AV 14 Swiss Miss Strip Match for the Hentai Title: Natasha Loclear Vs. Marisa Evans

Not wanting to waste any time after managing to get Natasha's blouse off, Marisa was reaching for the vulnerable woman's breasts, about to finally start the kind of offense she was more at home with.

However, Natasha may have been more naked now, but it didn't mean she was helpless. Her leg slid between their bodies and then pushed out, pushing Marisa off of Natasha. Skidding along in the chocolate, the model was pushed backwards a short distance from the European.

Natasha placed her right foot against Marisa's stomach and with one solid push drove the woman back, the chocolate helping to get some distance between them as the woman slid across the slick desert giving Natasha some room to breathe. The Frenchwoman shifted back onto her knees facing the model with a smile on her lips despite now wearing only her stockings and she was fairly sure they weren't counted as part of the dirndl, meaning if she came now she would lose the match. She had to get the blouse off of Marisa and quickly otherwise she was in trouble.

Moving forward carefully so as not to slip Natasha tried to get within a few feet before lunging after the model, her hands reach out for her shoulders to try and push her backwards until she was pinned against the ropes. Natasha would then rip at the blouse to get it off of her at long last, leaning down to lick at the woman's breasts.

The platinum haired woman grinned as Natasha came at her with a lunge. All it would take would be a quick sidestep and Natasha would fall face down in the gooey chocolate, vulnerable to Marisa's counterattack.

She started to slide to the side, and then her foot skidded out from under her. It was only a momentary slip, but Marisa was unable to dodge her opponent. Natasha barreled into her, pressing her into the ropes at the side of the ring. The sound of ripping cloth caused her to look down. The sight of her bare breasts greeted her, before Natasha's tongue licked along them drawing a low groan from the model.

Pinned against the ropes, Marisa couldn't escape. But she could still rally back. Her leg slid up between Natasha's legs, her thigh rubbing against her sex. Marisa's hands reached up clasping her foe's wrists to try and prevent her from using her talented hands and fingers.....

A soft thud emanated outward from the two women as they collided near the side of the ring with their full mounds flattening outward as they came together, the chocolate feeling hot between them as it was further smeared over their bodies. It was the Frenchwoman who had the advantage however and soon Marisa had her back to the ropes with Natasha pressing against her, nipples pressed together in a firm embrace while Natasha tore at the thin fabric of the woman's blouse until it was in pieces on the floor. The crowd cheered as the two women were now essentially naked, only their stockings left though those did nothing to protect their modesty, and Natasha saw an opportunity to press the attack.

Leaning down she ran her tongue around the base of each of Marisa's breasts, starting with the right mound she ran her tongue inward in a swirling pattern until she could wrap her lips around the nipple, gripping it tightly between them as she tugged on it until it slipped from her mouth. Natasha then moved over to work upon the left breast when she felt Marisa's leg sliding up along her inner thigh to her sex, rubbing back and forth and drawing a long moan from Natasha as a reward.

She kept Marisa pinned up against the ropes however and closed her thighs tightly around Marisa's invading leg, keeping it nicely trapped while she continued to enjoy the taste of chocolate mixed with Marisa's tits.

Marisa shivered in delight as Natasha's tongue ran along her breasts, licking chocolate off of her smooth skin as it went. Her purple maned opponent certainly had her at a disadvantage now, pressing her up against the ropes and then trapping her thigh.

Giving a husky groan as Natasha worked and worried her right nipple, she looked down at her foe as the pink bit of flesh was released. Deciding to try and strike, and get to a more favorable position, Marisa released Natasha's wrists, using her arms to try and wrap around her foe's head and draw her face into the valley between her mounds for a breast smother. While doing that, she would hook the leg that wasn't trapped between Natasha's thighs behind one of the European's own and pull, trying to cause Natasha to fall over backwards into the chocolate covered mat.

Entranced as she was by Marisa's luscious mounds Natasha found herself making art with her tongue as she slid it along the chocolate drenched flesh, starting with a simple swirling design but quickly turning it into a pleasant network of crossed lines that resembled a snowflake. She felt comfortable taking her time here as she had Marisa now on one leg with her back against the ropes, but it seemed Marisa was not to be counted out just yet as she pulled Natasha's head deeper into her breasts, the Frenchwoman mumbling into the woman's chest as she pushed against her stomach.

Before she realized what Marisa was trying to do Natasha felt herself falling backwards, landing on her back with the chocolate splashing over her once again.

Marisa needed to go on offense, and now seemed as good of a time as any. Hoping that her opponent was still disoriented from the tumble she took, the model slid down Natasha's chocolate covered body.

Once down between Natasha's legs, the former champion would try to grab and fold them upwards while taking a seat, trying to trap her in a sitout pin. Then, Natasha would feel Marisa's deft tongue against her nethers, licking along the lips of her pussy, moaning from the combined taste of chocolate and the female sex, two of her favorite flavors....

The back of Natasha's head bounced off the mat hard during her landing, her vision blurry as she wiped the chocolate out of her eyes only to end up obscuring her eyesight even worse. After cleaning her fingers with her tongue Natasha cleared her eyes of the desert just in time to see Marisa down between her legs, folding the Frenchwoman's legs inward as she sat down on top of her in a pinning position.

The match wouldn't end from a pin but what had Natasha was worried was how exposed she felt, Marisa wasting no time in proving those fears well founded as she plunged her head down between Natasha's legs and began to devour her chocolate drenched sex. Memories of how skilled the woman was with her tongue came flooding back to her from their first match together and Natasha couldn't help but shudder underneath Marisa, fighting back her body's urge to moan as best she could until after only a few seconds she let out her first of several drawn out pleasured cries.

Once she finished licking the chocolate from Natasha's sex, Marisa went to work in earnest. Using her hold on Natasha's legs, the model kept her folded up, but spread open her legs, further exposing her delicious womanhood.

Focusing on her opponent's clitoris, Marisa's mouth was a flurry of activity. First she licked up and down the lips of Natasha's womanhood, her tongue coming close to, but never quite touching her clitoris. It even darted inside the European's sex, sampling the taste of her depths for a few brief moments as it writhed about.

Then she withdrew her tongue, focusing on the pink pearl of Natasha's sex. First a quick breath was blown across it, followed by a few soft kisses. Then the former champion's tongue fluttered up and down it with quick strokes, then altered to fast tight circles as she renewed the acquaintance between Natasha's sex and her talented lips and tongue.

Natasha's mind was a haze as she fought against the waves of pleasure coursing through her body with each minor movement of Marisa's tongue over her sex, straining her body to shut her legs but the model had a firm grip on them and try as she might Natasha couldn't close them. She was completely exposed but rather than take full advantage of her from the very beginning Marisa went about teasing Natasha who could feel the woman's tongue sliding along her outer labia, drawing close but never touching her stiff clitoris.

The few times Marisa' tongue slid into her sex were quick but powerful, Natasha arching her back and grinding her pussy against the model's face in the process. Once she had her riled up Marisa turned her attention to Natasha's throbbing clit, her deft tongue sliding over it faster and faster until Natasha wasn't even thinking about escape as she struggled just to hang on. Looking for anything she could do to resist Marisa the Frenchwoman brought her hands up and grabbed onto the first things she could, Marisa's full breasts. Her fingers dug deep into the firm flesh of the woman's mounds, pinching Marisa's stiff nipples between her fingers as she fought to hold on.