"It looks like Riggs has Taylor right where she wants her now! She's humping the Brit so hard she can't even think straight! Riggs has her by the arms and Taylor can barely move an inch! Riggs has her nipple back in her mouth and they're tribbing like it's no tomorrow. It's down to the- WAIT! Imogen is shaking! We're waiting for a confirmation and... YES! It's an orgasm! There's the bell! The American Ramona Riggs is our new international sexfighting champion!!"
But the women were away from the spotlights and the cheering fans within a few minutes. There was the championship belt, the prize money, the fame and the interviews waiting for Ramona, but those could wait. The champ's biggest prize needed tending to first.
Imogen was a bit of a mess after the fight, her pussy still twitching and unable to stand by herself for a few minutes. Ramona helped her back to her dressing room, a fairly lavish thing given just how successful the league had turned out to be. It had a full queen sized bed and a sizeable closet and dresser, enough to hold all manner of toys for her amusement. Ramona set her latest opponent down on the bed, despite her being slick with sweat, oil, and her own freshly leaked cum. They were still nude and barefoot, the same as the match.
The newly crowned champ left her to rest as she went about gathering some of her favorite toys from their hiding spots. That was part of the deal, of course. With all the big matches, there was always the stakes; winner had their way with the loser. Imogen started to regain her senses back on the bed, groaning and stretching almost lazily.
"Say what you will, but that was the best sex I've had in years," the Brit muttered, getting a laugh from her conqueror. Imogen Taylor was a 26-year-old beauty with long red hair, slim while still curvy enough to be representing her entire country as a sexfighter. She was still nude from the match, her perky, upthrust chest pointing her still hard nipples towards the ceiling.
"Glad you managed to have half as much fun as I did." Ramona came back over to sit on the bed, opening a water bottle and taking a big swig before handing it off to her defeated opponent. Ramona had a bit more curve to her profile than Imogen did, something the fans had been weighing both for and against her advantage in the title fight. Mona was slightly shorter, both in stature and her shoulder-length blonde curls, and younger at 24. She smiled down at Imogen as she guzzled down the rest of the water bottle, clearly thirsty after all the various fluids she'd lost in the fight.
"You really did good out there, though," Mona complimented her, idly running her hand over the Brit's belly and teasing her fingers up to squeeze around her breast. "Almost thought you had me a few times."
Imogen moaned deeply as the blonde rubbed her tender tit, still aching from the match. "That's because you're such a slut for spanking. You shouldn't have let yourself get cocky just because you had me in the corner."
"True, true," Mona conceded with a nod. She respected the other woman for coming so far and having such a close fight with her. It was something that turned her on more than any man she'd been with, and the sort of rough bonding they'd gone through was certainly sticking with her. "But speaking of cocky, it's time for you to pay the price for standing up to the champ."
Ramona knew there were cameras hidden all over the room, feeding live to the audience and fans at home. The audio wasn't the best, but that wasn't what people were really there for. The respect between them was clear at this point, but the fighters were expected to go through with the punishment. Imogen respected her enough to go through with it even if it wasn't in her contract, and Ramona wouldn't have passed up on the chance to fool around with her for anything. The fact that the audience got to see their fun was that much more humiliating of a power play, and thus a turnon for them both.
"Alright, just go easy for a bit," Imogen sighed, shifting her body to set herself more properly on the bed. It feels like I can feel my fucking heart beat through my clit right now."
"No promises," Ramona grinned. She had moved to the dresser and stepped into a strapon, a bright pink, 10-inch phallus mounted on the front. "Come on. All fours."
Imogen sighed, but smiled and rolled over to position herself doggie style, lifting her ass and spreading her legs for her.
"Not that way, you dirty girl," Ramona giggled, patting her sharply on the ass just shy of a genuine spanking. "Look this way. You said to lay off your pussy after all."
"Oh, you're going to make me regret saying that, aren't you?" Imogen circled around like a dog settling down in the grass before facing Mona, looking up at her face. The British woman smiled almost shyly, brushing some hair back from her face as she was clearly willing to take whatever Ramona gave her.
"Go ahead and start sucking, gorgeous," Ramona smirked down at her, running a hand through her long red hair. "You'll want it nice and wet soon enough."
Imogen nodded and held the base of the sex toy, starting with sensual kisses and licks over the brightly colored cock. There was a small piece inside the straps to give Ramona some minor feedback from the oral attention, but she smiled down proudly at the sight all the same. It was the humiliation of Imogen's consenting worship of her and her toy that got her off more than the actual sensation.
Ramona ran her hand through Imogen's hair affectionately. "There's a good girl," cooed the blonde, pulling lightly on her hair to urge Imogen closer into the phallus and forced it just inside her lips. Ramona let out a pleased, humming sort of moan as Imogen leaned into it, taking the shaft further into her mouth as she found her rhythm, pumping it in and out of her lips. Riggs showed her appreciation for Imogen's enthusiasm by tracing her nails lightly over the Brit's back until goosebumps rose over her skin. She let her hands wander intimately over her skin, down her shoulders until she cupped her hanging breasts, kneading and squeezing them just firmly enough for her to really feel it.
"Good to see you suck as well as you wrestle," Ramona praised her subdued opponent, pinching Imogen's nipples and pulling down as if she expected milk to come out. Imogen let out a loud moan as her chest was stretched out and down, though her reaction was muffled by the plastic cock still buried in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered a bit as her sucking grew a bit more passionate, mouth watering as her opponent's power play seemed to turn her on as well.
Imogen finally popped her mouth off the tip of the strapon, a thin line of saliva running between it and her bottom lip. "You plan on being a gracious winner any time soon, or were you going to just make fun of me this entire time?" She smirked up at the blonde, brushing some of her red locks back over her shoulder.
"That was kind of the idea," Ramona chuckled, running her hand up Imogen's chest and under her neck and chin. "It was my win. Now you're my victory lap."
"Yes, well you don't have to be smug about it," Imogen smiled back, running her hands over Ramona's thighs.
"Sorta do. International champ, remember?" Ramona grinned and proudly flexed her lean arms. "Hell, you mind showing up to the photo shoots later? I bet they'd love a shot of me sitting on your face wearing that shiny new belt they have waiting for me."
"I bet that I'D love that a little," Imogen chuckled, giving Ramona's ass a playfully firm squeeze. "Long as you don't gloat about it."
"Winner takes all, hon. Even your dignity. In fact, let's go ahead and practice that photoshoot now." Ramona snapped her fingers and gestured for Imogen to roll over. The Brit rolled her eyes, but rolled with her body a moment later. She looked up from her place on her back, watching as Ramona loosened the clasps and slid her strapon aside to reveal her bare pussy. Imogen's mouth watered a bit at the sight of the opening she'd so aggressively tried eating out during their match.
Ramona sat down with her moist womanhood landing right on Imogen’s mouth, the blonde facing her legs so that her perky, rounded ass rested right on the British woman’s nose. It did nothing to deter Imogen’s lusty, heavy breathing, taking in the sweet but musky scent of the American.
“You really do like that, don’t you, girl?” Ramona inquired teasingly with a wicked grin on her face. She ran her hands over Imogen’s breasts, then tracing her fingers over her soft but toned belly. “It must be humiliating that you were beaten by a woman even younger than you. Is that what gets you off?”
Imogen rubbed Ramona’s hips, pressing her face deeper into her womanhood and nodding. She started to suckle on the blonde’s damp pussy, and Ramona was glad to let her make the most out of her own humiliation. Ramona unbuckled the strap on for now, setting it down at the foot of the bed where it rested against Imogen's leg. It acted like a quiet reminded between them who it was that really held all the power between them right now.
Ramona started to rub at the Brit's inner thighs before she began to firmly pull them apart. Imogen responded to the silent command by spreading her legs for her, but apparently not quickly enough for Ramona's tastes.
WHAP! The American's fingers smacked down, right on top of the parting lips of Imogen's vagina. Imogen let out a high-pitched squeak, a muffled shout that was buried and lost inside of Ramona's snatch. The twitch of her mouth and subtle vibration of her voice made Ramona purr in delight, arching her back and rubbing herself more firmly on the red-haired woman's face. So she tried it again, pleased to find the same response.
Ramona smirked, savoring the power she had over the Brit, whose pussy pulsed with every spank she landed. “Fuck...fuck!” Imogen whimpered, and Ramona felt her pussy twinge at the thought of inflicting such humiliation on her opponent. “Like that, did ya?” she purred, and Imogen’s answering glare, coupled with the sudden jerk of the other woman’s hips made her own clit tingle as if in answer. She raised her hand, and spanked down on the loser’s pussy once again. “Answer me, slut…” she grinned, and brought her hand down for another spank on Imogen’s swiftly reddening pussy.
"Mmmhmm," Imogen gurgled beneath her. Ramona finally lifted her hips, letting the Brit take a huge gasp for air before she nodded vigorously, especially after seeing Ramona's hand raised again to threaten with another spanking.
"Yes! It's so hot when you smack my pussy!" Imogen blurted, blushing hotly from the confession. The shame from the fact that she had been forced into saying it was one thing that pushed her buttons, but the embarrassment of knowing that she had actually agreed with the statement was just as bad.
"There's a good girl!" Ramona cooed, easing her thigh muscles to sit back on Imogen's face a bit more heavily. She leaned slightly more on her former foe's face because she had raised her feet over her, as if imagining her living seat was some kind of recliner. Imogen gave a few muffled grunts before she got her lips free from her twat, sucking in a few steady breaths of fresh air while she could.
"Watch where you're putting that fat ass, blondie," Imogen huffed at her, souring her face a bit as she tried to turn her head..
"Oh, don't be like that. You know you love it," Ramona laughed, playfully pinching at the redhead's pussy. Imogen's toes curled as Ramona's fingers lightly pressed right against her clitoris, still tender and swollen from their match. "Look how big and hard that pretty clitty of yours got from being under this beauty of a booty. Besides, I wanted to experiment with something. And what better subject to try it on than my new horny puppy?"
Imogen gave a frustrated little growl, making Ramona laugh even louder. "That's the spirit, my little bitch!" The American braced her hands on either side of her new plaything, balancing and pressing her feet down to rub over Imogen’s stomach and inner thighs. The redhead had just enough time to start figuring out what she’d intended to do a moment before Ramona flexed her foot, sliding her big toe inside her former opponent’s pussy.
Imogen gasped, her eyes wide as dinner plates, as Ramona’s toes slid into her pussy. She felt her hips buck involuntarily, as her twat welcomed the invasion of the American’s toes. It was a mixture of disgust and arousal, coalescing together to form a heady sort of sensation, one that had her pussy dripping with want and desire. Imogen’s breathing came out as more of a desperate moan, her back arching to spread her legs wider and roll her hips more rhythmically with Ramona’s flexing feet.
“Oh you DO like it, huh?” Ramona cooed, sliding down between Imogen’s legs and leaving a trail of heat and moisture wherever her freshly licked pussy touched the British sexfighter’s body. She ended up sitting between Imogen’s legs, spreading them a bit more before pushing her toes back into her. This angle gave her even better access to Imogen’s intimate areas, fitting more toes in deeper inside of her as she pumped her foot steadily back and forth over the bedsheets. Ramona rubbed at the redhead’s feet lightly, just barely tickling her soles with her fingertips to get even more little twitches and spasms out of her loser turned lover.
“Mmm, you like some big sexy feet inside you, don’t you, hon?” Ramona teased her lightly as she wiggled her toes, causing an electric jolt of pleasure to shoot up Imogen’s spine and had her shiver accordingly.
“They’re not that big,” Imogen muttered, pleased but still defiant. “And not that sexy either. They’re just feet.”
“I know some who would wildly disagree with that,” Ramona persisted, repositioning her foot so that two of her smaller toes prodded against Imogen’s clitoris. Imogen purred like a kitten at this gesture, but Ramona shifted her foot again to slap her foot against the captivated redhead's pussy. Imogen gave a startled but excited little cry as her hips bounced up and down from the little spank of her foot, Ramona laughing at her humiliatingly aroused response.
“Wow, is there anything that won’t turn you on, you little Euro slut?” Ramona gloated, waving her foot to deliver a few more light smacks that still made Imogen’s body jolt.
“Maybe that big mouth of yours,” she muttered back, but Ramona met her eyes with a confident smirk. “You’re right. You deserve to be the champ with how you ate me out there in the ring. You would have thought you were starving with how hungry you were for that pussy.”
"That's what I like to hear." Ramona flicked her toe over Imogen's clitoris, making her jolt and breathe more heavily. Ramona finally stood up and started to rub her whole foot up and down Imogen's pussy, giving her clit long, firm strokes with her toes and sole. She was treating Imogen's crotch like some kind of sensual gas pedal. "Never came on another girls feet, now did you?" Ramona teased.
Imogen just stared wide-eyed up at the ceiling, shaking her head distantly. The dirty sensation of Ramona standing over her and grinding her still-sweaty feet and hard toes over her privates was driving Imogen mad with humiliated lust, breathing louder and heavier until she was moaning with every breath. Ramona just watched her with smug satisfaction until the British sexfighter gripped the sheets, her entire body tensing and shaking as she orgasmed onto the bed, squirting her juices past Ramona's toes.
"There's a good girl," Ramona praised, shifting to slide off the bed. She raised a leg to balance it on the edge of the bed. Imogen was still staring upward and catching her breath when Ramona batted her cheek with her damp foot. "Aren't you going to clean up your mess, you dirty girl?"
“You’re such a smug bitch,” Imogen sighed wearily, rubbing over Ramona’s toes lightly with one hand, still trying to get a hold of her breathing again.
“Not my problem,” Ramona shrugged. “It’s yours for getting into the ring with a smug bitch. Now get to licking if you don’t want another spanking.”
Imogen considered it for a moment, but decided to just stick with their current arrangement and complied. She rolled over to face the blonde and started to lick at her toes. It was strange to smell her own juices off of her, let alone tasting herself. It wasn’t bad in itself, but a very alien sensation to taste all the sticky sweet fluids off of her.
Imogen lovingly licked and sucked on Ramona's feet just as she was instructed, the blonde spreading her toes out to let the Brit clean her feet good and proper. Imogen took her big toe into her mouth, looking up Ramona as she fellated her digit. Ramona smiled back at her, leaning her head back and moaning in noisy appreciation for the intimate cleaning.
When most of her foot was sucked or licked clean, she was left with only the sensation of her submissive opponent's cooling saliva on her skin. Ramona pulled her foot back and lightly batted Imogen on the cheek.
"That's enough. You were starting to like that a little too much," teased the blonde.
"Can't have that," muttered Imogen, still bent over with her ass in the air.
"Don't worry. I'll let you stay down beneath me." Ramona rolled her legs over to hang off the bed, spreading them wide for the cameras to get a clear shot of her wet and open womanhood. "On the floor, my good little bitch."
"You know this is where I'd get payback if I weren't such a good loser." Imogen still slid off the bed, strutting out in front of Ramona until the blonde couldn't help but playfully squeeze her ass.
"You're the best loser," Ramona praised her, a tone of genuine affection in her voice. Of course she respected the toughest sexfighter she'd encountered in her career, and who had the dignity to demean herself like this to honor their deal. "Doesn't mean you get out of eating my pussy like it's your last meal."
"Like you didn't get enough of that when I had you from behind in that ring," Imogen mused, getting to her knees between Ramona's legs. "At least that last meal tastes good..."
The British fighter leaned in, softly kissing at Ramona’s womanhood. The blonde victor shivered, not expecting that kind of sensuality from her opponent after all their teasing and competition. Respecting it was one thing, but that was just plain hot. Ramona ran her hand over Imogen’s red locks, urging her in a bit deeper to ease her in. Imogen embraced her opponent's womanhood as if she were kissing a lover, rolling her tongue and lips against Ramona's opening.
The blonde flexed her legs a bit, softly applying pressure around Imogen's ears like a gentle trap. The redhead rubbed her hands over Ramona's thighs, making her skin tingle and getting her mind and body all the more excited for it. Imogen buried her face in deeper, noisily slurping and smacking her lips against Ramona's musky and strong-tasting pussy. Ramona’s moans quickly grew louder and more passionate, running her fingers through Imogen’s hair in tight pulls and gentle petting, depending how intense the sensation of her licking was at the moment. Imogen started to look up at her, gauging her victor’s response and adjusting her vaginal kissing accordingly.
At the pace the redhead’s oral attention was going, Ramona felt her orgasm approaching swiftly. Her inner thighs convulsed, and she leaned forward, staring deep into Imogen’s face. Their eyes met, victrix and loser, while Imogen’s tongue slurped away at the pussy that defeated hers.
"Ready to find out what a winner tastes like?" Ramona muttered, just before she twitched and thrust hard against Imogen's face. She let out a high pitched scream as the blonde squirted into Imogen's mouth, the musky stream coating the British fighter's lips and filling her nose with the scent. Ramona threw her head back as she relieved herself, but looked back down quickly to watch Imogen's overwhelmed expression. She still licked passionately, hungrily eating her pussy and taking in more of her cum.
"Swallow it," Ramona ordered in a low, husky tone of her post-euphoria. "You like it so fucking much after all, you cum-hungry little beauty."
Imogen's eyes fluttered a bit before she gulped it down, swallowing the intimate juices of her opponent. Ramona rotated her hips in a small circle, rubbing her cream and sweat into her face as if trying to train her to recognize her pungent scent and slightly sweet taste.
Imogen's eyes fluttered a bit before she gulped it down, swallowing the intimate juices of her opponent. Ramona rotated her hips in a small circle, rubbing her cream and sweat into her face as if trying to train her to recognize her pungent scent and slightly sweet taste.
"Well?" Ramona purred, lifting her crotch enough to run her hand affectionately over Imogen's cheek.
Imogen swallowed again to get the last of the juices down and some saliva back in her mouth. "Sweet," she muttered, blushing from the lack of breath and embarrassment of it all. "And thick. Almost like... melted ice cream."
Ramona laughed heartily as she slid the rest of the way off of her former foe, rubbing over one of her breasts. "I was expecting a 'thank you, mistress.' But I'll take that for an answer too." The blonde let Imogen rest on the edge of the bed, but leaned down far enough to kiss her on the mouth, tasting herself on the British sexfighter's lips. Imogen couldn't resist parting her lips to roll her tongue over hers, sharing a deep, wet kiss with her tormenter.
"Mmm... I see why you like it so much," Ramona purred as their mouths finally parted. She licked her own cum from her lips as she slid off of the bed. "No wonder you had your head stuck up there for half the match."
"Maybe," Imogen said coyly, shifting to climb onto the bed and let herself flop back and rest on the sheets. "Or maybe it was you getting addicted to my skill for tongue work."
"You are way too cocky, you know that?" Ramona smirked. She picked up her bright pink strapon, sliding it on with a very slight moan or hiss when it brushed against her sensitive, freshly soaked crotch. "So I think this is long overdo. Let's peg you down a peg, my little bitch."
Imogen groaned as much as she moaned, but stayed on her back and spread her legs a bit more invitingly. "Your puns hurt more than your actual wrestling moves."
"Not as much as I did your pride, I bet." The blonde took Imogen by her calves, forcing her legs up into the air. She didn't enter right away, leaving her spread out for the cameras to get their share of footage of her splayed out for her victrix.
"Fucking showoff," Imogen muttered, her hands roaming over her own breasts in her excitement.
"I'll go faster if you beg for it," Ramona grinned down at her. Imogen clearly seemed to consider it, but before she could crack, Ramona slid her way inside of her opening. It was abrupt, but not too deep, forcing Imogen to both jolt in surprise and ache for more. "You like that, don't you, girl?" Ramona purred, running her hands up Imogen's hips and over her belly before settling into place on her chest.
The tool slid in further as Ramona leaned in, entering and exploring the losing combatant at her own leisurely pace. Imogen was forced to let Ramona have her way with her body, but she wasn't forced to enjoy it. It was her own choice to shift her weight and part her thighs to let Ramona's toy in deeper. The redhead's saliva from earlier and her freshly warmed sensual juices let the strapon slide in as smoothly as could be expected. Imogen's fingers clenched instinctively to grip the sheets beneath them, a sense of excitement overpowering any lingering humiliation. Ramona had earned this, and Imogen genuinely wanted to see how the encounter with the American champion would end.
Ramona was finally all the way inside her, the shaft of the strapon running expertly along the short length of the Brit's clit. Imogen's eyes visibly widened as the tip of the sextoy reached the limits of her womanhood, smelling Ramona through a few slow, soft breaths blowing down against her face.
"Feels that good, huh?" Ramona asked softly, as if genuinely inquiring. She still had the smaller end inside her end of the toy, but she knew whatever she felt, it would be far more intense for the redhead.
"You won, didn't you? Must be good at it," Imogen muttered dreamily as Ramona let her hips slowly retreat an inch or two before they pumped back in a bit more sharply. The blonde moved in a slow rhythm, gradually increasing her speed as she found just the right pace. Imogen's breasts bounced on top of her chest at the same pace, her whole body being moved to Ramona's pumping and starting to grind herself against the firm phallus.
Imogen's tits proved too tempting to pass up, Ramona leaning down to grip the redhead by the wrists. She locked her lips into a rough kiss to one of Imogen's hard nipples, sucking on it to stretch out the fleshy little bud from her chest. It sent a sort of sensual shock up Imogen's body, making her breath come out shakily as she was topped by her victorious opponent for all to see.
Imogen was even a bit disappointed when Ramona pulled out of her. Imogen’s own musky scent hit her nostrils as the blonde rolled onto the bed herself, patting invitingly against her toned thighs.
"Come on. You want it, you'll earn it," Ramona ordered, gesturing to her strapon. Imogen shivered, but was too far gone now to refuse. She moved to all fours, crawling over seductively before she straddled Ramona's hips. The Brit was wet enough to drip a bit of her warm honey over Ramona's thighs before she eased herself onto the plastic cock, moaning audibly as she felt it drive up into her.
"There's a good girl," Ramona praised, reaching up to cup the redheaded fighter's breasts and take some of the weight off of her. Ramona thrust slightly, making Imogen give a sharp, pleased gasp before Ramona held back patiently. "Come on now. Ride it, cowgirl."
"How is it you're the American and I'm the one stuck being the cowgirl?" she quipped back, even as her eyelids fluttered and she shifted her legs to lower herself down. Imogen arched her back, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips wider for Ramona to admire. The blonde sat up enough to kiss at Imogen's overripe breasts, rolling her tongue over the tips so that the air cooled and hardened then, making them that much more sensitive. It was easy enough to get Imogen to start riding on her protruding toy, rising up a bit before grinding down along the wet plastic and letting gravity deal with the rest.
Ramona's grip tightened a bit, pinching her fingers down on Imogen's nipples. The redhead whimpered something softly as she shivered, Ramona meeting her gaze from below. "What was that?"
"I said 'harder." Imogen looked into Ramona's eyes for a moment before she shut them, overwhelmed by the pleasure Ramona was so graciously giving her. Ramona nodded and obliged, giving one of Imogen's breasts a sharp slap near her areola before squeezing again, lightly digging her nails into the soft flesh. It was never enough to draw blood or even do worse than a light scratch that would heal overnight, but plenty to excite the British fighter into bouncing harder on her shaft. As each slam of her hips came down on top of her, Ramona felt the impact ripple through Imogen's body and into her own clitoris.
"That's it, babe... work it like a champ," Ramona urged, rolling Imogen's breasts in her grasp. The redhead stayed sitting on her shaft, but leaned down far enough to kiss her passionately. Ramona grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down into it deeper still, lips and tongues devouring one another. In front of a screaming crowd, each felt like the other woman had proven herself the most erotic person they had ever encountered, in or out of the ring. They released their lusty moans into each other, eyes shut and lost in their intense and mutual love making. Ramona started to raise her hips to meet Imogen's pattern, fucking her harder still as their passion started to reach its peak.
Imogen cupped Ramona's face as they kissed, biting the blonde's lip hungrily. "Right there," she whispered, her voice thick and intense. "Fuck me right there. Just like that. I can't... I can't take... UHHHHNNN!" Ramona let her give a long, almost painful-sounding grunt as she loudly orgasmed over Ramona's toy and pussy. She spasmed violently, her body exhausted and sensitive after all her previous orgasms she'd been through over the night.
"Not yet, little girl," Ramona cooed, gripping her by the hair before she could shift (or perhaps simply fall) off of her mount. "Mama's not done. You stay on that dick."
Ramona pressed her point by smacking her hand into Imogen's ass, practically spurring her like a horse to keep grinding against her. Imogen was sweating and panting, eyes rolling as the losing fighter still pressed on. Her pussy slapped wetly down against Ramona's, slamming the strapon's shorter half into the blonde as she laid her head back, eyes fluttering as well.
Ramona started to grunt and thrust harder, just to lean up suddenly. She tipped Imogen onto her back, rolling on top of her and humping into her more aggressively. "Oh fuck! OH FUCK!" Imogen gasped, her pussy still recovering from her fresh orgasm and flooding her body with all manner of sensations. Perhaps it was her shocked expression that pushed Ramona over the edge, or her passionate cries or just being back on top. But Ramona gave her own quick, shrill scream before she came herself, her sweet fluids flooding out around the buckles to run over her strapon and trickle on Imogen's thighs.
Ramona stayed inside her for a moment before finally pulling out, the blonde sighing contently as she ran a hand through Imogen's sweaty hair. "Very good work. You're one hell of a prize," she praised, grinning at the exhausted (and perhaps a little shellshocked) redhead.
"Well, you did do a good job at making losing fun," Imogen sighed, kissing her opponent lightly on the lips. Ramona moaned and kissed her back, sliding the strapon off over her feet. She lifted the brightly colored toy between them, letting their strong sexual scents waft between them.
"You love that thing too much," Imogen chuckled, meeting Ramona's eyes over it.
"Don't think you're totally off the hook. That's your dessert." Imogen gave her a skeptical look, but Ramona laughed at her. "I'm not kidding! Come on, I'll split it with you."
The blonde leaned in and took a long lick over the phallus. "Think about it. It has cum on it from the two most in-demand pussies in the world right now. How can you say no to that?"
"By not being an American nympho slut," Imogen snorted back, but she joined her victor in sucking and licking at the toy, satisfying hundreds of fans at home as they kissed each over the slick sex toy.
"Not all bad, right?" Ramona smiled, speaking softly to her up close.
"Yea," Imogen confessed. "Almost worth a rematch all by itself."
"Oh, any time, red. In fact if you didn't challenge me soon enough, I was ready to ask you out for a drink just to get a taste of that pussy again."
"We'll see which comes first," Imogen chuckled back.
"And then, who cums first."
