You pin Britannia.

As you square off against Britannia once more you take a second to take in the female wrestler's ample curves. Those magnificently firm breasts seem to defy gravity, jutting out proudly and bouncing enticingly with each step. The thick, coral pink nipples have hardened either from exposure to the air or from arousal. With her legs parted for balance you get a good look at the neat pale blonde thatch between Britannia's thighs and can glimpse her pussylips through the light hair. Looking up you see a red glow has spread across the Englishwoman's upper breasts and chest, an obvious sign of sexual heat from the not so icy maiden. Her eyes are locked on your huge cock, which is steadily stiffening. Not fully erect yet, it still stands out from between your legs as it lengthens considerably as if aware of your opponents fascination.

You roll your hips so that your semi-hard cock bobs it's reddened head. Britannia drags her eyes from it with **** and assumes the wrestlers crouch in readiness for your next move.

For a few seconds you circle one another each looking for an opening to attack. You decide to take the initiative and dart forward. Britannia steps back to maintain the distance between you, but for a split second is off balance and on her back foot. You lunge downward and manage to grasp the ankle of her leading leg and pull the woman towards you. Caught on one foot Bitannia has to hop forward awkwardly and as she does you thrust yourself forward. Your body check knocks her off her remaining foot and you slam her down onto the canvas on her back. Following her down meaning to pin her with your weight, you **** your body between her spread thighs intending to leave her pussy open to attack. You feel Britannia's legs circle your waist and her feet lock behind your back.

Lying on top of the Englishwoman, pinning her wrists to the mat you smile confidently down at her as she pants from her exertion. You grip both of her wrists with one hand as she struggles to break free and move your free hand down to one of those huge bronzed globes. Roughly you maul her breast, pinching the stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger and making Britannia gasp in shock.

"Now I have you, Britannia," You gloat. "Soon I'll be staking you to the mat and you'll be moaning for cock."

Britannia's bright blue eyes blaze with indignation and she grits her teeth in determination. You feel the muscles in her thighs bulge with effort and her legs begin to squeeze like a vice around you waist. You realize that you've underestimated the strength of your adversary's lower body as she starts to crush you. You abandon the grip on her wrists and try to push her legs open, but the grip of her thighs is unmovable. Britannia's head is thrown back and she groans with effort as she clamps you with all her strength. Your vision begins to blur as you seek a way to break her hold.

"YES, YES, YES." Britannia screams as she tightens her grip remorselessly.

In desperation you slide a hand between your interlocked bodies and your fingers find the soft hair covering her pussy. You savagely thrust three fingers up the blode wrestlers snatch, but though the woman's cries become shriller her grip doesn't weaken. You thrust your fingers again and feel the hard nubbin of Britannia's clitoris brush your palm. Her clit is huge, the length and thickness of your thumb tip. As your hand brushes the engorged flesh Britannia lets out a squeal and her grip round your waist lessens momentarily. With your vision darkening rapidly you pull your fingers out of Britannia's wet cunt and pinch down hard on her oversized clitoris.

With an earpiercing shriek Britannia's body spasms beneath your own and she breaks her hold on you. In your weakened state she easily pushes you away and backpeddles across the ring away from you. You gasp for breath, rising unsteadily to your knees. Britannia herself is in no position to attack you in your vulnarable condition, the female wrestler is knelt by her corner shaking uncontrollably. You lurch to your feet and sway, gulping down air as you struggle to focus. Britannia's convulsions are slowly subsiding and she's dragging herself to her feet by the ropes. It's clear from the panting and jerking of the woman's hips that your **** on her clit triggered a powerful orgasm.

It takes both of you several seconds to recover sufficiently to close once again and when you do, it's a slow and wary approach.