Handcuff POW match: Origa vs Gina

Things were said and done, Gina was about to put the cuffs on Origa, take her hoe and do with her what she wanted. Aside from so me starting problems, it had turned out to be a wonderful night she had throughout enjoyed.

So when she was in the process of tying her victory up in any possible sense, her victim turned into opponent again with a burst of energy. Throwing her not only off guard but also a little bit sideway before she crawled away.
”Awh, silly me. I forgot how stubborn you are."
She muzzled after her initial surprise before she got up on her feet again, slowly walking behind Origa untl she thought that he next step of the amazon would be to grab a leg where she would attempt to grab her at both ankles and draw her back into the middle of the ring where she would look to cross the feet of the big girl at the ankles and grab her possessively at both butt cheeks.

Origa was still recovering from the sensual overload of Ginas sexual attacks. Luckily she still had enough sense to recognize the familiar clicking of the handcuffs to jolt back to life. Shoving the tennis star away, Origa would try to crawl to safety so she could recover properly. The handcuff that was attached to one of her wrists dragged along the canvas as she so. But she wasn’t fast enough to escape, too drained to do anything more.

She had hoped to reach the nearby ropes so she could use them to stabilize herself and climb to her feet. But her hopes were dashed when she felt Gina grab onto her ankles and dragged the giant back to the center of the ring. Origa weakly tried to pull away but with her drained state, her usual strength was missing and the brat succeeded in crossing her dark legs before groping at the cheeks of her rear, drawing a dispairing moan from the amazon.

It hadn´t been a great deal to pull Origa back into the ring, but still Gina was a little bit afraid that she would somehow regain her strength and make the Brazilian just a smear under her feet again so to say.

But the moan of the Amazon gave her back the confidence she needed to fully enjoy herself again.
”I really don´t know what to do with you sometimes, you know? I only want your very best! But still you DENY ME ON EVEY TURN FROM DOING SO!"
Gina did not get very loud while she raised her voice, but with every highlighted word she would spank one of the butt cheeks of the big girl. When she was finished, she would look to bend forward as good as she could to kiss each cheek.
”Awh, I can´t even be mad at you, big bunny"

Origa’s escape failed before it could even begin and the amazon found herself trapped to the seductive whims of the tennis brat. Origa was slowly regaining her previous strength as the energy she had lost to her earlier climax and Ginas hold gradually returned. However it was hard to use such strength when she was constantly distracted and fighting against her own body as Gina enthusiastically played with it.

”Ahh! Hey! Stop! That!! Mmmm” Origa shouted as Gina spanked her, before stopping and kissing her rear and talking to her as if the amazon was a dog. Her body tingled with each of Ginas touches, but the amazon refused to give in just yet and tried to crawl forward towards the ropes. Though with Gina sitting on her, her progress was very slow.

The big bunny protested, but about what? Getting spanked or getting kissed? Pretty confusing, and Gina was playing with that and took her chin between her fingers for a little while to pretend that she was actually mulling over this question.

Even with only her arms and upper torso at her disposal, the big bunny was slowly making some ground and would sooner or later be reaching the ropes, That was not exactly much material for a break in this special match, but the former tennis ace till had to adjust a little.

As soon as Origa would reach the ropes and gotten herself at least up on the knees, she would try to sling her legs around the waist of the bigger girl while also looking to put an arm around her throat and neck while she would let her own hand gag the adorable mouth of the amazon to slow down her recovery while grinding her legs against her waist and stomach too.

Origa shouted her denial and her mind screamed her resistance, but her body was on the verge of giving in entirely as her opponent continued to toy with her. The amazon chewed on her lip to silence her cries every time Ginas hand swiped down and slapped her ass, a red handprint began to grow through her caramel skin. It only stopped when Gina decided to play up the crowd and put her hand on her chin as if she were actually thinking.

Origa meanwhile would use the break to continue her crawl to the ropes. Sadly in a match like this, a rope break would have given Origa nothing but something to grab onto. Gina was not required to step off at all. But the amazon could work with that as she would try to climb to her feet using the ropes as a ladder. What Origa didn’t know was that her actions were exactly what Gina predicted.

“Iyahhhn!” She mewled, she had barely even gotten to her knees when she felt Gina shift her position. The thighs of the tennis brat wrapped around her tanned waist and her arms around her neck. To finish off, Gina then covered Origa’s mouth with her hand in a makeshift gag. ”Mmm! Mmmm!” she moaned as her body ended up leaning against the ropes, her breasts and elbows laying atop the middle one as she weakly pried at the brats fingers.

Now that Origa leaned against the ropes, Gina encountered the problem that she could not actually see how he amazon was doing. Yes, she heard how she was mumbling and looking for air under her hand. She also felt how her muscles were moving or rather how they were slowly moving, but that was not the same after all. But what to do?

Then her eyes fell on one member of he audience who was holding up a phone.
”You! Hey you! Yes, fishnet shirt! Make a photo and show it to me!"
She demanded before showing one of her biggest, mot vertical smiles while she waited for the fan to make said photo, holding it up in her way so that she could see how things were going. And things were going marvelous!

To keep up her fun, she would probably stay on course and jus lean backward wait until gravity would help her out and bring both girls back into the ring over time.

If Ginas hands weren’t covering her mouth, Origa would have been panting and huffing air like no tomorrow. Instead all she could do was moan against the brats fingers as she covered her airway. The amazons breasts mushroomed against the ropes as she leaned against them, her arms doing little but pawing at her opponents grip that usually would have the strength of wet tissue paper. But right now it was if it was cast iron.

Her body shivered as she felt Ginas heated breath brush against the back of her neck from her position. And rhe tickle by her ear when she moved her head closer. The amazons eyes widened when she heard the tennis brats request and her eyes instinctively turned to see the pretty blonde pigtailed girl behind the guard rail. Her tight fishnet shirt which did nothing to hide the skimpy bra underneath and a skirt that was way too short swayed as she picked up her phone and happily took a picture at Ginas request.

“Best seats in the house. Wouldn’t you agree. Origa?” the blonde said as she put her phone down and smiled at the amazon. The caramel giants eyes widened with recognition as she knew both the voice and face of the fan in front of her. But before she could process such information, she felt her opponent lean back and slowly but surely the amazon fell alongside her. Until the amazon laid atop the tennis brat like some sort of lewd cover.

At first, Gina was a little bit surprised that this girl was not only pretty but had actively something to say. Then she flashed her newfound partner in crime for this special event a pearly white toothy smile.

”Oh hey, I look absolutely great from this angle!"
She concluded before Origa would finally give in slowly and the former tennis ace found herself kind of covered by the big girl. This was not exactly a problem, quite the contrary, that was pretty nice. She would look to secure her opponent a little bit more by just holding her arm around the throat of the amazon so that she could have her hand make a foray into the hilly lands of Origa-county again.
”So you have a friend in the audience that also likes to watch you here? That is so nice of her!"

The girl that Origa was not a friend. She was the farthest from a friend that Origa had ever known, and the fact that she was here watching what Origa was going through from the tennis brat made things so much worse. Especially when the picture in all her submissive glory was shown to her, Ginas smug smiling face right next to her own. It only made this night far worse for the amazon.

And it sadly was far from over as the caramel giant was forced to fall backwards from Ginas pulling and found herself on top of the brat. This didn’t make things better as Origa couldn’t use this position to pin Gina for the win thanks to the rules of the match. Something that allowed the tennis brat free reign of the amazons body as one arm wrapped around her throat while the other gliding down to her dark mounds once more. It wasn’t long before Origa’s moans soon followed.