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The oil felt cool and expectedly slippery, as Faye stepped into the squared circle. There was always something so exhilarating about the first touch of the viscous liquid on her skin, no matter how many times she had felt it. A burning sense of anticipation shot through her entire body. Regardless of the outcome, there was the promise of intense sexual pleasure that might melt a weaker competitor before the fight even began. The buxom, redhead head was a veteran of the game though and she was ready for this match. The red haired warrior sported a hot pink, two piece bikini that really popped against her fair and freckled skin. She was more accustomed to wearing daisy dukes and a cutoff, flannel top, but match attire demanded she wear something even more revealing. Her aforementioned carrot top hair was worn in a pair of braided pigtails, which really helped her overall farmgirl aura. Faye's opponent was no stranger. Becky Danger, was a strong veteran of the sexfight circuit as well and the two had met a number of times before. Matches against this woman had always been a struggle and the win loss record leaned against the fiery farmgirl. Tonight would be different. Faye had seen to it to give herself an edge in this match. Earlier in the showers she had staged a scene that her foe could not resist. The result was that Becky had already inflicted a massive orgasm on herself. Faye knew this would leave her sensitive and turned on. Against such an opponent though, this was still no guaranteed victory. Becky made her way to the pool of oil, her enormous breast bouncing and barley contained by the skimpy, purple bikini top. She walked with the silent determination of one prepared to do what it takes to win. If she was weakened by her orgasmic experience earlier, she showed no signs of it. The experienced fighter was adorned in tattoos that cover her legs, arms, collar bone and lower belly. Her hair was vibrant purple, which she wore long in a sidecut style on her left side. While she stood roughly the same height as the farmgirl, she was even more curvaceous. Her proportions were a point of pride and often acted as an enticement or intimidation to her opponents. The huge breasts were further accentuated by her large areolas, that the thin strips of fabric that made up her top, could not hide. No matter how you looked at it, Becky was one tough cookie. A feeling of concern began to grow in Faye. She was acting way too cool for someone about to take part in a sexfight and already down one orgasm. Was her plan not enough? “No way she’s not feeling it,” the farmgirl thought to herself. “She’s just putting on a brave front. That’s gotta be it.” Almost as if in answer, Becky held up her hand and gestured for Faye to bring it. Manuela, the referee for the match could tell already that there were going to be fireworks in this match. As she tried to go over the rules, the fighters paid her no mind. Both stood, their gaze affixed upon one another.

Lexy Bennett