Hardstyle Hentai: Clyde Gastin Vs. Eri Fukuzawa

Clyde tried going in but was stopped dead in his tracks as Eri clamped her thugs around his Head and Squeeezed!!!

"Mmmmhhhh~!" The muffled groan would vibrate against Eri's crotch as Clyde's eyes fluttered. Unable to breathe as he was squeezed and smotherd against her crotch while she pulled on his hair. The champ groaned, trying to pry her thugs apart.

And just like that, things had turned around for Eri completely. Her efforts to keep herself covered up had instead resulted in her suffocating Clyde, which, given everything that had happened so far, seemed to be perfectly fair. He had gone from pulling in towards her crotch with all his might to suddenly pushing away, and the only thing that really bugged Eri about this situation was the tingling in her groin as her opponent groaned into her (well, that and hanging upside down).

So she seized the opportunity, letting go with both her legs and hands and plopping back to the floor. While Clyde caught his breath, Eri climbed to her feet, taking a few deep breaths of her own as she leaned against the ropes.

Even though Clyde was clearly stronger, he felt silly having the tables turned on him in such a simple manner but here was being squeezed and smothered during his own offensive attempt!

"Mmmff..." Clyde groaned, eyes rolling up a bit as the headscissor clamped down on him tightly while he sucked for air against Eri's panties until she let go and left him sputtering back, coughing as he rubbed his throbbing head. "Uhn..." He nursed his head before trying to move in on Eri, trying to box her against the ropes with his body.

Almost as soon as she had gotten to her feet, Eri was boxed into a corner, pressed up against the ropes with virtually nowhere to go. If she tried to run to either side, she'd be completely vulnerable, but she wasn't exactly sure how to mount a proper offence even if she had more space to work with. The match hadn't been going on for very long, but Clyde's flesh was already fairly moist, and when he stepped in to close range Eri had to blush and look away.

"Uh..." she mumbled, not sure where to go from here. "A-any chance I could get my shorts back?"

Clyde huffed as he pressed against Eri's skin, feeling her warm breath against his chest, making him breath deeply while he recovered from the headscissor smother, which didn't take too long.

He raised his brow though as she didn't attack and just asked for her shorts. Didn't she know this was a match? If he was any other guy in AFW like King, he'd show her no mercy!

"Ya gotta get 'em back! C'mon and fight." He tried to encourage before pulling her arm close, trying to lift her up and drop her back across his knee before pushing down on her chin and thigh to stretch her for a moment before his free hand left her thigh and tried to snake between her legs, attempting to push aside her panties and let his fingers tease the folds of her pussy.

Yeah, that was about the response Eri was expecting. It seemed she was in one of the few situations where flaunting her looks wouldn't really help her, and she'd have to step wildly out of her comfort zone. Then again, when the only other person around had no compunctions with kissing and fingering her in the middle of a beating, it kind of made sense that the vague promise of sex wouldn't really change his attitude. So, fight it was, then. Hopefully she'd get a chance soon to properly retalia-

"GUAAH!" And then, without warning, she was lifted into the air again and slammed over his knee. The impact hurt like all hell, and the continued pressure wasn't helping any. The slam alone had her winded, when suddenly he was invading her genitals yet again. "Guh... s-stop..." she moaned, squirming in his grip. In her squirming, she threw a hook towards his chin, hoping it was hard enough for him to let go.

Grinning as he continued to stretch Eri over his knee, Clyde ramped up the pressure on her chin while letting his fingers slide in and out of her pussy, making sure to work the girl firmly to earn that orgasm, only stopping however when she threw a surprise hook right at his face!

"Kuh!" Clyde's face turned and spit flew as he was struck, surprised by the model's hard strike that rocked him a little, but the champ endured, using his free hand to leave her chin and raise it up before trying to drill his fist right into her smooth belly with a pounding punch to her slender stomach!

Eri's squirming seemed to have served her well, as a stray fist landed square in Clyde's jaw. The idea that punching someone in the face would help her in any way was still kind of strange to her, but at least it seemed to loosen his gri-

"BLEH!" And when Clyde's fist sunk once again into her tender tummy, this time forcing a pained spittle from her lips, Eri couldn't help but feel that punching people in the face continued to not be the best solution to her life's problems. As Clyde's hand impacted, her shoulders shot up, and her hands reached in towards her belly button, reflexively hoping to cover her up before nay more damage was done.

Taking down Eri's defense with a swift punch, Clyde tried to hold her down, putting his palm between her breasts and giving her chest a tightly little squeeze while he continued to pulse his fingers inside of her, pushing in and out at a constant rate, working his two fingers back and forth within her pussy as he tried to look at her face and see how she was fairing, if she was getting worked over or not.

He eventually released her and let her drop to the mat, but not before grabbing her tie and using it as a collar as he pulled her along the ring towards a nearby corner!

And, for all her resistance, Eri was not fairing all that well. A deep blush had begun to creep over her cheeks, and her arms had fallen limply to the side. She hadn't fully given into the pleasure, but she was having difficulty resisting at this point, as the man she could only qualify as an opponent savagely worked her over.

It was to her surprise, then (as well as both relief and disappointment in equal measure), that she was dropped off his knee without finishing, rolling to the mat with an unceremonious thud. Strung along by her tie like a leash, Eri scampered behind her opponent, switching between two and four limbs like a dog as she struggled to keep her balance, before she was swung into the corner again, her arms draping back over the ropes and leaving her body dangerously exposed.