Helena Locke And Remy Raine – Lesbian – Anal – Blonde – Mature – Wrestling – Bikini – Scissoring – Sixty-nine – Strap On – Masturbation – Face Sitting – Efl

Title: “Bodyslams and Burying the Bone: A Lesbian Locker Room Fantasia”

In the sultry locker room, steam from the showers fogged the air. Helena Locke and Remy Raine, two blonde bombshells in skimpy competition bikinis, towelled off after their heated wrestling match. Sweat glistened on their toned, tanned bodies. Both women eyed each other hungrily, primal lust simmering under the surface.

Helena, the couple years Remy’s senior but no less a lioness, swaggered over to her. “So Rainesy, you think wrestling has ended, hmm?” she purred, trailing a finger down between Remy’s ample breasts. “Or are we just getting started?”

Remy gulped, nipples stiffening under Helena’s touch. “I never back down from a challenge, Lockey. On or off the mat.” She grabbed a fistful of Helena’s blonde locks and yanked her head back. “But you did put up one hell of a fight out there. A bit of post-match ‘refuelling’ might help you relax.”

Helena grinned wickedly, groping Remy’s pert ass. “Mmm, I like the way you think. Although I bet we’ll both need much more than ‘a bit’.” She spun Remy around and shoved her against the lockers, mashing their breasts together as she ground her crotch into Remy’s firm buttocks.

Remy gasped and panted. “Christ, Lockey, you know just how to push my buttons!” She turned her head and thrust her tongue in Helena’s mouth, the resumed groping and grinding intensifying. Their hands roamed ribbed abs, squeezing flexed glutes, pinching hardened buds.

Breaking the heated kiss, Helena said breathlessly, “On the mats, now. I want those incredible legs wrapped around me.” She took Remy’s hand and led her to the padded floor, laying the younger woman down. Straddling Remy, she trapped her wrists and began a searing trail of bites and licks down her body.

“Fuck yes, Helena! Bite me harder, we’ve got marks on us already,” Remy demanded, hips rutting up instinctively. Helena growled, sucking hard on Remy’s peaked nipple before crushing her lips to Remy’s again. Their tongues dueled, teeth sank into lips, fingernails scored muscular backs.

Thoroughly aroused and panting similarly, they traded fierce kisses and squeezes for a few minutes before Helena noticed the strap-on Remy was wearing under her bikini bottoms. “Mmm, planning ahead, I see,” she purred. “Double your pleasure, double my fun.”

Using her whole triangle, Helena skillfully massaged Remy’s swollen, exposed clitoris. Remy cried out, thighs trembling. Then just as she was cresting, Helena pulled away, smirking. “Bastard! You’re enjoying making me wait, aren’t you?” Remy accused. “Well, two can play at that game.”

She kneed Helena’s crotch, making the elder vixen yelp. Then she flipped their positions, grinding her strap-on into Helena. “Bet you’ve got a slick spot there, Miss Lockey. Let’s find out.”

With strong fingers, Remy ripped off Helena’s bikini bottoms. “Holy shit, Remy! I don’t need you to– Oh fuuuuck,” Helena’s protests turned into a moan as Remy’s tongue snaked out and took long licks, every nerve lit up with ecstasy. The straps tickled her thighs as Helena’s hips undulated.

Remy feasted on Helena’s dewy rosebud, savoring the taste of her arousal. She drove her tongue deep into slick heat, felt it spasming around the intrusion. “Love how hungry your little snatch is for it,” she gloated. Remy withdrew her tongue to lazily circle Helena’s throbbing bud. Bending it around the stiff flesh, she began a steady suck.

“Oh god yes, suck it hard! Fuck, I’m going to cum so hard on your tongue, Remy,” Helena gasped, hands fisting in Remy’s blonde tresses to hold her in place. Remy focused her oral attention on the sensitive tissue surrounding Helena’s clit, suckling and flicking it with the tip of her tongue while plunging two fingers inside.

Sensing Helena was close, Remy withdrew her fingers, drawing a frustrated whine from her tormentress. “Aww, did my big strong bistard leave you empty?” Remy taunted. She flipped around, positioning her strap-on at Helena’s entrance. Wrapping her legs around Helena’s waist, she used her well-toned abs to reverse her hips, pushing the dildo in deeper with each thrust.

Helena threw her head back, crying out in bliss. “Mmmm-Rem- your crazy hip motions…just…waiting to rupture… Release it all! Let it flow!” Helena panted, fingers digging crescents into the supple buttocks as she thrust up.

Remy slammed down, dildo battering through gushing folds. The stuffed wetness clenched, milking the latex cock relentlessly. A scream tore from Helena’s throat as she squirted her release, gushing over Remy and the mats. Remy shuddered through her own climax, collapsing onto Helena’s heaving chest after riding her. They laid there, panting heavily and laughing in the aftermath.

“Damn, girl, you really busted my nut! If we wrestle like this every week, sign me up!” Helena declared. She booped Remy’s button nose. “You’re not so bad in the bedroom either, if you ever wanna skip the mat for a mattress.”

Remy smirked. “Champagne taste and a beer budget, eh Lockey? Still, a fair trade – your cock made my knees weak and my pussy hablaraboobah eager. Maybe we’ll take this to yoga next week. In the meantime, you’re for real gonna have to come spot me lift, because I’ll be too weak from squishing these bod!”

And with that outrageous quip, all hopes of semblance of clean movements or maybe after that got displaced. They held each other tight, both giggling sleepily, bodies molded perfectly together, admiring through swollen eyes with just one lingering stare, each that the other was always so special in many ways and nobody realized that somehow Helena would ever see the girl that was Remy as such an important girl, in and of herself, and maybe she deserves it, maybe she would get to have everything based on all her daughter general and one lesser son qualities now that she had her in her life