Beauty before the beast

Anne gave another grunt of pain as Yuki's elbow smashed into her head. Why was it always the head!? She had lost enough braincells already, now between this chick and King repeatedly dropping her on her head... She was sure she'd be a vegetable by the time she reached thirty. Her grip on the lean Yuki slackened a little, and as she tried to swing the woman around for a Reverse Atomic Drop she'd slip free to simply land standing in front of Anne. Woops...

Yuki smirked as she landed on her feet, before bringing her knee into Anne's stomach. Once she was winded, the pale beauty ran to the ropes, bouncing off to go right back at her, ready for a clothesline.

Anne was actually a little glad to get kneed in the stomach since it wasn't a kick to the head. Add Lamya to the list of people who keep hitting me in the head. Bent over somewhat by the blow she watched, gulping down air to refill her vacant lungs, she watched as Yuki rebounded off of the ropes and came charging back for her. Lust for violence pushed Anne past her breathlessness and pain; dropping to one knee she would try to duck the clothesline and use her own extended arm to sweep Yuki's legs. Of course it may be jumped, but Anne didn't feel up for being inventive at the moment.

Yuki was so focused on connecting the clothesline, she was too late to counter. Anne effectively tripped her up, bringing her crashing down to the mat. She lay there, stunned for a brief moment before trying to get to her feet.

Anne turned around and lumbered over to where the stunned Yuki lay on the mat. Emulating their shared nemesis the rocker reached down and grasped a fistful of those snow white tresses, pulling the woman up into a kneeling position with Anne standing behind her. "Now... *huff*... the fun begins." With a sharp tug she would force Yuki's head back before attempting to capture it between her thighs holding the girl's face against her panties. This wasn't the whole plan, but good things were worth the wait... or went disastrously along the way.

Yuki groaned as she felt Anne grab her hair, pulling the whit haired girl into a kneeling position before bending her backwards and holding her head between Anne's legs. Yuki blushed as she found her face was squished against the punk rockers underwear. She tried bucking her body in an attempt to free herself.

Anne let out a lewd moan with no attempt to quiet herself as Yuki wriggled with her face between her thighs. Just to draw out the girl's humiliation, Anne having now completely forgotten to stay on good terms with her partner; bent down slowly, running her hands over Yuki's breasts then her stomach, and ultimately sliding her arms around her midsection. "I like the look of you down there, but..." If her captive hasn't escaped by now the rocker would give a loud grunt of effort before lifting Yuki up into a piledriver position, but also a standing 69 with her own face planted squarely into those MMA shorts.

Yuki was biting back a little moan, managing to hold it back as she felt Anne's hands roaming over her breasts and midsection, before she was pulled up in a 69 position. She could feel Anne's warm breath on her crotch, and it only intensified the blush. She tried struggling a bit more, showing she still had plenty of fight left in her.

This was more difficult than it looked. Between the distraction provided by Yuki's friction against her body, the struggle to keep their combined mass centered, and the trembling of her legs this was not an easy move to perform. But she'd committed to it, and so after some obligatory burying of her face in the captive Yuki's warm crotch Anne would drop to her knees to complete the piledriver before falling forward into a more standard 69 position.

Yuki's head slammed into the mat, rattling her brain and dazing her. Though she wasn't done yet! After a moment, she brought her leg up to kick Anne in the chest aiming to knock her back. The blow did a number on Yuki though, and the kick bought her enough time to try and collect herself.