Annette Weber vs. Estelle Arnault - Moonlight and Roses

There was a slight moment of confusion that cut through the pleasure after Ann heard the bell ring out following her last orgasm. She spared a glance off to the side to see Estelle crumbled and sweaty beside her, glowing most distinctly and she realized straight away what had just happened. As the last feelings of ecstasy tapered away, Ann let out a tired chuckle and covered her eyes with a forearm against the hazy lights above. Honestly, what had gotten into her? She may have been a tad embarrassed.

For professional reasons, Ann had always tried to maintain an air of composure when it came to her official appearances, even in those of a particularly...steamy variety. Call it a learned behavior from her modeling agency. She was a girl that wore her heart on her sleeve, but that didn’t mean she had no control over her desires.

Maybe it was just Estelle. The woman did have a uniquely ethereal aura about her, the kind she hadn’t quite seen before outside of a fantasy. A simple glance at that enchanting face overwhelmed her with a tickling warmth that she couldn’t help but be drawn into. This woman had a long and promising career ahead of her. Even if tonight’s bout didn’t work out quite in her favor, Ann could see it in her. She only hoped the Alpine didn’t allow this one bump in the road to stop her. There was so much more for her to see.

Ann’s doubts faded away with the touch she felt at her side. Her eyes locked with those radiant pair that seemed to shine the most lovely hazel like ornate gems. The Swiss beauty bare and so close covered in a sheen of sweat and sighing that longing breath in the air between them; the sight alone let her heart race. The Norwegian turned on her side, facing Estelle full-on and growing a smile that seemed to brighten with each second in the afterglow.

“Would that be...in your favor...or mine…?” Her fingertips rose from the canvas to the Alpine’s healthy hips, curling a leg on her own as she inched their weary bodies closer however she could. “I feel far from defeated. You have talent.”

Estelle lay on her back on the mats while heavy and slowly breathing, regaining her breath and finally stepping down of the rollercoaster of emotion and pleasure that she had been riding for the complete match. Of course the Swiss was feeling a little bit down because of her performance. She wasn’t sure of what she was expecting from her debut, but defeat was always something bitter. However, in that case even if she fell short, doing so against someone like Annette was a complete bliss, as the brunette had experienced first hand.

It had been a complicated debut to say the least. Estelle’s inexperience had gotten the worst of her. Her sensual skills fell short against a more experienced rival and Annette was not only a proficient wrestler but also a great lover, knowing so well how to drive Estelle beyond the edge, and even if the Swiss tried to match her rhythm in the end the Norwegian showed her superiority in every aspect.

Even despite all that, those grim thoughts were out of Estelle’s mind. As the Swiss lay on the mat recovering she could only think in the wonderful pleasure Annette subjected her to. It was a mutual thing apparently since in the very end of the match the Swiss managed to scrap a point out of Annette by giving her an intense orgasm. Feeling her body returning to normal, Annette had some praise for her and her skills, stating that she could have talent and a future in the league. Estelle felt flattered by her rival, and some speck of pride burning within her.

“Oh, don’t say those things. This was all you easing me into this world. In the end it was because you allowed me that I could get something going. And let me say that you are incredible…” Estelle said while mustering her strength to stand up and offering a hand to her rival to help her on her feet. “So, should we be going? I don’t know you but I need a shower…”