Elsa and Sonya go Sudden

The distraction from the buzzer had broken the moment between them, but the two nude wrestlers were still hot and bothered with each other. Sonya had to take a moment to think about match rules and what happens in case of a tie. As much as she would have loved to just drop the pretense of their submission match and go on and fuck the green streaked siren, her spirit of competition was demanding a winner just as much as Elsa did.

“Sudden ****! First to cum loses!” Sonya announced huskily, immediately going for Elsa’s crotch again.

“Ahh!” Elsa yelped, quickly rolling over defensively. “Not fair! I wasn’t ready!”

She giggled as she struggled, trying not to succumb to the ticklishness of Sonya’s grasping fingers running over her naked body.

“But I want to win!” Sonya reasoned, finding that her fingers were taking her opponent off guard.

“I do too!” Elsa replied, brushing away the fondling fingers and squirming her way out of her assailant’s reach. She tried to scamper away so that she could mount a counterattack.

Undaunted, Sonya crawled after her with just as much intent to recapture her prey. With a short leap, Sonya caught hold of her quarry. Elsa felt the weight of the taller girl press her down from behind, putting a halt to her escape. She could already feel the blonde’s fingers creep under her sides while the runner’s firm breasts squeezed into her backside.

Elsa managed to pull her knee up to her chest like she was making a prone crawl. She used the leverage of her leg to push her foot down on Sonya’s shoulder.

“Get off!” she cried out, trying to pry the woman loose.

Sonya had her arms around Elsa’s one leg and wasn’t letting go. Sonya smiled back, feeling confident about her position. Elsa planted her foot on Sonya’s face, trying to smother her airways. Sonya twisted her head to the side so she could still breathe, but refused to let go.

“Get your foot out of my face!” Sonya complained, sputtering as she rolled her head to avoid the foot.

“Get your face out of my…” having nothing for a comeback, Elsa frustratedly retorted, “Just get off!”

With a grunt, Elsa used her leg muscles to shove herself off her captor. She could feel her captured leg start to move. Another push and she was free.

Elsa twisted around and used both feet to push Sonya back, but Sonya didn’t let up. She came at the swimmer again, but this time Elsa was ready, in a guard position on her back, feet up to kick off any approach.

“What? Turtling up on me now?” Sonya observed. “I thought you were supposed to be a shark,” she nodded at the tribal tattoo over Elsa’s mound.

“I can be all sorts of sea creatures!” Elsa replied. “Why don’t you come close and give my ‘octopus’ a try?”

Sonya tried to circle around, but Elsa pivoted her body to keep her feet aligned defensively against her opponent’s approach.

After failing to find an opening, Sonya decided to take the direct approach and move straight in. Expectedly, Elsa braced her feet against her and tried to shove her off. Sonya leaned in, holding Elsa’s feet to her chest. When Elsa kicked out, Sonya held her feet and dragged her back even further, catching the novice off guard. Sonya gasped, feeling her entire body sliding along the mat. She had nothing to brace herself against and was open for Sonya’s next move!

Sonya spread Elsa’s legs apart as the brunette stared up at her with wide eyed shocked. The tall blonde hooked each leg under her arms, then flipped her over, curling the legs back! She sat on Elsa’s butt to keep her from escaping and leaned back. Elsa could feel her body get stretched and let out a surprised gasp!

“Aahh!”

“How about a crab then?” Sonya asked, “A Boston Crab!”

Elsa was in no position to defend herself when Sonya reached down and ran her fingers along the pretzeled student’s slit. Even though Sonya freed one leg, Elsa was still trapped in a half crab position. Every time she tried to wriggle away to one side, Sonya was able to follow, keeping her weight on top and planting the subdued wrestler. Sonya plunged her fingers inside Elsa’s swimming hole, making a wet squeaking sound as she thrusted her fingers in and out. Elsa squirmed, but Sonya kept a tight grip around her one leg as she fingered the brunette.

Soon, Elsa was writhing. Sonya’s delectable fingering had drawn her mind away from the match and into ecstasy. She started to undulate to the motions, rubbing her ass with Sonya’s. Sonya used the motion as a reference point to how she worked her fingers. Elsa felt like she was bubbling up. With each thrust of the fingers, she was closer and closer to the edge until finally…

“Aaahh…!” Elsa moaned with a shudder! Despite wanting to win, she felt relief over the defeat. She tried her best, but wasn’t ready to counter this wrestling hold. She just got outplayed and wasn’t ashamed to admit it. She let Sonya play with her some more, knowing that after this, she would have to do the runner’s bidding. She could already feel the butterflies building up as she was now going to experience the losing end of a submission match. The feeling of letting someone have full control over her gave her another bump of sexual adrenaline and she was halfway up to another peak. She panted and writhed, hoping that her conqueror would allow her one more climax before taking her to task. Sonya seemed happy to oblige, resting on one knee and vigorously fingerfucking her defeated opponent. Elsa’s second cry of ecstasy felt even better than the first and got Sonya’s entire body heated with anticipation for her spoils.

Sonya continued to pump her bested opponent for juice until the splayed out woman eventually stopped undulating. Once Elsa was spent, Sonya dropped her leg and stood up over her conquest. Elsa slowly turned around and looked up at her mistress. Sonya was looking down with a satisfied grin and fiery excitement in her eyes. She had won the match and her blood was pumping! The fatigue that had built up during their tussle seemed to shed away as her mind ran through all the things she could do with her new prize.

Elsa sat up, legs parted, still recovering from her orgasm. She stared into Sonya’s eyes and felt her heart palpitating anxiously for what was to come.

“So…” she uttered after a subdued silence. “What now?”

Sonya walked over to her and kneeled down so they could look at each other face to face.

“Now…” she uttered back. She took Elsa’s hand. “You’re mine…”

Elsa felt her heart flutter as Sonya pulled her up to her knees. She continued to stare in awe as the statuesque woman hovered over her, proudly presenting her toned feminine figure in all its naked glory. Sonya took Elsa’s hand and guided it over her breast. Elsa’s entire body tingled. She squeezed the soft globe, feeling how stiff the nipple had become. Sonya took her other hand and matched it to her other breasts. Elsa obediently fondled the athlete’s mammaries as she felt her head get directed forward, towards the victor’s groin.

Elsa took the instructions like a champ and delved right into Sonya’s snatch. Sonya gasped and cooed, feeling the eagerness of her charge through warm lips and a hot tongue. Sonya clasped onto Elsa’s wrists to hold herself up. She felt her knees start to tremble as Elsa began nodding her head up and down. The young swimmer was still charged up from the match and aftermatch, and wanted to reward her opponent for a well earned victory.

Elsa’s aggressiveness brought Sonya down to her knees. She felt like she was losing a battle now that Elsa was the one climbing onto her. She was the one who won, but her opponent was the one making the moves now. Was she willing to let Elsa reward her for her win or would she take back control of the situation?