Handcuff POW match: Origa vs Gina

”Your friend in the audience is definitely a looker, bunny. But I suppose that she is not in your league with your special, uhm, talent."
Gina had a little bit of trouble not to laugh at the last part as the sensual defeat of Origa was not exactly a talent someone would look for as a wrestler, but certainly a federation like AFW would always find a place for such a rare talent.

And Gina was quite thankful for the employment of the amazon and would have gladly given her voice for an election for the employee of the month for her. If only her hands were not so busy in grabbing, pawing and squeezing the big boobs of the big girl instead of giving a vote!

“Haaaa. Sh-Shut up fuuuu.” or moaned out as Gina continued to play with her breasts and whisper in her ear. The amazon doing everything she can to drown them out, but ultimately failing because of the constant pleasure flowing through her. Origa didn’t know how much more she could take before she would be finally driven insane. She needed to do something, anything!

With those desperate thoughts in mind, the amazon would slowly try to roll onto her belly, then to her knees. All the while doing her best to ignore the tennis brats hands roaming her body. Through sheer determination and will, the amazon hoped to climb to her feet with Gina still clinging to her back like a little gremlin. What Origa planned to do after, she didn’t know, but she had to get there first.

Origa didn´t really answer in a nice way, but it still milked a grin out of the face of the determined Brazilian.
”You won´t talk to me like that when you are at home with me, bunny. I have lots of soap to thread your dirty mouth with, just in case."
She presented her idea to the struggling amazon who was already on the move again. That caused her to exhale sharply. When would the big girl give in? Although she had worked her over longer, she somehow had the impression that she was fighting harder in the ring here.

”Awh, come on."
She complained while she was once again being the backpack in the wandering experience of the big girl, but this time one of her straps, aka her foot would not only be dangling between the legs of the other girl but actively rub against the womanhood waiting there.

With a will that was slowly crumbling with every rub of Gina’s foot. Origa slowly climbed to her feet, moans constantly leaking out of her lips as she tried to ignore the constant stimulation of her sopping sex. Looking towards a corner, Origa would try to walk her way to it with the plan to turn around and slam Gina against it and set herself free. Slowly but surely she made her way there and was prepared to do just that.

But Ginas foot was busy constantly and Origa couldn’t resist forever, especially after what her body’s been through. So just as Origa was about to slam Gina against the corner, her body gave in. “Haaannnn! Fuuuuu!” she mewled as her juices burst in another mind numbing climax, her remaining strength draining along with it. Now instead of slamming the tennis brat against the corner, Origa merely fell against it and lightly squished the brat against the corner. A position she could easily take advantage of.

Luckily for Gina, the newfound strength of her opponent was from a short time and so, instead of getting crushed between lots of gorgeous muscles and the ring post, she was nearly gently sat on he second rope with a painting and exhausted amazon right at the grasp of her waiting hands.

”You know, I was about to just cuff you and take you home. But no, you insisted to get the full load of humiliation. Very well then. Prepare to get yourself served that now."
Gina would whisper in the ear of her victim, trying to take advantage of the weakened state of Origa and first strip her up to her boots and then tie her arms with a piece of the big girls own clothing. But not behind her own back but behind the back of Gina so that the former tennis ace was between the body and the wrists of the amazon so that she was always right on the back of her opponent and could slowly incite her again by gently caressing her nipples.

And just like that, the second wind Origa had seemingly gained blew out like a released balloon. Instead of crushing Gina against the corner, she instead only sat her on the second turnbuckle. The tennis brat still refusing to leg go, in fact she pressed on tighter. Whispering seductive words in the amazons ear and promising punishment for her continued resistance. Words that made the caramel giant shudder.

Still drained from her climax, or could only give a token resistance as she felt her arms grabbed and her corset removed. Her hands were tied, but not behind her back. Instead they were tied behind her opponents back, forcing the tennis brat to press herself much more tightly against the amazon. The feeling alone was enough to make Origa mewl once more but Gina had to add more fuel to the fire by caressing her sensitive nipples. The pleasure sending the amazons body insane as more moans left her lips.

The former tennis ace had barely done anything besides tying the arms of Origa behind her own back, but that little movement and her presence alone on the back of the amazon proved enough to already milk out a mewl from the big girl.

”Uh, you´re already going there again. You´re so cute! I can´t wait to watch this again and again and again."
She whispered softly into the ear of her opponent before one of her hands would trail up to reach the chin of the other girl. As soon as she was there, her other hand would squeeze hard on the other breast to get the big girl to open her mouth and be distracted so that she could turn her head around and force her into a deep, domineering kiss.

Origa’s body had become so sensitive over the course of the match, that just groping her breasts and nipples were enough to start the fire again. Even after her climax, Gina was turning her in moaning mess once more. And due to her arms being trapped behind the brat, she had no way to struggle out of it, if she even had the strength to do so. More and more it looked like the amazon was the slutty bunny Gina kept saying she was.

It was hard to even hide her moans any longer, her will was breaking as they were leaking out more than she could stop them. She was too lost in the sensation that she didn’t even notice one of Ginas hands leave and travel up to her chin. It was only when her face was forced to turn towards Ginas smiling one, and any hope of further defiance was quashed with a simple squeeze of her breasts and a mindnumbing kiss. One that made Origa’s eyes glassier the longer the tennis brats tongue dominated her mouth.

The more time passed, the eyes of Origa showed that she was now more or less into the zone in which she only wanted to be taken and would not resist much anymore. Gina would milk that state of the big girl as good as she could, squeezing her intentionally whenever the big girl was taking a breath to disrupt her even more for some time.

Then, with the sure idea that Origa would not try to move away, she would let go of the chin of the amazon so that her hand could move down to the sex of her opponent, gently rubbing there until she would dish out a quick slap to punish her for being so defiant and destructive at the beginning of the match.

At the beginning of the match, Origa was prepared to destroy the girl that had ambushed her back at the gym and lewdly dominated her tired body in front of multiple cameras that covered every inch. She was prepared to show Gina how bad of an idea it was to mess with her, and for the first half of the match, that’s exactly what had happened. Origa had thrown the much smaller tennis brat as if she were nothing more than a ragdoll.

But thanks to a multitude of underhanded tactics and sensual know how. Gina once again had the amazon in the palms of her hands as she lewdly played with her in the corner. The kiss dragging on for what seemed like an eternity as her opponent drained more and more air from her. So much so that Origa barely even noticed that the hand on her chin had long left her and instead slid down her body to ignite more fires in her sopping sex. The slap against her pussy was met was a muffled cry, a buck of her hips and the widening of her thighs. Almost as if her body was asking for forgiveness.