Tara Kwan vs Sabine Shoana, Hentai Masterclass

Sabine smirked up against Tara's neck as she felt the Korean grab hold of her wrists, not particularly tightly but enough to give the Brazilian a small amount of trouble if she wanted to just keep stripping the redhead. Fortunately, the slight pause was giving the dancing succubi plenty of ideas, pulling her hands away from her top for the moment as she tried to slip out of the Korean's lovely grip.

For those who weren't expecting much in the way of actual wrestling from the two, what happened next was something of a shock as Sabine leapt up, locking her legs around her foes waist and bridged back, looking to roll Tara onto her shoulders while the purple haired vixen held her down by sitting on Tara's legs. If it was a standard match it'd be a pin, but here it just gave Sabine more access to Tara's outfit. Starting with the top was a bit overdone at this point.

Tara's grip was firm, but far from threatening. Sabine could of responded in near enough anyway she wanted, from outlandish manoeuvres to simply resuming the stripping of the Korean, even if Tara suggested otherwise. She certainly wouldn't be complaining. She was starting to sweat a little.

When Sabine slipped from her grip, Tara had little reason to turn, if anything simply wiggling her hips in an attempt to tease the beauty further. Only, such a wiggle was likely unseen by the beauty behind her, as Sabine was already wrapped around Tara, before rolling her up into a neat package before she could even yelp.

Now curled up into something of a ball, Tara's arms would squirm out of reflex at first, before settling back down; curiosity again overtaking the young girl, who was keen to see how Sabine would take the 'initiate.'

Sabine chuckled as she balanced herself on the rolled up Tara, the fabric of her outfit rubbing against the Korean woman's smooth thighs. "You're right, going for the top first is sooo overdone..." The purple haired vixen purred as she reached back, looking to grab at one of Tara's knee high boots and start untangling the laces "Walking in heels must be uncomfortable~ let's fix that."

Tara simply sat and watched like a curious child, as her outfit was undone to let both a healthy dose of cleavage now possible, and air getting to her tightly wrapped skin. Her hands couldn't resist latching themselves onto that firm rear now presented before her, fondling the cheeks lightly as if it was but a taster of things to come later.

"Ohhh you're soooo kind..." Purring with sarcasm, Tara still didn't offer strong resistance as her boots were undone. The audience were given the satisfying sight of the girls knee-highs being slowly removed, revealing her bare skin underneath as if it was a golden prize.

"Hmmm..." Sabine said, still perched on the Korean woman's thighs as she gently took off the woman's boots "This is taking too long," she declared after leaving Tara's legs bare, it would take minutes to fully strip the Korean at this rate, and there were so many more things to do that were better uses of her time. Springing up and rolling back onto her knees, looking down on the red head "Although you're going to probably complain if I go to fast..." the purple haired vixen purred before lowering her chest over Tara's face for a breast smother.

Tara could understand Sabine's impatience with the outfit, given Tara was basically equipped in full military dress. She'd make every effort to deal with such a problem herself, but for the moment at hand, she had a rather large issue to deal with herself.

Or rather two large issues.

Right in the face.

Purring in-between that large set, Tara's own hands found themselves to Sabine's back, not to pull the woman away, but more control the pace of the smothering. After all, she didn't want to pass out just yet. Or for a long damn while.

Sabine let out a long, contented purr as Tara wrapped her arms around her, turning her smother attempt into more of a mutual hug, with the Brazilian woman's boobs on the redhead's face. Not that the Korean woman seemed to mind the dark orbs pressing against her much, just she wanted to enjoy them as long as possible, which was understandable.

But while Tara was controlling the smother, Sabine's hands were free again to roam down to her foe's outfit. It was back to ripping off buttons for the purple haired Vixen, but now Tara couldn't complain about her being "unoriginal." At least not in a way that wasn't muffled out by Sabine's chest.