Lisa Giordanni vs "Mad" Max

Seems like her opponent discovered one of Lisa's weakness: her breasts. Really sensible, the brunette struggles to resist the teasing of that hard groping she was suffering. But the boy kept going on, her nipples were really hard, almost piercing through her tight swimsuit. Lisa she blushed, embarassed from being put on such compromising position, while moaning and breathing fast.

"Ahh... let me go!"

Then she starts getting stripped from her clothing, as he pulled her breasts out of it, ripping her swimsuit into thorns. The male audience went wild as her sweaty orbs got exposed.

"No, don't do this! Stop, please!"

She tries to cover her breasts, while moving her hips up and down, to make him lose her balance and make an escape from that embarassing moment possible.

The silver-haired boy smiled as Lisa squirmed as he kneaded her breasts and ripped the top of her outfit to expose those large orbs to his delight. He immediately noted how her nipples had grown erect and how embarrassed she reacted.

"Stop? Why should I do that? Are you giving up?" he said with a maniacal tone in his voice as he shot his hands to the very breasts she aimed to cover in order to try and stay on top of the bucking Lisa. However, as she moved her hips up and down in embarrassment, which combined with Max's own assaults had managed to turn him on, he felt himself being thrown on his side before he could capitalize.

Lisa had her breasts exposed by her opponent in the middle of their fight. This, plus the fact that he could see her hard nipples, giving away her horny condition made the Italian girl embarassed. But the girl tries to fight that feeling. "I can't lose my concentration now! I have to keep going." Even with the top part of her swimsuit destroyed, she was able to fight back and shrug him out of her.
As he falls to his side, the brunette wastes no time, quickly grabbing his left arm and left leg, and trying to strecht his back as he pulled them and pressed his back with her feet.

"I'm not out yet!" She yells.

Max grimmaced as he lay on his side, trying to get himself up on his knees before Lisa could fight back, but he wasn't nearly as quick as the Italian. The silver-themed boy soon found his left arm and leg grabbed as the curvy girl pressed her foot to his back, stretching him out like a bow and arrow.

"Ahhh!" he let out as he felt himself being bent backwards. "I've told you, you topless whore that this isn't a submission match!!" That was all he could think to do right now, taunt her as he fought the pain that she was causing him.

"I've told you, you topless whore that this isn't a submission match!!"

Hearing this made Lisa really angry. She kicks his back with her both legs, letting him go and getting up.
After hitting his back, she attempts to grab hold of his bottoms and remove them, to try to embarass the boy.

"How do you like payback, jerk?"

Max felt his body kicked sharply as he was forced flat on his front. Soon though, he felt as his silver shorts were grabbed and yanked right off of his body, leaving him only in his black silk boxers. Damn...should have washed my silver ones last night, was the first thought that came to mind as the air of the arena ran cool across his ass through the boxers.

Still sore from being bent in half and being kicked hard in his back, Max could do nothing but roll over onto his back before spitting a response back. "Payback? This is child's play beautiful," he sneared while trying to regain his fortitude to get to his feet.

Lisa gets up, and throws his silver shorts to some girls on the crowd, that fight to get it. But the tall brunette didn't look to them, her eyes fixed at her opponent. Her bare breasts bounce as she walks toward him.

"Payback? This is child's play beautiful,"

"Let's see."

She gets on fighting stance, attempting to throw some jabs before getting close and personal and kneeling his stomach.

Max made his way to his feet as Lisa was soaking in the taunting of throwing his shorts to the girls in the crowd. He couldn't help but feel a little flattered that those girls were fighting over his shorts, but the distraction kpet him from bracing himself for the jabs and finally the knee to the stomach from the bare-chested Italian beauty.

He was bent over by the blow, causing him to put a hand out in her direction, inadvertently resting it just below her bountiful bosom.

Lisa hit him with her little combo, and after sinking her knee on his belly, she smiles:

"Haha, got you...wh...what?!"

His hand gropes her boob again, and she slaps his arm and his face, blushing a bit.

"You just won't stop doing it, will you?!"

Max didn't realize where he had rested his hand until Lisa's exclamations and following slaps brought a grin to his face, which had a nice pink hand-print on it from where he was slapped.

"But they're just so big. How can I help myself?" he said with a continued grin as he aimed to rush forward with a hand aiming for a breast and his other aiming to hook between her legs in order to try and get Lisa in a scoop-slam variation.