Darcie Dolce vs. Lyra Louvel in a Sexfight
Darcie Dolce was not in the best of moods, she recently lost in humiliating (by her standards) fashion to Leanna Decker, the loss stung, the DJ was eager to get her mojo back and was already waiting fully nude in the apartment that was feature the upcoming sexfight.
Lyra Louvel arrived shortly after Darcie did to the apartment, fully nude and showing off her hot, slim body. The blonde smirked at Dolce, feeling confident now that she was in the Coven, and said, “Hey Darcie. What’s with the sour look on your face? You look cute when you’re pouting like that.”
“I’m not pouting!” Darcie retorted, annoyed. Her face burned at the fact that someone had noticed she was still reeling from the loss to a known loser, and that fact didn’t sit well with her. She was so embarrassed she didn’t even bother to compliment the gorgeous woman’s body like she normally would. Instead, the brunette walked over to the bed, climbed up and knelt in the middle coaxing Lyra to join her.
Lyra noticed Dolce’s reaction and climbed on bed with her too. “Oh, is it because you lose to that loser Leanna Decker? I remember hearing about that! I heard she made you her little fuck slut!” taunted Lyra with a laugh, trying to get into Darcie’s head.
“She didn’t make me anything!” Darcie replied with an angry scowl. She wasn’t going to let this thus sexy blonde get in her head before their contest. The brunette quickly leaned forward and captured Lyra’s lips. She didn’t want to waste time talking. Dolce pressed her body against Lyra’s, her hand moving down and squeezing one of Lyra’s boobs as her mouth was forced open by her competitor’s tongue.
Lyra was ready to continue trash talking, only to be caught off guard with a kiss from Darcie. With a pleased hum, Law met her opponent’s kiss in kind, bodies moving against one another. Her tongue slid against Dolce’s, making out hotly with the sexy brunette. Both of Lyra’s hand would slide down to Darcie’s backside as she got two handfuls of her foe’s ass.
Dolce felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body as the blonde’s tongue slid against her own. Her hands moved around, fingers sliding across Lyra’s hard nipples. She broke their kiss and moved down to the blonde’s neck, planting wet kisses along her opponent’s throat and down to her collar bone. Lyra moaned in delight from the attention Darcie was giving her and continued groping her rump.
“Ooooh…. Yes…. For a loser, you can make a woman feel good…!” Lyra said, loving how Darcie was feeling up her chest and kissing her neck. Lyra would then move one hand around and started to rub Dolce’s slit, trying to get her off.
Darcie shuddered in pleasure as Lyra’s finger brushed against her clit. A moan escaped her lips, but she wasn’t going to let herself be distracted. Her hand shot down between them, and the brunette began fingering the blonde’s pussy. “Mmm…” she hummed, as her rival’s hand moved between her legs. Her cunt was getting wet, but her competitive drive made her keep pleasuring the woman, and not pay attention to the fact that her pussy was also being worked over.
“Ahhh!” cried out Law in pleasure. “Mmm… yeah baby…” said Lyra, humping Darcie’s digits as she drives her own in deeper. She then took the chance to start giving Darcie an aggressive kiss, shoving her tongue down the DJ’s mouth, muffling her own mewls of pleasure.
“Mmph!” the brunette grunted in surprise, not expecting to be kissed so suddenly. Darcie tried to fight back against Lyra’s tongue, but she couldn’t focus enough on kissing and fingering at the same time. A moan escaped her lips as the other woman’s skilled fingers continued rubbing her pussy, and the brunette surrendered her mouth to her rival, focus went to fingering the blonde as well, thrusting two digits inside her opponent’s wet cunt, feeling the wetness against her fingertips.
The blonde moaned against Darcie’s mouth as she tried to tighten the inner walls of her pussy, trying to stave off that pleasure that Dolce was doing such a good job at bringing out of her. Her own fingers drilled inside of the brunette, starting to roughly fuck her while she continued to make out with her and tried to lean her weight on top of her.
Darcie’s mind was racing, her body was reacting to the pleasure, she was having trouble thinking clearly. This is bad, the brunette thought, if she couldn’t keep her mind clear she would have no hope of winning this fight. With a grunt, Darcie broke the kiss, panting heavily, her eyes filled with lust. Lyra was so sexy, her pussy felt incredible, and Darcie knew she had to do something, fast. Leaning against Lyra she doubled her efforts, her fingers pumping furiously in the other woman’s snatch. “Is that all you got?” Dolce asked, her voice dripping with lust, she hoped her taunting would help distract the blonde.
Lyra was similarly becoming extremely aroused as she bit her lip with a frustrated groan. “Oh, you sexy bitch…!” she exclaimed before starting to drive her fingers in harder and faster, squirming and wriggling her hips against Darcie’s fingers as she attempts to keep from bursting first.
“Oooh!” the brunette groaned; her eyes closed tightly. It was so hard to resist the urge to just give in, Lyra’s pussy felt so fucking good! Darcie opened her eyes and looked into Lyra’s eyes. She leaned in and pressed her lips against the blonde’s ear and whispered, “Come for me, you little slut…”
Lyra couldn’t hold on any longer. With a loud squeal, the blonde came as her body bucked and moved atop of Dolce’s. “Shiiiit!” she cried out as she released, her fingers tensing in Darcie’s snatch as she rode through the climax.
“Ooh, yes! That’s it, bitch!” moaned Darcie. The DJ’s fingers continued thrusting inside the blonde, making her cum all over her. Darcie’s breathing was ragged and shallow, she was close too, but her competitive streak refused to let her cum just yet.
Lyra let out loud moans of pleasure as she took those fingers still. She gasped and tried to wrench herself away from Darcie, whining as she did so. “Fuck you… Bitch…!” she panted, trying to resist cumming a second time as her fingers frantically kept trying to plough in Dolce’s pussy.
“I don’t think so,” Dolce said, and pushed the blonde on her back, her fingers continued to pump in and out of Lyra’s wet snatch. Her free hand went to the other woman’s breast and pinched her nipple hard. She looked into the blonde’s eyes, her face filled with a mix of lust and determination. “You’re going to cum again for me…”
“Ooooo…aaaah…!” yelped out Lyra as Darcie tried to hold onto her. The blonde writhed and wriggled as the DJ began to punch her nipple as well from on top of her. With a loud, sharp gasp, Lyra couldn’t hold on at all as she came hard. “Ooooh fuck!”
Darcie moaned, her rival’s cunt clamped down around her fingers, squeezing them hard. “Oh, you’re cumming for me, aren’t you, bitch? Your hot little pussy is creaming all over my fingers!” Dolce’s fingers thrust into the blonde’s soaking pussy, driving her through the orgasm.
“Yes! Yes! My little pussy is cumming for you!” cried out Lyra, head shaking back and forth as she wasn’t given a moment to rest. Instead, the petite blonde let out a loud gasp as her eyes rolled back and she came yet again, so soon after the last. It was enough to overwhelm her entirely, making her pass out entirely below the DJ.
“Oh, yes!” moaned Dolce, seeing Lyra cum again sent a thrill of satisfaction through her. She pulled her fingers from the blonde’s cunt, and brought them to her mouth, moaning as she licked the other woman’s juices from her digits. The brunette smiled at the sight of the blonde laying on the bed, spent and unconscious.