SS 16 Harsdstyle Hentai: Marisa Evans Vs. Velvet Valentine

The Valentine was already in a tight spot as it was, getting over excited and head of herself left her close to an orgasm even before Marisa started lapping away at her clit.. Things were about to get a whole lot worse as the American released Velvet Valentine from the roll up position, giving her a moments reprieve as she got to her feet and picked up her ankles.

Anka looked up at Marisa, gasping in as she realized the American had her in prime position for that most sexually deadly finishers. The German tried to reach her arm up to stop her but was too loved up and groggy to do anything substantive to prevent Marisa from turning around with her legs and then dropping down to the mat in a sitting position, her crotch slamming instantly against the Valentine's with a wet slap.

"OWWH! SCHEISSE..!" The Valentine let out as just anticipation followed by the application of Marisa's figure four clit lock was enough to make her sex splutter forth with a sharp orgasmic spasm.. She bolted upright into a sitting position with her hands propped down on the mat behind her butt, her whole body tensed and trembled as she had started to cum already but only just managed to catch herself after the first pulse of pleasure. She shook her head, her grey lush hair matted and darkened with sweat

"Now I have you....you're my valentine!" Marisa couldn't resist declaring as she fully entangled Velvet in her hold.

The two women were in the center of the ring, more out of luck than any design of Marisa's, who after all, was about to be Cupid Heart Bomb-ed into lustful oblivion. The former champion rolled her hips, making sure to sensually grind against the German's sex pearl.

Marisa watched as the other woman sat up, bolting to a sitting position her hair shipping about as she shook her head in an attempt to, the veteran guessed, block out the pleasure. Her own pussy wasn't immune to sensations while applying this hold. In fact, feeling Velvet's spasming sex was more than a little arousing for Marisa, who moaned out "Come on....ahh! Cum for me, Velvet. Show me the face you make when you lose control...."

Velvet Valentine was right on the edge, Marisa could have just sat there and done nothing and the German French babe would have been struggling not to topple over.. As it was though the model pushed on with a sharp twist of her hips, grinding her sex right against that of her advisory's.

The Valentine moved one of the hands she was using to prop herself up with forwards as if she were reaching for Marisa, but then in the next instant she fell backwards with a cry of pleasure

"YAAAAHHHHH!!!" She let out as the back of her shoulders hit the mat and a warm spurt of juices hit Marisa's mound. Her sex started to contract and convulse as her body started to jolt, caught in the thraws of passionate pleasure

Marisa had to admit, she was more than a little concerned when Velvet reached towards her. But then the German fell back, and the model felt the Valentine's sex yield up it juices against her own, giving a cry as she fell onto her back.

With a groan of both fatigue and arousal, while Velvet was still coming down from her orgasmic bliss, Marisa untangled her legs from her opponent's, gasping slightly as her pussy parted ways from the European's. Tiredly, Marisa draped her body over Velvet's, lying atop of her. Her breasts pushed against the larger pair of the German's as she leaned down. She grabbed Velvet's wrists and held them down over the German's head, keeping her shoulder's pinned to the mat.

Seeing a pin, the ref dropped down to her knees, slapping the mat and yelling "One!"

Anka's large body continued to buck and spasm even as Marisa untangled herself from the figure four clit lock, her crotch leaving a strip of sweet pussy juice all the way down the American's inner thigh.

Soon enough Marisa draped herself over The Valentine large cushiony form, a rather hot and sweaty pinning position as her breast pushed down on the German's as she pressed Velvet Valentine's wrists down against the mat. Anka was still undergoing some of the after shock waves and pulses of pleasure rolling through her body even as (ready or not) the ref started the count against her.

"Two!!" She yelled continuing on the count and sending a gentle vibration through the mat as her hand slapped down upon it. Anka turned her head to one side, panting heavily from the shock of he emense orgasm and still trying to calm down from it let alone be able to answer the pin count

At the sound of the two count, the model nodded her head to herself. Two was good, but would it lead to the three count she needed to win this match?

"Three!" came the ref's yell, followed the final slap of her hand against the mat. Marisa felt a sense of mingled triumph and relief flow through her, as her desperate escape from the Velvet Valentine's finisher led to a turn around victory for the Hentai veteran.

As the bell rang, Marisa gave a groan that conveyed both fatigue and arousal and rolled to the side, off of the Valentine. The match had been intense, far more than she expected from a last minute mystery challenger. She would definitely have to watch out for Anka in the future, for she was every bit as sexually versed as her teacher, Belinda....and far stronger. But for now, victory was Marisa's, who gave a triumphant laugh as she laid on her back, composing herself in order to make her departure from the ring...

As Marisa rolled off of Anka, the Geman just lay there on her back panting heavily, her large breasts heaving up and down deeply. She was even now still undergoing the last remenants of her orgasm with the pin count completed and Marisa's music playing. She let out a groan and moved an arm over her forehead, rolling over to one side and getting up onto all fours with a few droplets of juices dripping from inbetween her large thighs

As her music went on, Marisa wearily got to her feet. Looking over, she saw the Velvet Valentine still down on all fours and allowed herself a smile of triumph. The woman was definitely a force to contend with in the hentai part of the AFW, but for now victory was the American's. After her defeat at her last Summer Splash appearance, Marisa felt redeemed, winning at the event she so loved to champion.

Turning away from Velvet, Marisa gave a wave as she posed for the cheering crowd, bending over slightly, winking and encouraging them to take pictures and video by blowing a kiss at the fans.

"I guess I've still got it..." she said, even though the noise of the crowd drowned out the sound the words.

Velvet Valentine breathed heavily as she reached out for the ropes that were not so far away from her and grasped them to help herself back up to her feet. Marisa, Belinda the Blonde Bombshell's rival, had gotten the better of her and scored the pinfall after an intense orgasm. But the pleasure from hitting the climax had not dulled the German's insatiable sexual appetite, if anything it had enflamed it. That coupled with the unquenched desire she'd had previously of putting Marisa through the Cupid's heart bomb a couple of times, forced her lust to compromise reason...

The Valentine suddenly lunged forwards, her big buxom body splatting wetly against Marisa's back so that her large breasts were squashed against the back of her shoulder blades and her crotch against the American's butt.

"Vere do you zink you are going-a..?" She murmured huskily in her ear. But before Marisa had a chance to answer the question, the Valentine stepped her left leg in front of Marisa's right and tried to force the American model to bend over. Soon enough she slung her right thigh over and around the back of Marisa's head, hooking the American's closes arm under her own armpit. The match was over, but that wasn't about to stop Anka from trying to get Marisa locked into her finisher... My Valentine

Marisa's eyes widened in surprise when she felt Velvet's body suddenly press up against hers from behind.

"Hnn....stop!" she called as she was bent over, the Valentine applying her hold while the model was reeling from the after the bell attack!

Struggling, Marisa tried to fight against being stretched out, attempting to close her legs, but Velvet's strength was too great, and the American was too tired, and soon enough she was exposed to the Valentine's gaze....