AV 16 Hentai Title: Natasha Loclear (c) vs. Minerva Larsen

There wasn't much reaction from Natasha beyond a loud groan as Minerva took a seat upon her stomach, turning the act of catching her breath into even more of a struggle than it already had been after taking that slam from her. She moved her arms up above her head to keep them from being pinned beneath Minerva, Natasha squirming as much as she could with such weight pinning her down, her struggling doubling when she realized where Minerva's hands were going.

"Ahh..." She gasped as her top was tugged upward, her hands coming down to try and fend her off but Minerva simply overpowered her. The clasps of Natasha's top snapped apart at the tugging of Minerva, making the garment little more than a vest that was all too easily slipped off of her. She might have complained but she had just stripped Minerva of her top, now they were just even, not that either of them would let it stay that way for long. "You're right, who needs tops?" Natasha managed to say with a chuckle despite her predictament while her hands latched onto Minerva's chest.

For the first time tonight many in the crowd began to cheer Minerva on, though clearly it was only because they were thrilled to see these two beauties topless. As usual the Dane merely ignored them, focusing on conquering the champion beneath her. When those hands latched onto her breasts once again Minerva winced in pain. But instead of trying to pry them off this time, she grabbed onto Natasha's breasts too. She would begin to massage, caress and fondle the soft orbs in her hands, trying to stimulate the champion a bit further.

Natasha could hear the cheers of "Minerva!" coming from all around them though they were more of an annoying buzz than anything else, a reminder that there were plenty of people who would love to see her lose the title so long as it meant they got a great show out of it. Not that she could blame them, they were getting to see her in gradually less clothes and in a state of bliss, but it was a bit jarring when she had been riding high on their chanting just a few minutea ago. "Such rough hands...is that supposed to feel good?" Natasha said after realizing Minerva was aiming for pleasure rather than pain now, her own hands keeping a firm grip as she kneaded Minerva's ample breasts.

After getting surprised by the riding crop Natasha was expecting anything and everything in this match, but while she would rather have had Minerva on her back right then at the very least she could see where the woman's hands were at. She tried to bridge her body upwards, feet flat on the mat as she thrust her hips up trying to knock the woman off.

“Heh. Don’t bother pretending it doesn’t,” Minerva retorted to Natasha’s little comment, continuing to work her hands over the champion’s breasts. The French woman’s grip didn’t lessen all too much, but at least she wasn’t assaulting Minerva’s breasts nearly as fiercely this time either. But when Natasha bucked up, it was just enough to make the Dane stumble and roll off of her. Quickly she started climbing back to her feet, hoping she’d be able to recover before her foe could find an opening to turn things around.

"Oh I don't pretend anything, I'm very much a woman of reality and the simple truth is you couldn't make me cum even of I laid there for an hour." She replied with a grin, her chest rising and falling heavily as she took several deep breaths to try and calm her body down.

Throwing Minerva off of her should have been the difficult part but Natasha was finding actually pushing herself back up to her feet to be a trying act, her body more aroused by Minerva's hands than she had thought. Fighting through the urge to lay there, to invite the woman back for another go at her, Natasha picked herself off the mat but before she made it fully back to her feet the bluenette lashed out with a kick aimed squarely at the other woman's stomach.

Minerva managed to find her feet first, but failed to react in time to stop the kick from landing against her stomach. "Ngh!" she grunted while stumbling back a couple steps and holding an arm over her belly. It would only keep her at bay another second or two, but it seemed that would likely be enough for the Champion to finish making her way back up to a vertical base.

Her kick connected, knocking Minerva back a few steps and buying Natasha enough time to get fully back to our feet without interruption. Minerva was by no means out of the fight however and would be back on her before long, so Natasha did the only thing she could think of in the moment and leaped right at her. She went high, her hands grabbing onto the woman's shoulders as she tried to slam her tits into Minerva's face and bring her crashing down onto her back with the bluenette on top of her.

As Minerva stumbled back she glanced down and found the riding crop she'd used earlier resting right at her feet. Quickly she bent down and picked it up, then looked at her foe just in time to see Natasha charging. As soon as the champ lunged at her, Minerva gripped the crop with both hands and thrust it out, trying to clothesline her foe right out of the air with it. If she could drop the French woman to the mat, Minerva had a few ideas of how she could put her weapon to use next...

Just as Natasha's feet left the mat Minerva once again pulled out that dreaded riding crop seemingly out of thin air, only this time she lashed out with it across the Frenchwoman's neck. Her lower body kept moving forward but the strength of that impact not only stopped her upper body's forward progress but reversed it, throwing her backwards and down to the mat in a heap. Her hands immediately went to her windpipe, clutching at it as she struggled to breathe, her fingertips already feeling a line swelling up across her neck from the riding crop.

As much as it pleased Minerva to see Natasha lying in agony at her feet, the Dane had a feeling she was going to enjoy what came next even more. Kneeling by the champion's legs, she grabbed onto the waistband of Natasha's skirt and panties, then attempted to peel them both down her legs to take them off and completely expose her sex.

From there Minerva would lay her body down across Natasha's naked chest with one hand reaching out to pin down the bluenette's far arm, almost as if she were going for some sort of pin attempt. But then her free hand would guide the handle of the riding crop toward Natasha's pussy and try to thrust it in without a moment of hesitation.