Daxia gives it to Sam hard

Breathing heavily and staring a hole through Daxia’s head, Sam was heated in more ways than one. She had to accept anything Daxia wanted to do with her, but she did not have to like it. She held her head up at her victor in defiance while the attractive Asian shared an equally contentious stare. All the while, her fingers plunged in and out of Sam’s sopping wet hole.

“You don’t have a very good poker face,” Daxia teased. “I can tell how much you like this!”

Sam stiffened her lips, not giving her mistress the satisfaction of acknowledgement.

“I may not be into girls, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what they like…” Daxia went on. She grinned perversely as she reached in and located Sam’s g-spot. Coincided with her thumb rubbing over Sam’s clit, it took all of Sam’s self control to keep a straight face through all of it. Her body felt like it was vibrating from all the pent up sexual energy.

Despite Sam not giving off even the smallest moan, Daxia could feel her body. The petite noirette was hot and almost shaking. Xia could tell her young prize was ready for more! She positioned herself in front of her charge, causing the Sam to dry swallow at what was coming next. The slender Asian guided the head of her long black cock into the defeated wrestlers’ tender pussy. This time, Sam gasped, bracing herself for the inevitable.

With a smooth and confident push, Daxia slid the cock down into Sam’s entrance as if sheathing a sword. Sam’s eyes widened like saucers! She had braced herself for it, but did not expect it to be quite like this! She held her breath and splayed herself on the mat as Xia pulled out and slammed right back in! Sam gave Daxia an indignant look at the roughness but did not complain. She couldn’t, she was the loser and had to take it, even if it was rough like this.

Daxia smiled to herself. She was practically goading Sam to speak out. Sam remained quiet though, taking each heavy thump from Daxia’s strap-on with silent dignity. Sam sucked it up, felt it out and grew more confident that she could ride it out.

“What’s the matter? Have you run out of things to say?” Daxia asked, noticing the petite wrestler had grown uncharacteristically silent.

“Did you want me to beg for more?” Sam sniped back.

Daxia grinned. “Only if you really want it…”

Ever the rebel, Sam couldn’t help but push back. “Go ahead! I can take more than you can dish out!”

“Oh yeah?” Daxia said, getting heated up by the insubordinate backtalk. “We’ll see about that!”

Daxia pace picked up. She held Sam’s legs out, a hand on each ankle and pounded into the defeated grappler’s pussy. The sound of wet flesh getting slapped by rubberized plastic began to echo in the wrestling chamber. It soon resembled the sound of a ball being dribbled with the speed Daxia was going. After a while, pants of heavy breathing picked up as well.

“Getting sore yet?” Daxia huffed, noting how she was doing all the work while Sam simply had to lay back and take it.

“I could go all night!” Sam replied defiantly.

Daxia reached down to finger Sam’s clit again. Sam gasped and stiffened up. “We’ll have to get you to cum a few more times first!”

True to her claims, Daxia was very good at pleasing women. With her fingers and the strap-on combined, Samantha could no longer stay quiet. She let out a small whimper of a moan, then her cries of pleasure grew louder and more mournful.

“Aahhh…” Sam groaned, shivering with pleasure despite herself.

“That’s it… cum for me…” Daxia ordered.

Sam wanted to resist, but it was a direct order, so she let herself go.

“WhoaaaaAAHHH!” she cried, shivering and convulsing as Xia continued to pound into her.

After her orgasms subsided, Daxia pulled out and sat her submissive up so that she faced the cum coated cock hanging off of Xia. Daxia smacked the side of Sam’s cheek with the cock and said, “Open up!”

Holding her tongue, Sam glared at Daxia and opened wide. The cock was unceremoniously shoved in and pushed against the side of her cheek. Sam guided the appendage down her throat to show Dash that she could take it. Impressed, Daxia thrust her hips forward a few times to see how her charge would react. Sam took it down her throat without gagging.

“Are you sure you’re not into guys? You take this quite well!” Daxia noted.

With her mouth full, Sam was unable to reply.

“Alright, time for round two!” Daxia announced, pulling out of Sam with an audible *POP* before turning the petite wrestler around to face the floor. Daxia caressed Sam presented ass, then gave it a hard smack!

“Mmngh!” Sam grunted, feeling the sting of Daxia’s hand against her posterior. There was a visible hand print left behind. Daxia bent Sam down even lower until the cheek of her face was pressed to the mat and the cheeks of her ass pointed to the air. From there, Daxia went right back in with her strap-on.

Their impacts became rhythmic, with the sounds of their sex bouncing off the walls of the university gym. Both their bodies were shimmering with sweat at this point as the workout from the match compounded with their current exercise. Sam could feel beadlets of moisture dripping onto her back as Daxia worked her from behind. Her body jostled back and forth like a boat being thrashed by an ocean storm. Despite all the rough treatment, or maybe because of it, she was afraid that she was getting ready to cum again.

Samantha bit her lip and clenched her fists. She tried to hold on, but Daxia sensed her condition and pushed more. She pounded harder, lifting one of {train]’s legs for better penetration. Sam let out a yelp, then a moan. Daxia felt like she had the rebellious upstart now. She was practically lifting the petite wrestler onto her strap-on now. She pulled Sam up to lean onto her chest as her hips bounced the small body up and down on the plastic cock.

Sam turned to Daxia with lust in her eyes.

“Are you ready to cum?” Daxia asked.

Sam nodded pleadingly.