AV 15 Hentai Title Kumis Match: Natasha Loclear(C) Vs. Sahar Abia "The Pharoah"

Sahar groaned as she was down on the mat filled with Kumis as she would attempt to get back up but before she could do so, she was kicked in her side, causing her to yelp out in pain.  The resulting kick would turn her over to her front and created another small splash.  The Pharaoh body was now totally covered in Kumis, yet maybe she could use the Kumis to her advantage, but first she would need to get back on her feet.  The crowd on the other hand was now cheering, loving the sight that the Pharaoh was covered in such a liquid.

"Hope you don't hold that against me, I tend to like my matches a bit...rough." Natasha said after Sahar came to a stop on her back, the woman groaning softly with her body slowly starting to move back to her feet. Sahar looked quite good drenched in the kumis and she found herself longing for a taste of this sweet milk drink. Natasha would drop down on top of Sahar, taking a seat on her stomach while her hands reached up to grab the woman's wrists. She just needed to overpower her now and get her pinned down, then some fun could begin.

Sahar groaned as she was down on the ground while listening to what her opponent had to say.  Before she could make her own remark in response, Natasha would grab Sahar wrist while sitting down on her stomach, putting the Pharaoh in a tough spot.  The Egyptian would now attempt to overpower her French opponent, but it was a bit tough to do at her current position, thus she decided to go with a different tactic.  Using her legs, she would attempt to hit Natasha back with her knee, trying to weaken her opponent so that she could eventually then turn her over and mount her.

For what Natasha had in mind next she needed to have a hand free but with her hands occupied holding down Sahar's wrists she would have to make do with what was availible to her. Grinning down at the struggling Pharaoh she made certain to keep the pressure on, not giving her an inch as Natasha lowered her body down over Sahar's first their breasts coming together in a slow, sensual rub but soon even their stomaches were pressed tightly together.

"Now I do wonder..." Her voice trailed off as she leaned her head down to run her tongue along Sahar's cheek, getting herself a taste of the kumis that surrounded them. It was every bit as interesting as she remembered, the exact taste one would associate with alcoholic milk though perhaps a bit sweeter, though that could have been Sahar's own taste flavoring it. "Not bad at all." She said while her body began to grind up and down over Sahar, Natasha focusing the pressure on the woman's breasts to see if she could get that swimsuit of hers to slide just enough to the sides.

Sahar had attempted to hit her opponent with a kick, but Natasha had managed to avoid the attack by laying down on the Pharaoh.  She could now feel their chest pressing down on each other as even their stomach's then made contact.  The purple hair wrestler would continue to resist, trying to free her hands from the iron-clad grip that Natasha had on them.  She then felt her opponent tongue run down her cheek before making a comment about how it wasn't bad.  “Well then, how about some seconds?” said the Pharaoh as she would then attempt to perform a headbutt on her counterpart.  She was hoping it would stun her opponent and allow her hands to escape.  If one headbutt didn't do the trick she would then attempt another.

"Hmm?" Natasha said inquisitively, wondering for a brief moment if Sahar had come around to her way of thinking only for that thought to vanish abruptly as the woman slammed her forehead up against Natasha's face. Her head snapped back from the force of the blow but she shook her head and continued grinding herself down over the Pharaoh, only for the second headbutt a few seconds later to force her to reconsider her plan of attack. Groaning Natasha rolled over off of the woman, dropping onto her back beside Sahar with her right hand hovering protectively over her aching face.

Sahar had managed to land a single headbutt on the Champion, but that didn't seem it was enough to get her opponent off her, thus she hit Natasha with a second headbutt, which finally made the French girl roll off her.  The Pharaoh would then take a moment to catch her breath before then trying to mount her opponent chest.  If successful she would then attempt to throw a fury of punches aimed at the champion head.  She knew this was a hentai match, but it would be much easier to win if she could weaken her opponent and make her defenseless before attempting to win the match in addition to also making it harder for Natasha to make a comeback.

The Pharaoh could be quite the headache, both figuratively and literally it seemed as Natasha had just discovered the hard way, the throbbing pain in her head proof of that fact. Laying on her back in the warm kumis Natasha raised a hand to her forehead to rub at her temples, trying to ease some of the pain at the worst time as Sahar was quick to climb on top of her. Coughing from the sudden weight pressing down on her chest she brought her hands to the woman's legs and began to push up, trying to unseat the woman until the first punch smashed into her face, forcing her head to snap sideways from the impact. Natasha gave up on trying to knock her off so she could guard against the blows to come, her arms raised over her face to spare her head from further hits like that one.

Being on top and now pounding away on the champion felt good, for once Sahar was dominating the match, something she found hard to do in this match and her previous one.  She attempted to throw a few more punches at Natasha's head, but the French wrestler put her arms up to guard against the attacks, making them not very effective.  Thus, the Pharaoh decided to go with a different tactic and attempted to throw a punch towards her blue hair opponent gut in hopes that would knock what remaining air was in her and make her vulnerable to more attacks. If her opponent lowered her guard, the Pharaoh would once again attempt another punch to the head, trying to focus her assault there.

Natasha's arms were throbbing beneath the relentless efforts of Sahar whose fists rained down upon her, forcing the Frenchwoman to stay on the defensive unless she wanted her face pounded in. Then came a lapse in the woman's assault that Natasha knew had to be a trap, Sahar trying to bait her into dropping her guard, she opened up her arms to see what the woman was up to only to then feel it as Sahar drove her fist into Natasha's stomach. The muscles in her midsection tensed up immediately from the sharp pain and Natasha dropped an arm down to guard against more of those shots, splitting her attention just as the Pharaoh wanted. The woman punished her with a dizzying shot to the head next, Natasha trying to turn her body to the side underneath Sahar to better protect herself.