My girlfriend Alissa, stands dressed in rainbow print thong panties and a purple mesh lingerie top. She slides on pink fingerless mesh gloves as she sizes up her opponent. Erin is dressed in dark purple thong panties and a dark blue mesh lingerie top. Erin pulls down her bright orange mesh fingerless gloves as she stares down Alissa. They stand in a dark navy room, with dim orange lighting. A black mat covers the ground of the room.
They meet in the middle of the room and both kneel to their knees, facing each other. Both are determined to win the imminent wrestling contest. They lo"You're seriously going through with this?" Alissa chuckled, her emerald eyes glinting with excitement.
"You bet," Erin shot back, her own gaze, a fiery amber, never leaving Alissa's.
As the tension in the room thickened, so did the anticipation. The two young women, both with figures that could make a sculptor weep, began to circle each other like a pair of cats deciding who would make the first move. Alissa's rainbow thong panties and purple mesh top contrasted sharply with Erin's dark purple bottoms and blue top, creating a vivid display of color under the room's orange glow. The mat beneath them was a stark canvas for their impending dance of strength and strategy.
With a sudden burst of energy, Alissa lunged, her hands shooting out to grab Erin's wrists. Erin, quick on the draw, sidestepped gracefully, her muscles rippling beneath the mesh. The room echoed with the sound of their breathing, the only sound to pierce the silence as they sized each other up once more. They both knew this was going to be more than a simple wrestling match. It was a battle of wills, a silent declaration of dominance that neither was willing to lose.
Their eyes locked, and with a feral growl, Alissa swiped her legs forward, attempting to trip Erin. Erin anticipated the move, hopping back with surprising agility. The air grew electric as the two women circled, each waiting for an opening, for the perfect moment to strike. The scent of their arousal began to mingle with the faint smell of sweat and adrenaline.
With a swift move, Erin feigned a grab for Alissa's waist, only to pull back at the last second. Alissa's breath caught as she realized she had been baited, her body taut with readiness. Erin took the opportunity, diving low to hook Alissa's legs. Alissa felt herself falling backward, her heart racing.
But she was no novice to this game. With a deft twist, she used Erin's momentum to flip her over her own leg, landing both of them on the mat. Their bodies collided, the sound of fabric sliding against fabric the only music in their private arena. Alissa felt the heat of Erin's skin through the mesh as they each fought for dominance. Both struggled for the upper hand.
Their legs intertwined, the fabric of their thongs stretching as they pushed and pulled against each other. Erin's firm thighs wrapped around Alissa's waist, her strong hands reaching for the purple straps of Alissa's lingerie top. Alissa could feel Erin's breath hot on her neck as she gritted her teeth and resisted, her own hands working to unravel Erin's top.
Their breasts pressed together, the fabric of their tops the only barrier to skin-on-skin contact. The sensation sent waves of excitement coursing through both of them, their nipples hardening against the mesh. They rolled across the mat, each trying to gain leverage. Erin's legs tightened around Alissa, her muscles flexing as she squeezed, attempting to pin her down.
Alissa grunted with effort, her arms straining as she pushed against Erin's shoulders. The friction between them grew intense, their bodies moving in a sensual ballet of power and resistance. Erin's thighs began to quiver as Alissa managed to wiggle free from her grasp, rolling to the side. They both scrambled to their feet, panting heavily.
"You think you've got what it takes to beat me?" Alissa taunted, her voice thick with challenge. She knew Erin had underestimated her, and she relished the opportunity to prove herself.
"In your wildest dreams, sweetie," Erin sneered, her eyes narrowing. She had been waiting for this moment, to show Alissa that she wasn't the only one who could hold her own . "Your moves are as predictable as your taste in lingerie—always playing it safe with those pastel shades."
With a wink, Erin spun on the balls of her feet, her body moving with the grace and aggression. She dashed towards Alissa, her hands poised like claws, ready to sink into her opponent's flesh. But as she reached out, her eyes never left mine. For a split second, she offered a look that was pure mischief and challenge, a silent dare that sent a jolt through my core.
Their bodies collided again, this time with a force that sent a tremor through the mat. Alissa wrapped her legs around Erin's waist, her arms shooting up to lock around her neck. Erin grunted but didn't falter, her hands sliding down to grip Alissa's wrists, attempting to break the hold. The room was filled with the sound of their grunts and the whisper of fabric sliding against skin as they grappled.
Alissa felt Erin's muscles flex as she tried to push her away, her abs tightening with the effort. Erin's breasts pressed against her own, the friction of the mesh only heightening the sensation. Alissa's thoughts raced—how could she turn this to her advantage? Her eyes darted to Erin's face, studying every twitch, every expression, looking for any sign of weakness.
And there it was—a brief moment of distraction as Erin's gaze flickered towards me again.
Alissa seized her opportunity, shifting her grip and pulling Erin into a tight headlock. Erin's eyes widened in surprise, her amber irises sparkling with a mix of anger and excitement. The pressure from Alissa's arms was intense, but Erin refused to submit, her legs kicking out wildly in an attempt to break free.
"Is this all you've got, bitch?" Alissa jeered, her voice dripping with smugness as she tightened her hold.
"You're the one who's going to tap out," Erin shot back, her voice strained but determined. She thrashed her legs, trying to dislodge Alissa, but Alissa only tightened her grip, her toned arms flexing with the effort.
Seizing her chance, Alissa reached down, her hands finding purchase on the bottom of Erin's lingerie top. With a sharp tug, she yanked the fabric upwards, exposing Erin's breasts. Erin's eyes went wide with shock and arousal as her large, firm breasts spilled out, the darker shade of her areola standing out against her pale skin. The room was so quiet that the sound of the fabric tearing seemed to echo through the air.
With a snarl, Erin brought her legs up, wrapping them around Alissa's torso, her thighs trapping Alissa's arms in place. She bucked her hips, rolling them both over so that she was on top. The shift in position allowed Erin to reach down and squeeze Alissa's breasts, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. Alissa's eyes rolled back in a mix of pleasure and pain, her nipples erect and begging for attention. Erin smirked, her eyes gleaming with victory.
But Alissa wasn't about to let her win that easily. With a roar of determination, she used her core strength to arch her back, throwing Erin off balance. In the chaos, Alissa's own top gave way, her breasts bouncing free. The sight of both of their tops in tatters, their bodies on display, only served to fuel the fire of their competition.
Their eyes locked again, the air between them crackling with a mix of anger and desire. Erin took the chance to grab a fistful of Alissa's chestnut hair, yanking her head back. The sudden sting of pain brought a gasp to Alissa's lips, her eyes flashing with a newfound fiery resolve. Erin leaned in, her teeth grazing Alissa's neck as she whispered, "You're mine."
In a swift move, Erin managed to pin Alissa to the mat, her legs straddling Alissa's back. The latter's breath hitched as Erin's thighs pressed down on her, trapping her in a vice-like grip. Erin's firm breasts bobbed in front of her face, and Alissa could feel the heat from Erin's crotch against her back. The situation was undeniably intimate, the lines between combat and passion blurring into a tantalizing haze.
But Erin had other plans. She leaned back, her eyes never leaving mine, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Looks like she's all mine now," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
With a sudden burst of speed, Alissa bucked her hips, tossing Erin off balance. The move was swift and unexpected, and before Erin could recover, Alissa was on top, her thighs straddling Erin's chest. She pinned Erin's arms above her head, her own breasts heaving from the exertion. The room was thick with the scent of their desire, the air charged with the electricity of the moment.
Alissa leaned in, her eyes burning with a fierce triumph. "You're wrong, Erin. I'm not yours," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "But I am going to finish you."
With a wicked smirk, Alissa reached down and grabbed the sides of Erin's thong, giving it a firm yank. The fabric gave way, leaving Erin's sex exposed and vulnerable. Erin's eyes went wide with a mix of shock and arousal, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.
"Looks like you're the one who's not dressed for the occasion," Alissa said, her voice dripping with sweet victory.
Erin's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't help the spike of arousal that shot through her body as the cool air hit her exposed skin. She knew she had underestimated Alissa—again. With a grunt, she bucked her hips, trying to dislodge her opponent. But Alissa was too quick, too strong. She held her down, her own panties now the only thing keeping their most intimate parts from touching.
Their breaths mingled as they stared into each other's eyes, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. The room was alive with the sound of their hearts beating in time with the struggle, the mat beneath them a silent witness to their passionate battle. The orange light cast dramatic shadows across their skin, highlighting every curve and contour.
With a sudden jolt of power, Erin managed to flip the script, reversing their positions. Alissa's eyes went wide as Erin's powerful thighs clamped around her neck. The feeling was exhilarating, terrifying, and incredibly arousing all at once. Erin leaned in, her breasts pressing into Alissa's face, her voice a seductive purr. "Looks like I've got you right where I want you."
Alissa's heart raced as Erin's musky scent filled her nose, her legs tightening around her throat. She could feel the heat from Erin's core, the dampness of her own panties betraying her excitement. But she was not one to go down without a fight. Her hands shot up, trying to pry Erin's thighs apart. Erin's grip was ironclad, but Alissa had a trick up her sleeve. She slipped a hand between Erin's legs, her fingers brushing against the wet fabric of the dark purple thong.
A gasp of pleasure-pain escaped Erin's lips as Alissa's digits found their target, her thumb pressing against the swollen nub hidden within. Erin's eyes rolled back, her body trembling with the sudden sensation. It was a bold move, one that Erin hadn't anticipated, and it gave Alissa the opening she needed. With a grunt, Alissa pushed herself up, her shoulders straining against Erin's legs. The pressure on her neck eased, allowing her to breathe.
Alissa took advantage of the momentary distraction to wiggle free, reversing their positions once again. Now it was Erin's face buried in the mat, her legs flailing as Alissa's hand remained lodged between her thighs. Erin's eyes snapped open, her mind racing to regain control, but Alissa was relentless. Her fingers danced over Erin's clit, stroking and teasing until Erin's body arched off the mat.
"You like that?" Alissa purred, her own desire mirroring Erin's. "You want more?"
With a snarl, Erin's hand shot up, grabbing Alissa's wrist and forcing her thumb away from her clit. But the move was a feint. Erin used the momentum to twist her body, flinging Alissa onto her side. Before Alissa could react, Erin was on her, her legs wrapping around Alissa's waist. Erin's hand darted down, her fingertips slipping under the elastic of Alissa's rainbow thong. She tugged, the fabric ripping away like paper.
Alissa's eyes went wide with shock as Erin's hand cupped her sex, her palm pressing against her mound. "You're so wet," Erin murmured, a wicked grin playing on her lips. She began to grind her hips, their bare skin sliding against each other's. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that had Alissa's breath coming in ragged gasps.
With surprising agility, Erin straddled Alissa's face, her own breasts heaving with exertion. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady blend of desire and competition that made Alissa's mouth water. She could see the pink flesh of Erin's pussy, glistening in the orange light.
Alissa grasped for air, her lungs burning as Erin's weight bore down on her. She knew she had to act fast. Her hand shot up, gripping Erin's hip, and with a strength she didn't know she had, she flipped their positions. Now it was Erin's face pressed into the mat, her legs spread wide in a show of vulnerability.
Without wasting a moment, Alissa climbed on top, straddling Erin's chest. She leaned back, placing her hands behind her, her fingers digging into Erin's thighs for balance. The room spun around them, the walls seeming to pulse with the rhythm of their ragged breaths.
Erin's eyes narrowed, and she bucked her hips, her muscles flexing beneath Alissa's thighs. It was a desperate move, but it worked. Alissa's grip slipped, and Erin managed to flip them over once more. This time, she didn't hold back. Her hand shot between Alissa's legs, her fingers pushing into her folds.
Alissa's eyes rolled back, and she let out a low moan. The feeling was exquisite, the pressure building as Erin's fingers danced over her clit. But she could feel her strength waning. The exhaustion was like a heavy blanket, smothering her will to fight. Her muscles quivered, and she could feel herself succumbing to Erin's touch.
"Looks like you're ready to give up, sweetheart," Erin said, her voice filled with mock pity. She sat back on her haunches, her own chest heaving with exertion. "You can't handle me."
Alissa's eyes snapped open, the fire in her soul burning brighter than the room's orange glow. "Never," she hissed through gritted teeth.
Erin's hand paused, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're going to have to do better than that." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Alissa's ear. "Beg for it. Tell me you're mine."
But Alissa's resolve was unshakeable. Through the fog of desire and fatigue, she felt a surge of defiance. "Never," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm never going to be yours."
Her words seemed to fuel Erin's fire, and she redoubled her efforts, her fingers moving with a new urgency. Alissa's body responded, despite her exhaustion. Her hips began to buck, her breath hitching as she fought to keep her voice steady. "You... you can't make me..."
But Erin's touch was too much, too skilled. Alissa felt her orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that she couldn't hold back. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. But it was no use. The wave crashed over her, her body convulsing as pleasure shot through her.
"Yes," Erin murmured, her voice thick with triumph. "You're mine."
Alissa's body shuddered, her eyes flying open. The room was spinning, the only thing keeping her anchored was Erin's hand, which had not ceased its relentless assault on her clit. Her muscles felt like liquid, and she could feel her resolve slipping away. "N-no," she managed to gasp, her voice a hoarse whisper.
Erin's smirk grew wider as she felt Alissa's body give in. "Looks like you're going to be the one to tap out," she said, her voice a low purr. "Say it, Alissa. Say you're mine."
With a tremble, Alissa managed to shake her head. "No," she gasped, her eyes pleading. "Please..."
But Erin was merciless, her own desire for victory overriding any shred of mercy. Her grip on Alissa's wrists tightened, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she leaned in closer. "Say it," she demanded, her voice a seductive whisper.
Alissa's chest heaved as she searched for the strength to resist, but the pleasure was too intense. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of defeat, her body betraying her. "I...I..." she began, her voice breaking.
Erin's eyes gleamed with victory, her hand never stopping. "Say it," she urged, her breath hot against Alissa's cheek.
With a whimper, Alissa finally caved, the word slipping out between clenched teeth. "Yours." It was a whisper, barely audible, but in that moment, it felt like a shout that echoed through the room. Erin's smile grew wider as she felt Alissa's body go limp beneath her, the fight draining out of her.
Her hand didn't stop moving, though, the relentless pressure on Alissa's clit driving her to the brink of a second orgasm. Erin leaned in closer, her breath warm against Alissa's skin. "Say it again," she coaxed, her voice a sweet torment.
Alissa's eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as she whispered, "Yours." The word was a benediction, a surrender to the inevitable. She felt the room spinning around her, the mat beneath her a blur of black and white. Erin's fingers continued to work their magic, and Alissa could do nothing but succumb to the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.
With a smug smile, Erin removed her hand from Alissa's sensitive flesh, standing over her prone body. She placed her foot on Alissa's heaving chest. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the soft moan that escaped Alissa's lips.
"Well, love?" Erin asked, looking at me with a glint in her eye. "What do you think? Am I the better woman?"
