Da Xia vs Felicia Fletcher (D) - Hentai Falls match

Lying on her side while grabbing her pained ribcage with one hand, Felicia coughed and gasped as all air had escaped her lungs when she got that elbow to her midsection. She had been the dominant party up to that point, but Da Xia wasn’t willing to just go out with just some taunts and insults, so the Chinese woman began retaliating. The true match was just starting, and given the personality of her rival Felicia was feeling that it wasn’t going to be a conventional hentai match but more like a catfight. The white haired was ok with that since in the short time she had been in that match she had grown to despise Da Xia.

From a kneeling position, Da Xia crashed into Felicia, and even before the white haired could react she was on her stomach and the Chinese one was on her back, wrapping one arm around her neck. Da Xia got Silver just where she wanted. Felicia tried jerking a little, but Da Xia wouldn’t concede her current position and the costraint on Felicia’s neck was just enough to punish her for every move. From there Da Xia got back to her cocky taunts as she slipped one of her hands inside of Felicia’s bodysuit, directly squeezing one of her breasts. Felicia cried in pain as she got surprised, now jerking her body to try and make her rival release her. “Uuuuungh! Wait until I get my hands on you, bitch!”

Laying on top of Felicia, Da Xia sneered as she felt the soft orb underneath her hand giving way to her, squeezing it tightly and smashing it's perky form to a more pathetic state. Her arm tightened around the neck, holding her foe in place as she tried to humiliate her as much as possible before moving on to something else. "You ain't going to get the chance bitch!" she screamed right back to Felicia as she dug her nails into the soft orb.

She would pull up on the neck, forcing Felicia to follow as her forearm was pulling up right into Felicia's neck and dictating a large amount of control over her opponent as her legs slipped forward, feet planting on the mat as Da Xia rose up to her feet while keeping Felicia on her knees. The cruel smile would widen on Da Xia's face as her hand pulled out of the suit, grabbing onto the opposite side and began to pull on it, trying to slip that side down Felicia's shoulder!

"You wanna dress like a slut!? Then how about you show off more of that skin of yours!?"

Felicia was in a pretty bad spot. There was no way around it. Da Xia had a position that granted her superiority and control over the white haired, and that nasty grip at Felicia’s breast made it so hard for Silver to try and fight back since it was a constant reminder of how under control she was.

When Da Xia decided she wanted to bring some more pain she squeezed Felicia’s tit, digging her nails in it. The white-haired responded with a wail of pain, feeling the heat of the contact as it felt as if her tit was going to rip apart. That, added to the arm around Felicia’s neck that made breathing so difficult was a powerful combination for Da Xia to ascertain dominance.

Then Felicia noticed Da Xia changing positions, getting up and forcing her on her knees with that firm grip on her neck that prevented her from breaking free and breathing. Then the Chinese Bully kept going with her trashtalk and then Felicia realized her rival was trying to strip her out of her bodysuit. That would be terrible since she would really be in disadvantage, and when Felicia started feeling the cold on her shoulder as it was now bare her instincts kicked in. She threw her elbow a couple of times backwards to a point that would be Da Xia’s midsection, and then she would try and get a forearm low blow against the woman’s crotch.