Gail v. Makita

She smirked, ready to remove the girl's undergarments, but she moved a little too slowly. Makita's legs looped around her waist, and her hands immobilized Gail's, leaving her without many options. But at least it also meant that Makita herself would be limited in her options, she'd have to let go of one of the hands if she wanted to make her own move... although she could just keep things like this and slowly squeeze the air out of Gail.

Actually, that sounded quite bad, Gail started struggling, she pulled her arms, trying to pry her wrists out of Makita's grasp before they got stuck in there for too long.

With the two of them barely covered and closely entangled as they struggled on the mat, Makita couldn't help but blush with the close contact as she kept her legs tight around Gail's waist. She clamped her hands around Gail's wrists as Gail began to pull away, however she wasn't able to keep them tight enough as both wrists slipped away.

Fear kicked in as Makita thought that she was going to get stripped soon, shooting her arms forward as she would hug Gail in an attempt to stall her opponent, clinging with both her legs and arms.

Gail was getting quite annoyed with Makita, but with how tightly she'd wrapped herself around her, there wasn't all that much Gail could do. She tried of course, struggling to move her hands despite Makita's hug.

"I know you want this body... but this is too close!" Gail screamed as she tried to just overpower Makita, getting her hands free to do what they wanted, just the effort of trying was starting to really drain her!

Makita panted as she clung to Gail, her blush intensifying as she keep Gail close to her body. Panting into Gail's shoulder, Makita looked over her opponent's shoulder and saw her bra strap and decided to go on the offensive as she moved her hands towards the bra strap and grabbed it with both hands, looking to try and unhook her opponent's bra and take the advantage.

Gail felt Makita let go, thinking it would be her time to take charge... but no, Makita was going for her bra! "No you don't!" She cried, scrambling to get rid of Makita's own strap, almost trying to rip it off, not even trying to protect her own bra, there wasn't much chance that it was going to stay anyways, it was feeling already like it was going over her shoulder already, so a full offense was the better choice.

Probably.

Makita managed to unhook he bra as she immediately began to pull on it, getting it over Gail's shoulders as there was little the could be done to save iTunes. Unfortunately for her he same was true for her bra as Gail tore at it with malicious intent as the hooks bent and the strap tore. "Ahhh!" Makita screamed as both girls were now topless and close to victory.

Continuing to pull on the bra, Makita tried to get it fully off of Gail's body as she would then try to kick Gail off of her. If she was successful, adrenaline was pouring through her body as she would then launch herself at Gail intending to sink her fingers into her opponent's hair.

Gail had a strange surge of pride, prying the remnants of the bra off of Makita... Which quickly disappeared when Makita did the same to her. "You little bitch!"

Makita launched herself at Gail's hair, clawing a handful of it. This match seemed to have totally devolved into cat fight level. Snarling, Gail latched onto Makita's arm, trying to pry it away from her hair while she show her arm out, maybe knock Makita loose with pure force.

Whatever little indication that this was a wrestling match, despite the clear stipulation not pointing anywhere near the notion, was thrown out the window as Makita latched her hand into Gail's short hair. Struggling as Gail soon grabbed her arm as she tugged at her opponent's hair, her bare breasts pressing up against Gail's bare breasts as the two pairs of flesh mashed against each other.

A blush appeared on Makita's face as she tried her best to ignore the feelings crawling in her head, although it was enough to cause her to lose her grip, freeing Gail from her clutches. Not intent on letting Gail go so easily, Makita would use her other hand to reach around to grab the other side of Gail's head and tried to slam her opponent's head repeatedly into the mat.

And so, breasts mashing against Makita's, Gail found her hair eventually released of Makita's claws. "Uugh!!" She didn't get much time to enjoy it, Makita went for the head again, slamming her painfully into the mat, one, two, three...

"Stop! Bitch!" Screaming between each impact, Gail's hands flailed around, trying to catch any part of Makita, maybe her hair, maybe her shoulder, maybe her armpit, wherever. If she got something, she'd start pulling in the opposite side, forcing Makita down!

Slamming Gail's head into the mat as many times as she could, Makita gritted her teeth in exertion and frustration as she was venting all of it on her opponent. The embarrassment of the girl after all the humiliating matches she was placed in before this one was finally being let out on the unfortunate Gail underneath her. However all of her frustration wasn't enough to keep Gail down for long as Gail tugged at her hair after her hand traveled up from her armpit and shoulder as she was pulled.

"Iya!" Makita let out as she moved her head towards the hand to prevent much damage from the pulling, however it allowed Gail to roll the two over...