The Love Seat w/ Femie Weydman feat. Andrea Ümlaut

Femie knelt down next to Andrea and grinned. "Thank you for sharing, Andrea." She said and set a hand down on the girl's stomach. "I know that it must be rough, but I think that we can get you to a better place when we're finished."

She nodded. "Sexual feelings can be more complicated than we think and often feelings of intense sexuality are tied to events in our lives the same way we experience trauma or joy. This isn't a bad thing at all."

"Tell me, are you wet right now, thinking about it?" She said. She then turned. "Let's bring up that moment." She nodded to the AFWTron and it began playing Andrea's first defeat at the hands of Akashi. "Was this your first hentai experience?" She asked. "Does it turn you on watching it?" She asked and glanced down to check Andrea's nipples.

"Do you want to erase those feelings? Do you think beating Akashi could accomplish that?" The Belgian asked, making sure to maintain a closeness and subtle contact with the metalhead.

Hearing she could be brought to a better place made Andrea sigh deeply. She continued to listen to Femie speak of sexual feelings and their complications. Andrea didn't care. She wanted it simple and would turn to look at Femie harshly when she heard her question.

"No." She said sharply before the Tron showed Akashi bearhugging and making out with the helpless metalhead as Joy ate her out. Andrea saw the footage and immediately flushed. She looked away quickly, embarrassed by her loss, but occasionally, she looked back at the footage of Akashi crushing her and silently wished to relive that moment. Her nipples would indeed rise and stiffen through her black tank, subtly licking her lips as she looked at the video.

And without looking at Femie, Andrea spoke up. "......Can't erase shit like this. It happened. But I was humiliated. I gotta avenge myself." Andrea said, recalling how she failed to do that last time.

Femie furrowed her brow and began to softly and discreetly stroke Andrea's stomach. "Andrea, we're here to explore our feelings and talk about them. Expressing how you feel will make things better. You'll be happier and you'll know how to enjoy the feelings comfortably and safely. You'll be able to have fun with your feelings rather than acting them out aggressively. Try and tell me you don't want to have fun? Ohoho!" She said, chortling a bit.

"We're not trying to erase what happened, just prepare you for the future so you know how to deal with those feelings if they happen again. So that you can enjoy them, as I have been saying. "How do you picture this avenging of Akashi? Why don't you describe in detail the perfect outcome you're longing for?"

"Mmmmnnn..." Andrea growled, hearing that talking about her feelings would benefit her. Horseshit was all she thought about in regards to that. She didn't know anything about her having fun with the way she felt right now. But when it came to avenging herself, Andrea already had an idea.

"Easy! I'll fight her in a similiar match type again and WIN!" She beamed, suddenly sitting up with clinched fists. "I'll fuck her! Nice and hard in front of the crowd! Squeezing her till she pops and I'm standing over her, beaten, spazing, body that fucked into pure bliss! That's the dream!" Andrea declared as she pointed a fist towards Femie.

Femi tilted her head but remained too, nodding along as Andrea spoke. He continued to keep contact on the metalhead but was slowly pushing her shirt up discreetly. "Well, that certainly is ver descriptive. Thank you for sharing!" She chirped and smiled at Andrea. "Doesn't that feel good getting it off your chest?"

She then looked down to Andrea's crotch and slid her hand down the girl's belly until she pressed her hand on the button of Andrea's jeans. "Are you wet?" She asked, letting her hand slip past and run along Andrea's crotch.

Femie looked at Andrea. "I have another question for you. "Let's say that happens. Then what? What happens after you avenge your loss? Are you going to stop doing hentai matches and go back to doing regular matches?"

Andrea blushed and sighed deeply before averting her gaze. "A little..." She admitted sheepishly, not noticing what Femi was doing until she felt the touch of her hand grazing her toned mid section before resting on the button of her jeans. Andrea did nothing but glared at the woman intensely.

"No." She growled in response. Only for her defensive demeanor to fade when she heard Femie's question, suddenly what confidence and sense of direction Andrea had, was now thrown into question.

"Well uh... I... Yeah! I go back to being hardcore!" He declared, sitting up slightly.

"And what if someone does it again? Will you come back to doing Hentai?" She asked. The question was quite simple. Femie started to gently massage Andrea's womanhood over her panties, never looking away from Andrea.

She then paused. "Tell me this, Andrea, what sexual fantasies did you have before your encounter with Akashi?"

Andrea grew quiet the moment she heard Femie's question, it made her think long and hard about the choices she would make and what she would do in a situation like that, all while the gentle fingers of Femie massaged her now moist womanhood, causing Andrea to squirm on the couch and bite her lip.

"Uhhhnnn..." She groaned from the treatment as she writhed around, looking uncomfortable, but far from it.

"I-I...I dunno, man... I-I...Ahn! I... " Andrea moaned as she panted heavily. "...I just fucked! N-Never thought about shit... I was doin'..." But now she was.

Femie persisted. "Why not? Did you like those primal, base feelings of lust? Wouldn't you like it even more if you could control, harness and enhance those feelings into something even more magical?" While she spoke, she slowly began to unzip Andrea's jeans so that she had better access to Andrea's panties and moist sex.

"I-I...I Do......I...W-Would..." Andrea groaned as she twisted in turned, biting her lip to subdue a deep moan as her netherregions were teased, never once stopping Femie from unzipping her camo jeans, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath she took as the camera's of the crowd flashed around them.