Hentai Match - Corey Sniper Vs. Karen Suzuki

"Mmnh!" Corey grunted as her opponent locked din the hold tighter. "I get it now," Corey thought, "She's pretty skilled herself. Well then, no holding back." She reached out her hands upwards as far as she could go, trying to grab one of Karen's ankles. If she manages to grab hold, she'll pull hard and try to unbalance Karen, breaking the hold.

Karen started in suprise as Corey's hand snaked around her left ankle, tugging at her. She released her grip as she tumbled backwards, only to grab onto hair, yanking Corey backwards with her.

"Yow!" Corey cried out as Karen grabbed her hair as she fell. Corey moved in the same direction as Karen to avoid getting a chunk of her scalp ripped off. She hit the mat, her breasts bouncing beneath the thin covering of her bikini top.

Karen grunted in pain as she collided with the mat. A moment later, Corey fell right beside her, pull down by her hairgrab. still lying down, she raise her elbow, she smashed the point of her elbow into Corey's face.

Corey could not react before the elbow came down on her face. She barely twisted aside, letting the elbow hit her cheek intead of her nose. The elbow struck her with more force than she thought it would, stunning her and making her see stars. A small purple bruise developed and began to grow. She was completely open to attacks now, especailly of the hentai kind that were needed to end the match.

Karen rolled over onto Corey, her body spread out over the length of Corey's exquisite form. She was dominating the match, had been since the very beginning, but judging from what she had heard about her opponent's accomplishments, it would be unwise to underestimate her opponent.

She brushed a stray bang of hair off Corey's face. "I've been bashing you from then till now, Sniper. My night gown's still on. Its almost as if...you want me to win. or do thinks to you." she half-teased, half-taunted. She pressed her lips to Corey's forehead, then slid down in between her eyes, across the bridge of her nose, and down to meet Corey's own lips.

Corey was still out of it from the elbow strike, coming around only when Karen kissed her on the lips. She did not attempt to break away, but simply kissed back, hoping to distract Karen. She arms suddenly snapped upwards, wrapping tightly around Karen;s slim waist, tightining in a hard bearhug. She rolled to the side, attempting to get on top of Karen.

"I've tested your strength," Corey thought, "Karen, you are strong, but I am still stronger."

Karen's eyes widened in surprise as Corey returned her kiss. The intimacy was both shocking and disturbingly satisfying. She had sex with both genders before, but it was nothing more than a release, not anything close to actual enjoyment. As Corey's eyes snaked around her, she began to fantasized,,,only for it to be squeezed out of by a crushing bearhug.

Karen felt herself flip over, and Corey's weight pressed onto her front. She was helpless; she tried futilely to free her hands, and kicked out from underneath, but there was too little space.

They were still kissing.

Corey began to ponder her next move. Now that she was on top, she loosened the bearhug which she only used as a counterattack. She used her hands to pin down Karen's arms, while still kissing Karen intently, trying to further unsettle the girl. She moved Karen's hands above her head, holding them down there with one hand. With her freed hand, she proceeded to grab the front of Karen's nightgown and attempt to rip it off her.

"You're wearing too mich for this kind of a match," Corey said, "Let me take this off for you."

Corey felt a rush of cold air on her skin as her gown was ripped off, revealing the purple bikini underneath. She tried to raise her pinned hands, but the angle disadvantage wasn't exactly helping.