With a little footplay.

Manon pulled off her skin-tight clothes, giving quite the show to the fans in attendance. She parked her refined rear onto Marisa’s battered face, grinding her fluffy cheeks against her personal cushion’s skin. Marisa’s sturdy nose nestled effortlessly into Manon’s crack, while her red lips were pressed against Manon’s kitty. The lithe dancer stretched her deft leg into her playmate’s trunks, guiding her feet into the underwear, and letting her toes rest on the slit. Marisa quivered the moment her ladyship was graced by Manon’s limber foot, moaning into the pussy, and instinctively started to lick.

Manon could tell Marisa was up for a different kind of battle, and started to tenderly massage Marisa’s sopping wet pussy with her lengthy toes. Manon’s ass cheeks vibrated subtly every time Marisa let out a visceral moan. Manon slipped her toe into Marisa’s moistened cunt, while Marisa drove her tongue deeper into Manon’s. The two rhythmically quaked together, each of them getting closer to climax. Marisa huffed Manon’s aromatic ass while she dutifully pleasured the victor’s pussy. Manon ramped up the toejob, viciously grinding her toe against the slit, exhibiting a form of pugnacity she hadn’t shown until now. Manon was hellbent on making Marisa cum before she did.

All that harsh training paid off, Manon’s exquisite feet easily bringing Marisa to climax first. The lioness roared into Manon’s crevice as she unleashed a gushing deluge of cum, securing Manon's second victory. This spurred Manon on, making her join Marisa in her orgasm, oozing cum onto her sex partner’s face. Like a loyal dog, Marisa lapped up the cum that flowed from Manon’s dripping pussy, unable to contain her animalistic thirst. The secret of Marisa’s perversions was exposed for everybody to witness, something that would be impossible to deny at this point. The gorgeous women moaned softly as their sexual release came to a sputtering end. Manon hopped off of her cunt-licker, looking down at the degraded and wounded beast. The stunning model shot her victim a sultry stare, offering a look of disappointment mixed with pride, having brought down such a rabid beast with such ease and grace.

Manon wiped her cum-stained foot onto Marisa’s dumbfounded face, smearing the cream over her lips and nose. Manon blew Marisa a kiss before strutting off, having little interest in marrying the foolish barbarian. Marisa laid on her back, exhausted and defeated, still unable to fully process what happened. She had gotten carried away, allowing an inferior fighter to get the best of her in such a salacious way. Whether it was good luck or bad, since Manon had no intention of claiming Marisa as her own, it meant the challenge was still on. The Spartan was going to have to make an example out of her next opponent, lest she lose all the respect she worked so hard to obtain.