Kaylee Rush vs. Makoto Aihara - Sensual Orientation

Makoto was smiling on the outside, but it wasn’t quite as wide and happy as before, and inside things were getting a bit more serious. Those were slick moves Kaylee had pulled off. The Judo Babe was starting to get a better feel for her opponent, and she wasn’t sure she liked what she saw. Kaylee was looking to be good in a lot of areas she wasn’t - speed, agility, strikes. All reasons she would’ve liked to shut this down sooner rather than later.

”Oh, right!” Makoto nodded and started to move back, getting back into her stance once more. ”Same to you! Stay sharp!”

Makoto decided to try something a little different than a grapple this time. She edged her way in, then leaped out and threw a chop with the side of her hand, aiming it for the side of Kaylee’s head, trying to test her guard.

With Makoto edging her way in, Kaylee naturally assumed the Judo Babe was being cautious and going for another lock up, maybe to do another take down. Willing to take the risk, Kaylee decided to rush in to close the distance, intending on taking Makoto down herself...

...that turned out to be a bad idea, as Kaylee got a hard chop to the side of her head for her trouble, forcing a yelp out of her, spots bursting in her vision, forcing her to stagger back, left wide open as she tried to shake her head clear.

Judo wasn't exactly known for its strikes, but some often took to mean Makoto couldn't do any. As Kaylee promptly demonstrated, that was far from the case.

The blow left her well stunned, but Makoto was far from satisfied with that. This was where her wrestling training came into play - she could've brought Kaylee to the mat with all kinds of throws, but right now she wanted her opponent in the corner, and she had one move for that.

While Kaylee moved back, Makoto moved forward and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back. She gave the arm a hard tug, twisted around, and tried to send her off running to the far corner of the ring, throwing her full weight into the Irish Whip. Not something she did often, but with someone her own size, it should work just fine.

All these damn fuzzy spots going through her vision...hey, that one kinda looked like Batman...were not doing anything to help lessen the one sided ass kicking that she had barely been escaping so far, and from how hard Makoto grabbed her wrist and yanked her, it wasn't about to get easier.

The hard throw sent a dizzy Kaylee full speed towards the corner turnbuckle, barely able to see and unable to stop herself, the slim American smashed into it chest first, falling to one knee and coughing, one hand tenderly rubbing where her boob had hit the turnbuckle.

"Owww...tender..."

Makoto moved after Kaylee as soon as she was off, staying just close enough to immediately capitalize after she hit the turnbuckle. She’d been expecting her opponent to turn around and hit it with her back, as most wrestlers did, but instead she just crashed into it with her chest. None too pleasant, and not what Makoto had expected.

But it was acceptable. She could and would work with this.

Coming from behind, Makoto reached around Kaylee’s neck with both arms and tried to close in on her with a tight sleeperhold. At the same time, she tried to wrap her legs around the younger wrestler’s waist, looking to squeeze away on two fronts and erase any resistance.

"EEP!"

While unable to properly see at the moment, the bikini clad Kaylee quickly realized she was in trouble when Makoto's arms went around her neck, squeezing tightly, quickly followed by her slim and sexy legs wrapping themselves around her waist, quickly cutting off her air supply.

"Shit!"

Kaylee reached out, desperately trying to grab the ropes while she was still close...only for the extra weight from Makoto's body pulling her back, taking them just out of her reach, as she fell to the mat, groaning and already starting to wheeze, the Judo Babe's powerful legs crushing her slim waist!

"N-No...not...like this..." She gasped, kicking her legs in protest and desperately trying to tug at her arms in legs, in a futile gesture to escape!

As Kaylee squirmed about and kicked and fought, Makoto was reminded of the reason she tended to avoid this move. Having a hot, nubile woman in her grasp would’ve been a vexing thing in any normal time, but it had been far too long since she’d felt any such touch. The way their hips ground against each other, the skin touching hers…

She shivered. She couldn’t help. It just happened.

Makoto shook her head and tried to hunker down, though she her grip loosened up for a moment. She didn’t want to knock Kaylee out, so she wasn’t putting too much effort into it - just enough to hurt, and bring the threat of unconsciousness.

To Kaylee's surprise, she felt Makoto's body shiver a little against her own, and the hold actually loosened up a bit. While it was still painful as hell, it wasn't as much a risk of choking her our as it was before.

Another wrestler would have ignored that little shiver and kept trying to escape the hold...but Kaylee had felt girls she had wrestled shiver like that before, and had a good idea of just what it meant...

Making sure her tight butt was pressed right up against Makoto's crotch, Kaylee bit back the pain of the hold and started rubbing, grinding her butt down against her opponent, trying to press herself back and let Makoto feel more of her!

Makoto was starting to regret not taking a shower before coming out here. A cold one.

She kept the hold on, but Kaylee wasn’t getting as weak as she’d like. If anything, her squirming was getting worse. More fluid. More rabid. The way her scantily clad butt was rubbing against her boy shorts felt good, there was no denying that. They were similar in size, but Kaylee’s body was more pleasing, less stocky, and she was thrusting back, and…

”H-hey!” Makoto’s blush came back in full force, and her hold became little more than a gentle embrace. ”What are you doing, stop that!”

It had been a long shot, but Kaylee's hunch was right. That had been a shiver of pleasure, one she had made other girls experience more than once in her short career. It always had an effect, and it was clear it was having quite an effect on Makoto, the Judo Babe blushing and greatly loosening her grip.

"Mmm...what's wrong baby? I thought you were enjoying it? Been a while since you had a little fun, huh?"

She said, grabbing at Makotos arms and, after taking them off her neck, grabbing her hands and place them on her breasts, forcing the Judo Babe to grope her through her slim bikini fabric, while grinding harder.

"Shame that heavy outfit of yours is in the way of some real fun..."