Sparring Has Many Forms (For Kaz)

"Oh good." Marisa replied to Azami's explanation of her and Janet's relationship. "Well, if she's going to be jealous anyway, maybe we should give her something to be jealous about..."

As Azami's knelt, Marisa leaned back, opening her thighs and exposing her sex to the Moon Princess. At the first touch of Azami's tongue, she let out a quiet gasp. When the movement of her tongue began to pick up speed, the model moaned out "Mmm, oh...oh yes, Azami..."
Reaching down, her hand stroked Azami's hair for a moment before lightly cupping the back of her head. The younger girl was definitely talented, of that she had no doubt now...

Azami purred into Marisa's lower lips and began to suck on the girl's clit gently. She was tempted to mimic what the hentai champion did to her earlier by humming on Marisa' sex, but decided that she's going to make the girl cum with her own method. After a while, she licked the sex of the model again, her hands lightly slapping on the thighs of Marisa before her tongue went into the girl's sex.

She ran her digit all over the inner walls of Marisa's pussy, making sure she licked every inches of the model's womanhood. Azami then started to move her head back and forth, her tongue piercing Marisa's sex ravenously to really turn the model on.

With a deep moan of pleasure, Marisa leaned her head back against the wall of the stall as Azami's mouth sucked on the pearl of her sex. The Japanese woman was talented, of that she had no doubt now. To her, at least half of being a successful hentai wrestler was being skilled in sexual matters.

The model's hips shuddered as Azami's tongue entered her sex. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. The Moon Princess's had it moving about like a thing alive. It darted about her pussy, writhing about and touching all the pleasure points, no matter now deep they seemed to be.
"Oh...oh my god Azami!" she cried out loudly. "That feels....oh yes...that feels amazing!"
Her very sex seemed to quiver as Marisa's hips began to move, causing her sex to further impale itself on Azami's tongue....

"Mmmmm..." Azami let out as she continued to run her tongue freely inside Marisa's womanhood.

The model seemed to enjoy it very much, which meant all she needed to do was keep going until Marisa reached her climax. Her hands slided up and down the girl's thighs to her rear, sometimes squeezing on Marisa's butt cheeks just to add the fun. Once in a while she slowed down for a bit only to lick the model faster in an attempt to drive her past the edge of ecstasy. Azami had to say that she's pretty eager to taste Marisa's juices already.

When Marisa came, it was to the sharp cry of "Oh god....Azami!"
Her hand left the Moon Princess's hair to cup her own breast, squeezing it as her hips began to thrust upward as her climax came over her! The model's juices freely ran from her sex as it quivered around the Japanese girl's tongue.
"Oh...oh wow..." she'd say several minutes later, once her orgasm subsided....

Azami continued to lick Marisa's womanhood even after the girl came, before eventually stopped and swallowed the model's juices. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled teasingly to Marisa.

"Mmm, you taste pretty good, Marisa-san~" she giggled. "As expected from the champion..."

The blue haired girl stood up and let the water washed her body while looking at Marisa. Having experienced the girl's technique in the sexual department, she had to say she's quite curious about tussling around with the model now.

"In a match, I think we're even now," she stuck her tongue out a little.

Marisa panted as she finally came down from her orgasmic high. Azami was good, that much was certain.
"Oh, yes in a match we would definitely be back on equal footing." Marisa giggled.
Coming up behind Azami, the model slipped her arms around the girl's waist, so she could speak into the Japanese girl's ear.
"That's also made up my mind. Get into Summer Splash, Azami. Talk to Lukretia. I'm sure she's looking for ideas for the matches there. Just watch yourself when talking to her, that woman is....well, she's the devil. A sexy devil, but a devil to be sure."

Azami smiled at Marisa and watched as the girl went behind her to wrap her arms around her waists. What the model said to her sparkled her interest for sure. She's not sure if she was the right person to challenge for the hentai belt, considering how the triple threat match ended, but Marisa seemed to acknowledge her skill. Then again, the belt holder could just try to give her a false hope, you never really knew with girls in AFW.

The idea of meeting the general manager herself had been something she's been curious about, but hearing Marisa referred to Lukretia as a sexy devil only made her eyes sparkled.

"Oh...? Perhaps I could try arranging a meeting with her then...," she said to Marisa. "But I don't think It'll be up to me to decide who gets into what..."

"Of course it's not your decision." Marisa replied. "But still, make it known you want a shot at the title. At the worst, Lukretia says no and you're no better off than before. If she says yes though, you'll be at Summer Splash, competing for one of the AFW's titles. Just, give it some thought. For what it's worth, I think you would make a great opponent."

She heard the sound of the locker room door opening and girls chatting to themselves as they entered. She grinned at the Moon Princess.
"Looks like sparing time is over, Azami." she said, releasing the Asian girl. "Give the idea some thought, you know?"

With that, Marisa picked up her small bag of shower supplies, and exited the stall. She pursed her lips, kissing the air towards Azami before heading off to change so she could leave the gym.