Yes, yes it does

With Melissa's wrists tied to her throat with the chain and pinned by Angel's hands, she was at first only concerned about how to get her shoulders off the mat - but she quickly had other concerns. Angel used her toes to grab the edge of Melissa's wrestling singlet and pull it down, leaving her naked.

And in a style that was very unusual for the sex wrestling federation, she didn't do anything rough. Angel lay down full length on top of Melissa. Breasts to breast, mouth to mouth, hips to hips. And she started a slow moving, sensuous grind, raking her nipples across Melissa's, intertwining her legs with Melissa's and forcing their hips together, then using a slow, circular grind to stimulate her.

"Get... ohhhh... me off... I RNGH! mean get off! Me! AH!"

"You're just frustrated is all..." Angel cooed. "So many girls in this league think that more is better, and that being on top is the only way to do things. What they never realize is that this is exactly what they want..."

Melissa was biting her lower lip to keep from moaning. It wasn't helping much.

"Your body is telling you what you want, beautiful, and it's telling ME what you want."

Melissa whimpered, but Angel kept up the slow paced grind. She whimpered again, and then with horror, watched as her hips, ignoring her will, began to grind back against her attacker's.

"Good girl..." Angel said. "Now all you have to do is tell me what you want, and you can have it...

Melissa's mind was such a haze of shame and lust that she could barely think. She only heard herself say it.

"I want to cum. Please make me cum."

Angel untwisted the chain from around one of Melissa's wrists, and then grabbed her leg, pulling it up almost like a cradle pin. With Melissa's legs spread wider, Angel increased the **** of her grinding, pushing down and in with her hips, and she tightened the chain's hold on Melissa's neck.

Melissa screamed in orgasm. As she finished, Angel threw her head back and moaned out her own orgasm, before lying down on top of the vanquished wrestler.

"So, was it good for you, too?"

Melissa raised her head just enough for her lips to meet Angel's in a sloppy french kiss.

The screen went blank, and Dr. Humpalot lifted the helmet off Melissa's head.

"So, how do you feel now?"