Cherry Bomb Sayumi Arai Vs The Pink Bomber Aisha Love [Hardstyle Hentai]

Her breath and lips on her neck, the touch of her hand on her soft breast, face turning red as her breathe became hot and body bothered. Her breasts would mold to Sayumis's hand, plump like balloons that were soft to the touch. Aisha's gamble had failed her, now with the tables turned and her opponent in control to do so, Aisha's moans would echo out, feeling hands search around her body.

Aisha was at disadvantage, having taken off her clothing in a show of some form of trust and fairness to her opponent. This double edged sword while giving her full access of movement allowed Sayumi to have her way with the taller pinkette, especially in this sort of match.

Sayumi's cheeks took on a faint rosy hue as Aisha moaned under her touch. Her hand gently massaged the woman's pillow breast, feeling her nipple firmly press against her palm. She assumed she was doing good as the girl remained captivated and pacified as she curiously roamed her body, so she didn't dare change what she was doing. She pressed her lips to her collar and neck, lighting kissing and suckling at the girl.

Her hand which had been tracing a small circle around her navel slowly found it's way down along her body. It wasn't long before her hand slipped down between The Pink Bomber's legs to press down over the woman's sex. Timid at first, if she met no resistance here she would begin to slowly rub the girl up and down. She giggled softly, having fun with being able to really control the other girl, something that was mostly new to her.

"You like this?" She didn't sound as if she was trying to taunt Aisha at all, but trying to give her want felt best. She was unintentionally making it harder to really fight her being so kind, with a touch so heavenly. The change in both girls demeanor made this seem almost like it was less of a match. Her fingers would trace the soft divide between Aisha's legs, a small warning before she attempted to slip two fingers inside the girl.

Had appeared to have made a strategic mistake going for being completely now not in this fight, or well, you couldn't really call it a fight in much of a sense of the word as Sayumi was now playing with Aisha's body, having her way with her just like Aisha had previously only a few moments ago. The crowd was watching intently, less interested in the winner and more in show that they were getting, the hot lights making her body hot and sweaty.

As soon as that finger traced her folds, Aisha knew things weren't gonna be good, or well for her, though it would feel good. Then the finger made it inside her and all Hell broke loose as Aisha cried outs, feeling go inside of her body, getting a taste of what that she had done to her. Her weight slumped, moaning out as she attempted to push Sayumi down, to try and get some state of control back, but it felt so good, just wanting her to continue to some extent.

Sayumi cooed softly as her fingers slipped inside Aisha's warm interior expanse. She could feel the tight wet walls around her digits, thrilling as the woman within her grasp squirmed and mewled all because of what she was doing. She experimented gently with pressing her fingers in deep before drawing them out. Straight at first, but as she pumped her fingers into the girl she curled them ever so slightly to run her fingers up along the girl's velvety walls. As she became increasingly comfortable to finger the Pink Bomber, her pace gradually began to increase driven on by all the sounds of pleasure which slipped from her captive.

She kept a firm grip of Aisha's breast, using that to hang onto the woman as she bucked a bit, possibly to try and shake her off. It was an odd mix of resistance as the woman fought against her while at the same time becoming more relaxed, leaning back against the lavender haired temptress. "It's okay..." She slowly began to grind her breasts up against Aisha's smooth back, letting the girl feel her slightly stiff nipples drag along her skin. She giggled softly as she pressed her lips to the girls neck, suckling at her as she continued to fondle her breast.

"You put up a good fight, not it's time to relax." Sayumi affectionately nuzzled against the woman's neck and cheek as she puled the woman tightly against her. "Just let go... enjoy it."

Was slowly growing weaker and weaker, unable to fight to fight against Sayumi with the hard advantage she had now, with not a single thing in her way. She was drooling, mind numb to it all, tongue hanging out. A pool was forming under her, nothing but her own juices slowly trickling down her thighs from the aggressive fingering. She was so close, body so hot and bothered by pleasure that was being done to her.

It was then her nethers clenched around her fingers and Aisha wailed out, her climax and the first leg of the match was accomplished by her opponent in a messy fashion that gave cheers to the rather perverted audience, "...You... bi..." she said exhausted, barely able to move as she went limp, the rush of the orgasm taking her out of the loop.

Sayumi was enjoying herself thoroughly, finally starting to understand the allure of these sorts of matches. Feeling the fight just drain out of Aisha was something like anything else she had ever done. Granted, as a submission specialist, choking someone out or bending them at an odd angle was similiar, but this wasn't about bringing someone to a breaking point with pain. That alone made it far more interesting and fun for her. While she was a professional wrestler through and through, she had a soft spot for people, not wanting to really hurt them if possible. She didn't have to hold back here, and she loved it.

She had found a good rhythm as her fingers dipped in and out of The Pink Bomber, so much so she didn't even have to focus much of her attention on the task. Her adapting touch had found what seemed to drive the other woman on the most and latched onto it, repeating the process on a steady incline in pressure and speed. She spent more of her time playfully kissing and licking at the girl's neck or nipping experimentally at her ear lobe. Her other hand wrapped itself tighter around the woman, holding her close as her palm pressed itself to her other breast, giving it a small squeeze before massaging her palm down over the orb, pressing her hand down hard enough to manipulate the woman's nipple with each heavy rub. She had forgotten about the crowd, all her focus had been focused on Aisha, doing everything she could to make the girl squirm with delight.

Sayumi was snapped from her mild haze, lost in the moment as she felt Aisha tense up around her fingers followed by a warm gush. "Oh..." She couldn't help but giggle as her fingers gently curled up against Aisha from the inside, petting her softly as the woman bucked with each pulse of pleasure from her orgasm. "That's a good girl." She smiled proudly at herself, craning her neck to plant a big wet kiss on Aisha's cheek. "Hmm? What was that?" She blinked at whatever it was the other woman muttered out. She wasn't sure what it was suppose to be, so she took it as a complement for a job well down.  

Sayumi scooted backwards along the mat, cradling Aisha as she lowered the other woman to the canvas. It was time to try and win the match now, that was the rules after all. She crawled along side Aisha to lay herself down across the woman on a slight angle. Strangely enough, she had never pulled her fingers out from inside the woman. Rather than simply going for a straight pin, she had the bright idea to continue to work The Pink Bomber over as part of it, to try and keep her compliant for the whole count. "Don't worry, we're not done yet." Lowering herself down over top of her foe, she wrapped her lips around one of Aisha's perfect nipples and began to suckle at her. Once the last moments of the girl's climax had ended, she resumed pumping her fingers in and out again giving her no room to really recover.

The Referee settled down to the mat beside them, slapping their palm to the canvas. "One!"

Sayumi hummed cheerfully as she kissed and sucked at the woman's breast, reaching around with her fresh hand to grope the other firmly. She had become pretty comfortable with this in a relatively short time, almost entirely because of the friendlier atmosphere Aisha had given off in the tail end of their match. Had there been a more hostile air to their match, she doubtfully would have been this bold.

"Two!"

Was this to be it for Aisha as she came, body squirming as juices would flow out of her like a torrent. She was slowly losing focus, trying to remain conscious, but now such a processes was becoming far harder to maintain as she was slowly losing consciousness. The wet popping sound of Sayumi's fingers and the sucking from her breast echoed throughout the ring, leaving Aisha unable to regain a proper footing in the match and leaving her near breathless.

She mentallly scolded herself for giving her opponent an uneccessary advantage. Although it had been a showing of good sportsmanship, she had taken way to far and in the end made it far more easier for Sayumi to take the upper hand. Limp and tired, she could hear the slow thud of a hand hitting the mat as her shoulders were pushed down to the mat in a pinfall attepmt.

"Three!"

The match was over and the bell rung, Aisha unable to make the kick out attempt and had instead passed out, unable to continue the match whatsoever as she slowly went into unconsciousness, legs splayed out for all to see in a rather embarassing fashion. This was a worse defeat than the time she had to wear a bunny girl outfit.

She was pretty proud of herself for turning things around. There had been some early close calls, but she had managed to wear Aisha down to the point it hadn't mattered. If all went well, she had this in the bag. This had been pretty fun, and continued to be as she almost casually suckled at the pinned woman, slipping her fingers in and out of her.

There was no resistance left, just the slow steady clap on the mat. As the final hand hit she finally lifted her head, lips popping off the Pink Bomber’s saliva soaked nipple. She pulled her hands back, throwing when high with a cheer. “Yay! I did it~!” She was so happy.

Leaning back down she went to give Aisha a hug. “Good match, that was fu- oh… ooooh…” She stared at the passed out girl, lightly poking her in the side of the boob, making her jiggle a bit. “I… think I went overboard?” She looked to the referee, who shrugged unhelpfully.

Eyeing Aisha she half smiled. “Thanks for the match.” Even if she couldn't hear her, it only felt right. With that she pushed herself up and celebrated a bit. Once she had soaked in the reaction the crowd was giving her and unintentionally gave them some prime footage of her hopping up and down she collected her top and made her way out as the referee tended to Aisha. She made a mental note of the Pink Bomber's attire for the match, curious if she could make something like that for down the road on her sewing machine.

Aisha would wake up with the help of the referee, whom had brought her a small blanket to cover herself. Her legs were still dripping and it was hard to walk as the crowd gawked and watched her collect clothing before heading back up the ramp to the stage, having somewhat of a hard time trying to get back to the ring as her legs were still rather weak from being fingered so hard. Another defeat under her belt.