Hentai Swimsuit Battle! Yvette vs. Sayuri

Sayuri's words made Yvette realize that they were still outside of the ring, so unfortunately for her any pins or submissions she did here would not count. The French girl smiled sheepishly. "We've gotten pretty messy haven't we?" she said, "Tell you what, promise you won't attack me and I'll let you get up. We can get back into the ring and finish the match. Sounds good?"

Yvette would slowly push herself off of Sayuri, letting the smaller girl get up out of the muddy sandy pit they were lying in. They were both completely covered in gritty sand, which had gotten into every fold of their swimsuits and every crevasse of their bodies due to fighting for so long. Yvette winced in discomfort as the rough sand rubbed her everywhere as she moved.

"This isn't going to work," Yvette said as she got to her feet. She decided what was left of her swimsuit would be too troublesome to wear, especially considering how much sand was caught in the material. She grabbed the sides and pulled down, quickly stripping it off her body and revealing her naked form. With a little grin on her face, Yvette tossed her suit at Sayuri, aiming to hit the girl right in the face with the dirty clothing as she was getting up, before making her way back to the ring and rolling in under the bottom ropes.

"Okayyy."
Sayuri answered like a cat would with a meow as she took some deep breaths as she was now no longer mounted and pressed down. Up until she saw how Yvette finally got rid of her swimsuit to show everyone how she looked without any clothes.

The Japanese would raise her head as she took a good look at the curvy yet fit body of Yvette but kept on lying to honor their pact. The French girl only *lacked* a little bit of breasts to get a 10/10 on some random geek internet scale, but she was everything a perverted wrestling girl like Sayuri would expect in a wrestling ring.
"Aha!"
Sayuri managed to raise her hands just before her face before she was hit by the swimsuit Yvette directly aimed at her. Which finally made her sit up and stand up quickly.
"Uhu. You think you can outperform me by getting naked voluntarily. Well, tough luck Yvette-chan. It isn´t going to work that way!"
Sayuri declared proudly before stepping into the ring, slowly and seductively stripping herself from her own swimsuit. Before tossing it back in the sand with a foot. Then she would step right against Yvette to get the feeling of her body once again.

Yvette grinned and stuck out her tongue at Sayuri as the girl protested, first from getting the swimsuit thrown into her face and then from getting shown up by Yvette's little striptease. The French girl got treated to a beautiful sight as the smaller Japanese girl stripped out of her swimsuit as well, finally revealing her pretty nude body to Yvette. Like the French girl, Sayuri was slender and had small breasts, and she was overall smaller in every way. To Yvette, it was like looking at a slightly miniaturized version of herself.

But despite her size Sayuri was still plenty strong, as she demonstrated by charging Yvette and pressing their bodies together. The French girl almost got overwhelmed by her opponent's enthusiasm, sliding back a little on the wet canvas. The crowd cheered wildly as the two fighters now fought nude, turning the water sprayers to max power to blast their bare skin, which also helped wash the sand and grit from their bodies.

Yvette hardly noticed though as she was busy strugfling against Sayuri. She managed to catch herself before falling, and was now pushing back with her entire front, pressed up tightly against the smaller Japanese girl's body. "Your body feels great Sayuri," Yvette said, "But it feels better underneath me!" With that, the French girl would try to snake her leg behind Sayuri's and take the Japanese girl down onto the wet mats, falling with her to land on top and squashing the smaller girl beneath her larger frame!

It would have been an interesting question if Sayuri was more glad that she was washed by the ice cold water or if she was shocked because she was hit by sprays of ice cold water again. But she was much too heated by the close body to body contact with Yvette to think about such sideway stuff. Instead she could feel how her resolute approach nearly managed to cut into the resolve of her opponent and that made her even more eager to finally dominate the feisty French.

"How do you know if we do not try it the other way?"
She asked with a devilish grin while she tried to use her superior ring intelligence and technics to use the tactic of Yvette against her by grabbing her quickly around the waist and twist their way downward so that it would be a belly to belly suplex instead of her being the bottom again. In any way, she was already satisfied with the result before it even started.

Yvette gasped when Sayuri grabbed her around the waist as well, twisting and reversing the takedown as they both fell. "Guh!" the French girl gasped as Sayuri's weight came down on top of her. They landed with a splash in the cold water pooling in the center of the ring, with Yvette on bottom and Sayuri on top. The fall had been unexpected and quite hard for the French girl, stunning her after she hit the mat. It didn't help that Sayuri's weight pressed down from above, squashing the air out of the French girl's slender body.

"Ahhh~ you got me," Yvette let out a cute groan. She was in a bad position, with Sayuri on top ready to take advantage of her while she was at her most vulnerable. Yvette tried to push the smaller Japanese girl off of her, but she hadn't recovered at all from the fall. Would Sayuri get pushed off so easily by Yvette's weak struggles?

"Oh yes, I do."
Sayuri did not really care if Sayuri was mocking her or making fun of her or kind of submitted for the moment, but she soon felt how weak the attempt to push her off were and that fired her on very much.

"Haaaahh."
She moaned in anticipation when their nipples finally met totally nude as she dropped down her not so impressive weight on the other girl, bending her head down to love bite one of the nipples of her opponent for a moment. Then she would try to take her chance and dominate Yvette after the sand round had more or less gone to the girl, she would look to get a grab of the wrists of the French and pin them hard to the ground over her head with an audible *bam* and flying water to show her dominance before her legs were looking to grapevine the counterparts of the other girl with the goal to align their sexes and push her down there too.
"Submit to me, Yvette-chan. Submit!"
She encouraged the other girl with both demand and desire.

Sayuri wasn't getting off so easily, it seemed, as the smaller girl pressed her full weight down into Yvette's body, forcefully holding the French girl flat on her back. Yvette's arms got grabbed and pinned above her head, with Sayuri being surprisingly rough when she slammed Yvette's wrists down upon the wet canvas. Yvette tried to kick with her legs, only to find Sayuri wrapping her shorter legs around the French girl's long slender limbs and trapping them in a grapevine, spreading her open and bringing their pussies back into contact.

"Aaahhh~" Yvette let out a soft moan as her still very heated and aroused pussy brushed against Sayuri's sex once more. Her opponent ground her entire body against Yvette, making the French girl moan in both pleasure and discomfort. Yvette needed to break free quickly, otherwise the already tired French girl was going to be ground down. At least she wasn't cold anymore, due to their close contact.

"Make me!" Yvette said defiantly. She still had fight left in her, especially since she knew she could take Sayuri and best her. Yvette pushed up and locked Sayuri's lips in a tight kiss, hoping that would distract the girl long enough for her to kick one of her legs free. If she was successful, she would plant her foot down and push up as hard as she could, trying to flip them over and reverse their positions, with her on top giving Sayuri a nice long stretch while grinding down upon her nude form!

Sayuri was for some reason probably not really herself in this fight, at least not from a tactical point of view. Despite her energic approach she was falling into the same trap once again and had sought the probably mot disadvantageous position she could be in, right on the ground. Maybe it was her desire to dominate the other girl here, or maybe it was her wish to please her hedonist desires as Barbara was not here and would surely watch this later.

So despite her best effort, Yvette freed her leg, but Sayuri was holding tight on her wrists when they were changing positions again. But this would not go just so in her mind, so she would raise her knee between the legs of the French in an attempt to impale the sex of Yvette with her own movement energy.
"Ufh!"
She groaned when she was now in the bottom position.

Yvette let out a small inward sigh of relief when she managed to flip Sayuri over. Getting the dominant position was idea for the French girl, as she was a bit bigger and heavier than her opponent. She could use that advantage to bully Sayuri around, hold her down and fuck her silly. It worked outside the ring quite well, and there was no reason why it wouldn't work this time.

That is, until Yvette felt Sayuri's cool wet knee press right up against her sex. The French girl didn't lower herself down fast enough to cause a great impact upon the hard bone, but it still caught her pussy wide open and fully exposed. Yvette let out a low moan as she slid down Sayuri's thigh, her wet sex spreading open and grinding all the way down Sayuri's leg as the French girl lowered herself on top of the Japanese girl. Her pussy was well lubricated, meaning it didn't chafe, but that honestly made things worse as pleasure shot through Yvette's body from the friction.

"Ahhh haaaa~" Yvette couldn't help but let out a long moan of pleasure. Her cheeks turned bright red and her mouth hung open, the French girl panting from the unexpected sensation emanating from her crotch. Still, she refused to give in and let Sayuri take control, firmly pressing her body down upon the Japanese girl's, pushing their small breasts together to hold her down chest to chest. Yvette reached out with her hands to grab onto Sayuri's wrists to pin her down onto the mats, and she attempted to snake her own leg in between Sayuri's thighs to give her a taste of the same pleasure Yvette felt!

Although her plan, much to her satisfaction, did work very well when she heard the reaction of Yvette, she was in deep trouble and she knew it. Her greed for domination had actually made her careless and too bold, and now she was struggling heavily in the grasp of the French girl to avoid getting shut down again although she also knew that she had not much time left until her pathetic strength would be used up all together and she would be the willing plaything of her opponent.

"Ah! Uhm!"
The counterattack of Yvette weakened her already so much that despite her attempt to stem against it and her upper body pressing heavily against the counterpart of the other girl, her hands were pinned down on the mat.