Jen seduces Lana

Flattened out on the mat with her legs stretched open for her opponent to hump, Jen looked up at Lana. The busty blonde was moving up and down, riding Jen’s juicy pink peach like it was a carnival ride.

Lana had a satisfied grin on her face as she enjoyed the feeling of her slick snatch gliding up and down her opponent’s glistening slit. She held Jen’s leg up and hugged it like a dance pole and just worked herself on it with hip thrusts and grinds. Their pussies squished together and pulled apart like kneaded dough, making both ladies shiver with pleasure..

“Ahh… um… ” Lana moaned, forgetting her count again. “Forty… mmm… Forty two…”

Jen’s face was red with lust. She felt another orgasm building up inside of her. She was so far behind, it was starting to look like a pleasant option to just give in and enjoy getting woman handled by this attractive lady. Then, she reminded herself that she was a serious submission wrestler. If she melted under all this seductive pressure, she would just be what the community referred to as a “ring mat”, a derivative of “doormat” which is only around to be taken advantage of. It was something Samantha had accused her of being when they first started out and was something she did not want to become.

Jen mustered up some strength and started pushing back against her opponent’s hips. Their groins clashed and Lana’s eyes lit up. The blonde’s grin widened as she rose up to meet the challenge.

“Ah, not enough for you, huh?” she teased.

“It wouldn’t be fair for me to be the only one to orgasm…” Jen explained through her own panting, gyrating her cute little butt and forcing herself up against Lana.

The blonde enjoyed the sensation and soon became absorbed by it. While she pushed back at first, slowly but surely she began to back down and let Jen take charge. Moments later, Lana was the one laying on the mat and Jen was back in control of the trib!

“Nineteen! Twenty!” she murmured as she stared into Lana’s eyes. When she looked down at the voluptuous wrestler, she could see the glazed over look of someone not fully there, simply enjoying the moment. “Twenty one…”

“Hah… hah… hah…” Lana panted as she maintained eye contact. “Harder! Faster! Make me cum!”

The married woman was only thinking about one thing now, as thoughts of winning their match went by the wayside. Jen wasn’t going to argue at this point, she was too far behind and needed to pick up ground. She obeyed her host’s instructions and picked up her pace, pushing deeper and still counting out her score.

“Ah! Yes! Like that! Keep doing it!” Lana moaned, undulating her body in time with Jen. “I’m almost…”

“Twenty five! Twenty Six!”

“AAH! YES! FUUUCK!” Lana cried out, arching her back and bucking from her climax!

Jen held on tight so as not to get knocked off. It felt like she was on a bull ride, but she kept counting.

“Twenty seven! Twenty eight!”

Jen was racking up points as Lana needed time to recover. She reached down to grope the blonde’s heaving chest to score more points.

“Thirty two! Thirty four!”

“Are you still counting?” Lana asked.

She was hoping that her opponent wouldn’t catch on until it was too late, but she had recovered and was back in the game. Jen got pushed back to the mat and was designated to ‘bottom’ once again. Lana started grinding and counted as well.

“Forty four! Forty five!”

Jen pushed back, trading positions.

“Thirty five!”

They went back and forth. Lana maintained her lead and the clock ticked down. Eventually, being the stronger of the two, Lana started gaining in the points again!

“Fifty! Fifty two!” Lana called out.

Jen needed to retake command. She had one last ditch idea.

“Fuck!” she gasped, flushing red at cursing out loud in front of her host. “Lana, you’re just so amazingly sexy!”

“Why thank you!” Lana grinned.

“I just have to have you!” she said, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Lana.

“Mmm…” Lana responded, kissing back. They kept it up for several seconds before Lana came up for air. “I want you too!” she proclaimed before diving back in.

The buxom blonde ended up being the more aggressive of the two once again and Jen found herself back on the mat. The good news was that Lana was content with just locking lips and wrestling with their tongues. She was no longer going for points.

Jen asserted herself and pressed forward once more. She worked her tongue, ran her fingers through Lana’s hair, made the cutest sounds that she could, all in an effort to distract her opponent!

This time, Lana backed off to give Jen the lead. Their lips meshed and smacked, filling the room with the sound of their wet organs mingling together. Subtly, Jen climbed over Lana, sliding her hand down the well developed body of the trophy wife. Her hand found its place over Lana’s mound and she began rubbing, discreetly sinking in her fingers as she did so.

“Mm…” Lana moaned into Jen’s mouth.

Jennifer quietly mouthed her score as she massaged Lana from the inside. Every so often when they would break contact, the score would come out, but Lana paid it no mind. She was more intent on locking lips again.

Jen’s count became breathy moans, masked by her purrs and gasps of pleasure as Lana’s hands explored her own body. Every time she would try to caress Jen’s point scoring zones, the cunning grappler would intensify her attention to Lana’s pussy. She glanced at the clock. The match was ten seconds away from ending, but she was scoring double points and she was on the cusp of a comeback. Her fingers sped up at a frantic pace. Lane tilted her head back and moaned.

“Forty eight! Fifty!” Jen counted out loud.

Lana’s eyes burst open and she turned to the clock. Eight seconds left!

As if an alarm was going off in her head, Lana immediately shot up and moved out of Jen’s grasp. Jen moved quickly too and swept Lana’s feet, bringing her back to the mat. She jumped on the blonde, but Lana was already turning face down to guard her privates. Jen took a leg and wrapped it back, exposing Lana enough to stick her fingers back inside.

“Fifty two! Fifty four!”

*BEEP!* *BEEP!*

Jen dropped the leg and fell flat on the mat, spent. She won the match, but just barely! She panted, heaving her chest up and down. She was happy to win, but felt bad for being underhanded about it. It was the first plan she could think of and she had little time to do it. She hoped it didn’t sour Lana about competing. She turned to her opponent and waited for her reaction over the loss.