodite turned around. The Riverboat Queen was not sure what she was expecting, but she was far from expecting that. This woman was something else entirely face to face, and Zulime was enjoying looking into the countenance of this woman. Zulime found herself slightly charmed by how this woman was put together, and she would simply not be able to hold off for long. Not that she wanted to. "Oh suga, ain't anyone in the world 'cept us two..." She smiled as she stood on her tippy toes to lean up and give this woman a kiss.

Aphrodite would smile again before utterly souring after the kiss, "I am the world, you just live in it..." she would speak with a hint of malice, pushing her hip against the River Boat Queen, attempting throw her into a judo hip toss attack. Though a bit rough for the style of match but this was all still wrestling and what was making an omelet without breaking a few eggs and she was hoping to break the New Orleans woman real well.

Zulime was pretty content in the embrace. She was a pretty woman, and she had another pretty woman in her arms. She had just finagled her way into planting a kiss on the mouth of her opponent, and was ready to start pushing things a little bit more. Zulime felt the initial push against her hip, but didn't make much of it. Aphrodite was probably just making some more space for herself to go for Zulime's sex, she reckoned, as that was precisely what Zulime would do in the situation. Then the world shifted. Zulime was casually tossed to the floor, her back hitting the canvas first. She bounced once and lay there, rendered immobile from a mixture of surprise and pain.

"Don't get too distracted sugar," she'd mock her, mimicking whatever accent the Cajun woman had as she came down to her on the mat, like a feral big cat stalking around fresh meat. She would try to press her left arm up against Zulime's chest, right above the breasts to keep her down. Meanwhile the other hand would slowly begin to go underneath of her opponent's panties, rubbing cold fingers across her sex.

Aisha's advice was fairly wise, and Zulime wished she had heeded it. Because her situation had gone from bad to worse. Zulime was quite strong for a woman, and Aisha appeared to be that little bit stronger, or at least knew how to use her leverage better. The hand that she placed across Zulime's breasts caused Zulime a great deal of embarrassment, but more importantly kept Zulime on the ground.

A fact that Aisha would use to her advantage. As fingers graced her sex, Zulime let out a moan of pleasure, much to her shame. She was not going to lie back and just take it though, as she tried to get a knee up to start pushing Aphrodite away...

Aphrodite's head crept low as she began to lick and suckle at Zulime's neck, eventually going into tender love bites that were all but loving considering their more villainous purpose as she worked at leaving plenty hicky marks for the morning after, if by the time the blonde haired goddess was done with her, she believed that she wouldn't be able to even walk straight, something Aphrodite intended to do with the Cajun.

Of course this wasn't some rose petaled bedroom and it was still wrestling match, this was not going to be done easily as she was slowly pushed away, fingers slipping from her opponent's slit, "Hold still... damn it..." she struggled, both hands trying to pin her down her arms as she just placing her arm down over and squishing her sizable chest wasn't going to work now.

Zulime had earned herself a reprieve, in a sense. Ordinarily, she would have been inviting Aphrodite closer to her sex to see if she couldn't see the night through, but that meant that she would be losing the match. The Riverboat Queen was not going to suffer that, not even a little bit. Her knee proved strong enough to get Aphrodite away from her, but not entirely sufficient to end the woman's propensity to attack in entirety.

Which was perhaps unsurprising. Zulime groaned under the weight of Aphrodite, and their breasts mushed together. It was uncomfortable, but not unworkable. She wrapped her legs around Aphrodite and tried to flip the script, so that she was the one on top, pressing her breasts against Aphrodite's.