Bullets & Bellydances - Lamya Kouri v. Brooke Betancourt - Hentai Match

Distantly, Brooke got the sense that they were both playing characters here. For a moment, Lamya had given off a different vibe than the haughty arrogance that she was playing at now. That brief glimpse was likely the Kuwaiti's "real" personality, and if Brooke hadn't spent her entire life putting on a front that hardly matched her true self, she might not have noticed it.

"No!" Still, she couldn't muse on that point for very long, as before she knew it, Lamya had Brooke locked into a figure-four! Her knee and shin pressed against one another, sending jolts of pain rocketing up her leg. "Nngh! Let go-ooooh..." Soon enough, that pain was matched by a bubbling warmth between her legs, courtesy of her opponent's foot.

"Aah... Haahn..." Brooke, ever the one to fall weak to a pretty girl, allowed herself a slight indulgence, rocking briefly against the sole of Lamya's foot. Still, this was a match -- one that she was determined to win. "O-Oh yeah...?" she challenged defiantly, despite her position. "And w-where's that?"

Lamya was not particularly interested in inflicting more pain than was necessary, mostly locking in their legs to keep Brooke confined in this compromising position. But of course a little discomfort was inevitable as joints were put under stress with any lock. With her palms flat to the mat Lamya held herself up enough to stare at her adversary, the cute American, as she let her toes explore her still covered sex. With every rub Lamya lifted her hips and flexed her abs, incidentally causing her soft breasts to jiggle and bounce in her scant top.

She gave a menacing giggle, a dark and bubbling sound as Brooke voiced her defiance in spite of her position, "Mmmm, you should see yourself. Flush cheeks, gasping and s-s-s-stammering. Save yourself some humiliation and just give me that... orgasm now." There was a moment of hesitation, Lamya was still not used to talking quite so dirty in front of a full audience.

Brooke continued to mindlessly rock softly against Lamya's foot, watching almost hypnotically as her breasts bounced before her. "Hey...! You- You're not so composed yourself..." She fired back, her voice simultaneously whiny and determined. But Lamya had made a fair point: Despite how turned on Brooke was right now, she couldn't just sit here whining and moaning. If she was going to do that, then there was no point in taking this match on anyway.

Her hands pressed against the canvas as she twisted at the hips, taking advantage of the elite flexibility that she carried in her lower body to rotate her trunk. Then, with a push off the canvas, Brooke suddenly spun the other way, hoping to use her momentum to flip the pair of them over! If this succeeded, then Brooke would push off the canvas once more and scoot back, grabbing onto Lamya's legs on her way to sitting on the Kuwaiti Kawaii's lower back!

"Whaddaya think of that?" Brooke taunted, cheering herself on as she leaned back, bending Lamya into a basic Boston Crab!

Lamya licked her lips as she watched the response Brooke was having to her attention, glad the girl was enjoying this on many levels. On one hand she was happy to be getting her closer and closer to giving up that orgasm and the match, but she was also just very interested in turning Brooke on personally. The way her body rocked and squirmed, the soft sounds of pleasure that strained from her throat were arousing in their own right and Lamya could feel her pulse quickening. Inwardly she chided herself, but it was no use.

Distracted with her own indulgence she was caught off guard as Brooke twisted dexterously and flipped them both over onto their stomachs. Lamya was unaccustomed to wrestling opponents as skilled and flexible as herself and before she knew what had happened her long legs were hooked beneath Brooke's arms and her body was pulled into a sharp arch, stretching her bare belly for the audience and squishing her soft breasts against the mat beneath her. "Ack! Hey! W-what do you think you're doing?!" She didn't sound to be in any particular discomfort, courtesy of her own flexibility, but it was slowly dawning on her just how vulnerable this position was leaving her. Most of her strength was in her now captured legs and her sex was now lifted for Brooke's easy access. Brooke would also have a good look that Lamya wore nothing beneath her sheer, loose pants, only tight about her waist and ankles.