SS '14 Main Event Hentai Title Match: (C)Marissa Vs. Azami

Coming down on top of Azami, Marisa frowned as the Asian had managed to turn herself onto her belly during the fall. She had planned to transition from the double leg takedown and move into a trib position with her opponent, but Azami had unwittingly taken a defensive measure against that tactic. The American would have to switch to another tactic, and try to maneuver Azami into a better position.

Turning about so she faced towards Azami's feet, Marisa would take a hold of one of the Japanese woman's shapely legs by the ankle. Then she would lean back, looking to apply a single leg boston crab to her held foe.

Azami was a little dazed from her fall, giving Marisa the time she needed to grab her leg and applied the single leg boston crab. The blue haired girl yelped from the pain and began to squirm under her opponent. Given their position, if Marisa tried to put them into a trib position from here, she might be at the disadvantage here.

Her free leg would flail around in an attempt to distract Marisa, while she dragged herself towards the ropes to force a break. A sex to sex contact with the model sounded almost too delicious to pass on, but in a match like this, Azami knew that she must not be overwhelmed by the temptation.

Azami could definitely move when she had to, and Marisa smiled as she was brought along for the ride towards the ropes. But it was a journey the model planned to bring to a grinding halt.
With a grin, the platinum haired woman reached between Azami's legs, cupping her sex through her bikini bottoms. She eased back on the amount of force she was using to crank back on the Japanese vixen's held leg, instead merely using it as a handhold, as well as keeping it from trying to deflect her from her target.

Sliding her fingers up and down over Azami's pussy, the American looked back at the challenger.
"There you go, Azami, is that more to your liking?" she asked teasingly. "Or did you want....more?"
With that, her hand would move Azami's bikini bottoms aside, exposing her pussy to the warm air of Atlantic City. Then, Marisa would begin to rub her fingertips directly against the Moon Princess's clit, lightly stroking the pink pearl of her sex.....

"Ohh!" Azami moaned as she felt Marisa's touch on her crotch, halting her movement for a bit. "Mmm m-maybe not... at least not now...!"

It was no surprise at all that the model decided to add this little spice to her hold, but the sensation would never get old. She could feel Marisa pulled her bikini bottom aside, and knowing where this was heading to, Azami desperately tried to move closer towards the ropes, as much as she could.

"Ahn!" until the fingers on the clit made her jumped a bit and stopped. "O-oohh M-Marisa-saann...!"

Azami knew full well just how expert her opponent's fingers could be, and the stimulation to her clit from the model was something she had already acquainted with during their previous meeting. The princess writhed in pleasure, trying to reach the ropes as soon as she could even if her body felt like they're dragging itself backwards in order to prolong the sweet sensation between her legs.

Marisa continued to rub Azami's clitoris as the Japanese girl dragged herself towards the ropes. The closer they got, the more the champion teased the pink pleasure pearl, pressing her fingertips to it and stroking firmly.
"But it feels so good doesn't it, Azami?' she asked her opponent in a sultry tone.

She waited until Azami got just out side of arm's reach of the ropes. Then the model would suddenly slide two of fingers into the bared sex of the Japanese challenger. Pumping steadily and rapidly, Marisa tried to provide a stark contrast to the light touches and caresses that she was giving Azami's clitoris. The champion was hoping to stall Azami again with the change in sensation. If that happened, Marisa would stand up, sliding her fingers out of Azami's pussy and secure a two handed hold on the leg she held, and try to forcibly drag the Moon Princess back towards the center of the ring!

"It does..." Azami moaned in response to Marissa's teasing.

She was never the type who'd hide her feelings when it came to pleasure, not to mention that the model's fingers were just too good to that it'd be so obvious if she lied. Azami strengthened her resolve and reached for the ropes, only to be halted yet again when Marissa suddenly slipped her fingers into her sex.

"Ahn...!" Azami jumped from the sensation and began to squirm cutely as the champion pumped her digits fast in contrast to the previous teasing. "N-no! M-Marriissaaaa-saannn...!" she cried in ecstasy, her legs trying to tighten themselves unsuccessfully as she was brought closer and closer towards the edge. "Ooohhhh...."

Unable to move forward as her attention was focused in holding herself back from cumming, Azami was easily dragged back towards the center of the ring before she fully realized it. It was too late when she came to her senses, and the princess cold only claw helplessly on the mat to slow down Marissa even if she couldn't do much in her current state.

"No no no!"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes..." Marisa called back as she brought the Moon Princess back to the middle of the ring.

Once there, Marisa would grasp Azami's other leg, trying to flip the Japanese woman onto her back. If successful, the champion would go on the offensive, spreading Azami's legs open wide and stepping between them. With a smile down at the Asian, she would fit her still covered groin against the bared sex of her opponent's before lying on her side, looking to start a trib hold while the challenger was on her back.

If she could get the positioning she wanted, Marisa would begin to roll her hips, causing her bikini armored pussy to rub against Azami's.....

Azami was flipped over by Marisa without too much problem, and the next thing she felt was the champion's bikini clad crotch engaging her own. She let out a cry of pleasure and moaned shamelessly the moment Marissa starting to roll her hips and grind their sexes together. The clothes might have hindered the actual damage, but Azami was already so aroused by the model's continuous teasing that she knew she wouldn't be able to hold too long like this.

"Ooooooohhhh...!" the princess cried again, her voice rolled as she writhed helplessly in her predicament in front of the roaring crowds.

In a somewhat rare moment, Azami panicked. While she doubted than an orgasm could keep her down for three seconds, Marissa might not have to do much if she managed to force an orgasm from her like this. Her almost transparent bikini bottom was already soaked to the point it looked like she's wearing nothing down there. The overwhelming pleasure made Azami took a desperate measure and bring her foot onto Marissa's chest before shoving the other girl away from her. It's only then she remembered that there's a penalty for breaking a trib hold... which was an orgasm.

"Oh damn..." the princess muttered.

Marisa gave a grunt as Azami's foot pushed against her chest, shoving her away and breaking the hold. Despite that though, the model smiled, for she knew that by breaking the hold, her opponent just agreed to let herself be brought to orgasm.

Getting to her feet, Marisa reached down to pull Azami up to her feet by an arm.
"Come on, princess." she said. "You're about to call me queen."
Leading Azami to a corner, the blonde made her lean back against the turnbuckles. Pressing against her for a moment, Marisa let their breasts press together as she reached around to the challenger's back, undoing the knot holding her top in place, while her teeth lightly grazed Azami's ear. Leaning back, Marisa let the bikini fall to the floor, as her lips worked their way down the Japanese woman's body. Lightly grazing Azami's neck on the way down, she paused at one of Moon Princess's breasts long enough to take it's nipple between her lips, her tongue licking it with rapid movements for a moment before moving on. Squatting down, Marisa pulled down Azami's bikini bottoms, fully exposing the Asian's sex and leaving her nude. Taking one of her foe's supple legs, the model draped it over the second rope as she settled into a kneeling position. Kissing along the inside of the spread leg, the American's tongue traced it's way inward slowly towards Azami's pussy until, teasing and tempting until at last, her mouth met the lips of the Asian's womanhood.
"Now...let's see how long you last when I really go to work..." the champion said up to Azami.

Placing her lips upon Azami's clit, Marisa sucked on it heavily before her deft tongue began to flutter against the pink pearl with quick strokes. The model's hand reached up, massaging the girl's pussy before penetrating it with two of her slender fingers....

Azami groaned as she was pulled up and brought to the corner by Marisa. She was careless to forget the stipulation, but the model's expert work was also partly to blame for that. She sighed as Marisa began to strip her bikini while teasing her body at the same time, from grazing her ear to teasing her nipple. Azami began to moan as she couldn't resist the champion's advance due to the penalty, a perfect situation for Marisa to have her way on the princess.

"Mmmhhh..."

Her body felt a shiver as her legs draped over the ropes while Marisa kissing her thigh. She was helpless, and in this kind of situation, her submissive side would start to surface. Azami tried her best to contain herself but it's not an easy task when she knew there's nothing she could do to stop Marisa who already sucked on her clit.

"Ahhn...!" Azami moaned, her head rolled back while Marisa continued her assault by massaging her sex and inserted her fingers inside. "AAHHH!"

It was almost too much for the princess, and she nearly came from the insertion alone. Never before she felt so close to an orgasm within seconds after being teased like this.