That sexy little Irish accent, the way that she mocked her proper title, and that smug grin she could see perfectly even in this dim lighting had Tasha groaning with frustration. Then just as she was about to give her rival a piece of her mind, she felt a pair of familiar lips pressed firmly against her own, and despite herself she instantly melted into it. Because how could she not?
Becca, her former protégé, current enemy, and most importantly, fuck buddy. No one fucked her quite like the Lass Kicker, and just this kiss made her feel weak at the knees. Not that she wanted to analyze why that was. More importantly, she didn't want a repeat of last time, so she tried to flip them and take control, only for the stronger woman to pin her down again.
Tasha broke the kiss and huffed, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Doing you a favor," Becca grinned.
"Meaning?" Tasha raised an eyebrow.
Leaning in Becca purred, "I'm going fuck your ass."
Tasha scoffed, "You and I have two very different definitions of favor."
"You sure about that?" Becca raised an eyebrow. "Because everyone's buzzing about what you did to Paisley. And, oh, congrats, BTW. Those were some hot pics. But next time you're having a party like that, call me."
"And let you take the credit? As if," Tasha scoffed again, before grinning wickedly. "But if you're talking about a one on one party, where I stretch your ass, well then I'm all for it."
"Never going to happen," Becca said flatly. Then grinning and pointing out, "Besides, we've got a good thing going here, why ruin it?"
Tasha raised an eyebrow, "I thought you were done with being my sidekick?"
"I am. In the ring," Becca explained as if it should be obvious. "But we both know Tasha; you need me in the back. Who else is going to stop you from becoming someone's bitch?"
"How dare you!" Tasha spat, her eyes going wide. "I'm the Lesbian Wrestling League Women’s Champion! I'm the Lesbian Wrestling League alpha female! I'm."
"Desperate for an ass fucking?" Becca finished for her. Then quickly adding, "What? Don't look at me like that Tasha, I know you. I know you better than anyone, and whenever you top a diva, especially as hard as Paisley, you crave to bottom. And bottom hard! Face it, Tasha, no matter how hard you pretend otherwise you're not a pure top. At best you are a switch playing dress up, and I like it that way. But after all you did to Paisley others are going to be looking to put you in your place, and I. I don't want to lose you. So, you can swallow your pride, bend over for me now, and I can give you the butt pounding you crave, or you can march into the locker room, and become someone else's bitch. Go on. I dare you. See what happens."
Tasha fumed with rage, and she wanted nothing more than to push Becca away with all her might, slap her across the face, and storm out of this cramped space so she could go fulfill her original plan, and complete her destiny to become the Lesbian Wrestling League alpha female. First, bend Becca over and finally make this redheaded bitch hers. But to her shame, Becca wasn't entirely wrong. She really wanted to complete her destiny, but her ass was also craving some attention, and if she didn't get it, she was worried what would happen. No one was better giving it to her than this cocky Irish bitch.
"You're wrong," Tasha whined weakly.
"Sure, I am," Becca replied dryly.
"I'm a top," Tasha protested.
"Sure, you are," Becca replied dryly.
There was a brief pause, and then Tasha grumbled, "Make it quick."
"Sure, I will," Becca replied dryly, a wide grin crossing her face as she let Tasha turn around.
Tasha turned around, she didn't want to have to see Becca's smug face, especially when she was grinning like that. Tasha really, wanted to focus on was the present, that being Becca getting down on her knees, where she belonged, and after a few long seconds pulling down Tasha's wrestling trunks so she could kiss the Champ's ass. Becca finally showing her the respect she deserved, and not preparing her for a butt fucking. Tasha tried to tell herself, although even in her own head the words sounded hollow.
Becca had always loved this ass. It was the cutest, and most fuck-able ass she had ever seen, and she craved to have her way with it from the very first time she saw it. Tasha had become beaten down by Paisley and the other top women of Lesbian Wrestling League, they had been passing Tasha around like she was nothing but a toy to be used, and Becca had found it easy to get what she wanted.
But it wasn't enough. It never was with Tasha, the two of them quickly becoming fuck buddies right after they joined forces and took over Lesbian Wrestling League. They'd had their inevitable break up as Becca went for Tasha's titles, but she managed to stay on top despite defeat, and now she was once again enjoying the rewards of it.
Becca slowly dropped to her knees for a closer look and pulled down Tasha's wrestling trunks and the tiny piece of string of underwear to truly reveal her prize. Tasha's ass in all its glory, Becca licked her lips before she leaned forward and pressed her lips to those cheeks. She then did the same repeatedly, covering those cheeks in kisses before pushing her face between them so she could easily tongue Tasha's butt hole. This inspired encouragement from her rival, which Becca mostly ignored, until the other girl reached behind her and began shoving her face into her butt.
"Yes, that's it bitch, kiss my ass! Oh, you were always such a great ass kisser. Yeah, so great, oh, so great at kissing my ass! Oh God
