Melissa cooperates

"Why are you being nice?"

"Because you've been punished more than enough for the few things you've done 'wrong.' Because you should be so much better than you are, and no one wants to help you see it. Because you're carrying bags for girls who shouldn't be able to challenge you."

Then Kaavya let go. She rolled over on top of Melissa, then slid down her body like a snake, her tongue drawing a line down Melissa's stomach.

"And because, as you Americans say I believe, you're 'hotter than hell'."

Kaavya's tongue flicked out at her clit, and Melissa screamed. She came almost instantly, so hard that she knocked the indian girl away. She'd been fucked harder and rougher, and made to squirt all over the mat a few times, but this orgasm seemed to flow through her entire body. She saw stars, and barely realized what was happening when Kaavya dragged her to the middle of the ring by her ankles.

"I want to watch you. You have the face of an angel and the sweetest voice. I love the way your whole body flexes when you cum." Kaavya sat on one of Melissa's legs and put the other one over her shoulder. Their pussies clamped together, and Kaavya started grinding her hips forward. Melissa's moans were cut off as Kaavya leaned over her and thrust her tongue into her mouth.

It was a strange thing, but as the Indian girl easily **** her to her second orgasm in as many minutes, Melissa relaxed. She'd been fucked in the ring, she'd even won a few matches, but knowing this dark girl on top of her was into her, not as a victim but really into her, she was starting to really feel into it. As soon as her orgasm died down enough that she could control herself, she grabbed Kaavya by the head and pulled her down into another kiss, then wrapped her arms around Kaavya's back and started to trib back.

"Yesss..." Kaavya hissed. "You're... ohh, better than you think..."

"I don't even care." Melissa put both hands on Kaavya's breasts, playing with her nipples with her thumbs. "Just... keep going."

A minute later, Melissa twisted her body and screamed her third orgasm of the night. Kaavya took a deep breath, her face turning dusky, and shuddered through her first. Melissa lay flat on her back panting, while Kaavya let her leg down and stretched out, full body, breast to breast, across Melissa.

"I have you pinned, you know." she said.

"I don't care." Melissa said.

"So does that mean I have won?"

Melissa kissed her on the lips. "I submit."

The bell rang.

"So will you come back with me?" Kaavya asked her.

"Yes, but not right now. I have a few words for my 'friends' first." Melissa kissed her again. "I'm sorry about your nose."

"Don't you worry, my hasty American angel. It will heal."

Melissa left the ring so Kaavya could celebrate with the fans.

"I've almost never seen anything like that." Debbie said. "Kaavya didn't really fight Melissa at all. She just kind of... seduced her so good she gave up. Maybe if you can just win that way I could wrestle instead of talk?"

"I don't think so Debbie." Scott said. "Remember all that stuff about chakras? And how Kaavya had hands all over Melissa the whole match? I thought she must know some stuff. And it turns out Melissa's a pretty good tribber when she's not worried about losing a match. But I do wonder what Lisa McVan and Dolly and the others are going to have to say to her."