Asami Asagirl vs Irezumi

With her body laid crossways over Irezumi's, and with the other girl seemingly winded for the moment Asami sensed opprotunity.
Quickly she sat up, turning her body so that she was facing towards Irezumi's feet, straddling her foe's chest. With one hand, she raised up one of the other ninja's legs locking it under her own arm, exposing Irezumi's groin to Asami's other waiting hand. With a grin, she would begin to rub her fingers up and down Irezumi's sex, caressing it through the fabric of her costume.

Irezumi gave a little moan as she felt her chest getting sat on, the athletic Asamiâ€s body not the heaviest but enough to pin her down for now. The floored girl was soon given a lot more to think about, too, when her leg was raised and a mischievous hand slipped down between her spread thighs.

“Ahhn!” She gave a louder moan, jolting a little at the first feeling of stimulation against her sex. The masked girl grit her teeth, trying to control that tingling of pleasure before it got out of hand.

Asami had put her in a tight spot though, and all Irezumi could do right now was try and give a little back. The sat-upon girl would reach up with her own right hand, cupping Asamiâ€s breast and giving it a good squeeze. She would try her best to work her fingers inside Asamiâ€s top and brush against her nipple, as she caressed her fleshy cleavage.

Asami looked down as she felt Irezumi's hand slither under her costume. The kunoichi hadn't bothered with a bra, so the other ninja's hand encountered bare flesh.
Deciding to up the ante, Asami's hand went under the cloth covering Irezumi's crotch, a finger running along each lip of her foe's pussy, as a third brushed over Irezumi's clitoris.
Asami's nipple hardened, making her moan, as Irezumi cupped the heavy orb of breast, fingers teasing the hardening nipple...

“Ohhh!” Irezumiâ€s eyes widened as she felt the hand slip inside her costume, caressing her sex, expertly teasing her clitoris. She gave an involuntary shudder, gripping Asamiâ€s breast hard in reaction to the dominant girlâ€s grope. The tussle was deliciously enjoyable, even if she seemed to be coming off worse.

She mumbled and moaned, the fighter in her knowing that she couldnâ€t let her body be played with like this for too long.

With a grunt of effort, Irezumi would stretch her free leg outwards, granting even more access to her womanhood for a few moments. However, the downed girl would then flex upwards, trying to wrap her leg around Asamiâ€s head, gripping the back of her neck with the crook of her knee.

The move would tax the masked girlâ€s strength and flexibility, but she hoped it would be enough to pull Asami forwards, dragging the smaller girl off of her chest, with a two-handed shove to her ass to finish the job, if necessary.

When Irezumi's leg streched out, Asami saw a chance to strike deep into the heart of her enemy's sex and meant to take it. Extending two of her fingers out into rigid stiffness, she prepared to drive them into the depths of the other kunoichi's womanhood, almost as if she were strking a pressure point. But as she drew back her arm, Irezumi managed to catch her head, taking Asami off balance, while a shove against her rear sent her from her perch on her foe's chest, sending her away from Irezumi
Tumbling off of Irezumi, Asami tucked herself into a forward sommersault, looking to roll to her feet and turn around to face Irezumi...

Irezumi never saw Asamiâ€s rigid fingers, so she never knew how close she had come to being deeply penetrated so early in the match. She gave a grunt of relief, though, as she was able to plant her hands on Asamiâ€s ass and push the smaller girl off of her.

The masked girl shook her head, clambering to her feet at the same time as Asami. She felt a lingering buzz between her legs at the stimulation of her sex, which she tried to put out of her mind. Irezumi needed to focus if she was going to make headway against the other girl.

She cautiously circled Asami, looking for an opening, reluctant to attack too hastily as before.

“Youâ€re good,” she purred. “My clan would love you. Maybe Iâ€ll take you back there after I beat you,” she teased.

Irezumi was maintaining a defensive stance, though if Asami made no other move she would eventually get into striking range and try for a snap kick to the other girlâ€s stomach.

"Hm, thank you for the compliment. But I think after I defeat you, I'll take you to the back and question you about this clan....and make you take me to them." she replied with a grin.
Asami, deciding to press the advatange, raised her guard and advanced on on Irezumi, looking to try and catch her fellow ninja with a quick palm strike aimed at her foe's stomach...

Irezumi raised an eyebrow at Asamiâ€s taunt. “Well, they do like winners more than losers, but thatâ€s why they like me…” she retorted.

The exchange had distracted her a little, though, and Asamiâ€s advance caught her largely off-guard. She was the incoming palm strike but couldnâ€t react in time, and suffered a meaty blow to her belly.

“Ungh!!” she spasmed in pain, staggering backwards. However her delayed defensive reaction would be to grab Asamiâ€s wrist before it could fully withdraw. If she could grab it, she could turn her stagger into an irish whip, throwing the other ninja towards the turnbuckle.

Her arm still extended from her strike, Asami let out a startled yelp as her opponent pulled her towards herself, then sent the independant kunoichi towards the ropes in an irish whip.
Coming off of the ropes, Asami ran back towards Irezumi and let her usual high flying instincts take over, throwing herself at the other ninja, turning her body sideways in midair, hoping to catch her with a crossbody tackle!
"Think fast!" Asami would call with a wild grin.

Irezumi readied herself as Asami came right back at her.

“Always do,” she retorted, as she did her best to try and catch the flying girlâ€s sideways body. She was damned if she was going to take a second cross body tackle!

If she reacted fast enough, she would be able to catch, spin, and turn the momentum of the move into a brutal slam, driving Asami into the canvas with a ruthless reversal. Of course, if it didnâ€t work out, Irezumi would suffer the full force of the move and end up on her ass in a crumpled heap.