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

Marisa's lips curved upward in a smile as she heard the Moon Princess moan her name. She figured the moment she lived for in these hentai contests was almost at hand. The moment in which someone's will to win could no longer hold out against the rising tide of lust and arousal.

She leaned forward, seeking to get a better look at her opponent's face, taking her hands off of the mat.
That's when Azami suddenly shifted her weight to the right rolling them over. All aspects of the move suddenly turned around on Marisa. The model's clit and Azami's switched places, with the model's love pearl firmly pressed between the lips of the Japanese woman's sex.
"Oh...god!" Marisa cried out from her face down position on the mat as she felt exquisite pleasure racing through her sex. as the crowd cheered Azami's reversal!

"Oohh..." Azami moaned as she felt Marisa's bud pressed against her sex due to the turnover.

Not to waste any more seconds, she began to rock her hips back and forth, up and down, in order to catch up with her own arousal. This position gave her more advantage, but the tribbing itself was always a double edged sword. Azami needed to establish her own rhythm and force Marisa to ride along with her in order to make the girl came first, and that's what she's planning. It wouldn't be easy, but it's her only option as it was.

"Ah... ahh... g-give it up, Marisa-san...!" said Azami between her own moaning.

"Not....ohh...gonna happen!" the American cried out.
Arousal continued to build for Marisa as she struggled within the reverse hold. She moaned as her sex coated Asami's with her juices. Her platinum hair flew about wildly as she shook her head back and forth, trying to block out the mounting pleasure. Her hips moved back against Asami's in a vain attempt to try and gain separation, but their locked legs made getting a break impossible at this point!

"Mmmhh...!" Azami couldn't really reply or taunt Marisa anymore as she was too occupied with the sensation between her legs.

She continued to grind her sex against the champion's, even starting to draw circles with her own in order to subdue her opponent. Her own orgasm was also building up with each stroke, but Azami knew she couldn't stop. She didn't want to. The pleasure was already spread through her body that she couldn't get enough of it. She might be heading towards the edge, but she's going to make sure that Marisa also tag along with her!

"Haaa... I... I won't lose..."

"Unnhh! Nnnoo..." Marisa gasped.
She could feel the familiar rush of her body heading towards orgasm. And after all she had been through Marisa knew it was going to a spectacular one.
The model no longer tried to pull away, sensing it was futile. Instead, she used the circling of Asami's hips, the motion that was providing such exquisite ecstasy that the juices of her womanhood were flowing like a river, as well as her own motions, to try and roll them over again, putting the two women back in the original face up position!

Azami never really tried to maintain the more dominant position in the tribbing as she was too focused in making Marisa experience an orgasm before her. Therefore it wasn't that much of a surprise when the model managed to turn them around again, and it didn't concern her too much like before. Azami was sure that Marisa was just about as aroused as her at the very least, so the girl might not be too focused on the wrestling part of the match.

It was a gamble, but Azami decided to grind herself against Marisa as much as she could before the model would try to take advantage or anything. Maybe if she could keep Marisa aroused, the girl would be too disrupted to come up with a strategy.

"Aaaaahaaa..." Azami moaned loudly as she felt she could barely hold on anymore.

Marisa continued to roll them until they were finally on their backs. However the changing of positions caused the clits of the dueling women to rub together. The sensation was intense and it overwhelmed the American's already fading control. As they rolled, Marisa climaxed, her hips bursting into a flurry of frenzied thrusts as her sex squirted it's juices over and into Asami's womanhood!
"Ahhhhh....oh... god.....OH AZAMI!"

"Aaaahhh Marrrrissaaaa...!!" Azami cried ecstatically as the model's orgasm also triggered her own, her juices flowing from her sex to meet her opponent's.

She rolled her head back as she felt her whole body shuddering. A climax while rolling over like that surely add a nice spice to it. Azami panted heavily, her body felt heavy after the last climax and she gradually began to drop onto her back. For the time being, she couldn't really focus her attention to Marisa or even the match. Her womanhood was all wet, her juices and the champion's mixed after their almost simultaneous burst. The ecstasy was just too irresistible to ignore even if right now she could have left herself pretty vulnerable if Marisa recovered first...

"Oohh... s-soo goodd..."

The ref knelt down, examining the positioning of the panting women. Marisa's eyes fluttered as she let out a quiet moan, her hips giving a slight quiver. Seeing that both women were still joined at the groin, locked in a trib position, and both had thiet shoulders down, she raised both of her hands, then brought them down at the same time.

"One!" she called, starting the count for both Marisa and Azami!

Azami heard the ref started counting. It's probably for her as her whole body was down on the mat. Marisa didn't seem like moving either, though, so could it be the count was for both of them? She groaned, trying to gather whatever left of her strength to force herself getting up. All her hard work would ended up wasted if she was counted out. A draw might be the likely result too, but something told her that it wouldn't be that simple.

"Uuhhh..."

She heard the count moved to two shortly, and doubled her effort, pushing the mat sluggishly just to raise her shoulders. That's all she needed for now, for her shoulders to be up. Her body almost felt like lead, but she did it somehow.