Asuka Kanami vs. Sista A - Happy Birthday!

Okay. Good. We're actually getting somewhere ever since she had her first quickest orgasm in probably the history of AFW.

Always a woman of many surprises, Asuka actually gets some offensiveness going, throwing the Harlem Nightmare off with her deceptively strong legs and sending her tumbling on her back. Gasping, the pinkette having to find a way to speed up the post-climax process and to start paying her back. It's the least she could do.

Asuka sits up and catches Sista A trying to get up. The Rising Pink Star sees the chance and there's no way she could miss it.

Or she could just sit there and let the orgasm fully subsid-no, get back to the match!

The pinkette scrambles to her knees, her wrestling boots being the advantage over the golden girl's heels. Pressing up before she would try to pounce at Sista A, Asuka aiming to at least land her full body right on top of the Harlem Nightmare. Looking to get on her back and send her to the ground.

Seems to be a theme there...

So. This wasn’t ideal.

That wasn’t to say that Sista A was all that worried - she’d long since passed the point where she could consider Asuka as a serious threat - but being upstaged by the little runt was not something that factored well into her plans. She wanted a clean sweep. A humiliating rout.

But the little punk was nothing if not tenacious, she had to give her that much. By the time Sista A could get up, she was already on the move, seizing the opportunity to get her licks in. The next thing the Harlem Nightmare knew, she was being pounced on, as Asuka’s breasts slammed into her chest like some kind of soft, supple battering ram.

She went down, hard, with the pinkette crashing down on top of her, knocking the wind clean out of her lungs. The crowd cheered as the momentum began to shift, and Sista A would’ve loved to give them a middle finger in response - at the moment, though, she was too busy just trying to breathe.

Alright. Got her down, check.

Sista A trying to breathe after a pink star fall on to of her, check.

Yep! Good to go from there! With Sista A stunned for the moment after the shift of momentum, Asuka sprung into action. She can work with what she has got, the Pink Star liked having the back of the opponent but the front is nice too. Lots of stuff she could use. Breasts...crotch...

One of them she looks to take right now in fact!

Asuka shifts her body, her hand grabbing the right arm of Sista A's and looks to trap it between her legs, looking to drape over the Harlem Nightmare in a nice Crossbody pin, grabbing at the left arm with her right hand while the left aims to slide over her luscious skin, aiming to sneak her fingers on her crotch....

Asuka wasn’t the strongest or the faster or the most of probably anything, but Sista A would give her credit - inwardly, at least. The little bitch knew how to throw her weight around.

She found herself on the floor, squirming as her foe moved about on top of her. For a moment, she tried to gather some sense, figure out what was going on and get her head clear.  That was a moment too long, as it turned out.

”What are you-” The answer to Sista A’s unfinished question came soon enough, as Asuka not only pinned her, but actually started to worm a few fingers in towards her crotch, starting up on her sacred place. She hissed and began to thrash around, but the pinkette had all the leverage, here. ”Fuck off! Get the fuck off me!”

Asuka knew the ground game all too well. She ain't no amazon or Black Racer, but she knows what to do on the ground. The slick movements that she made on top of the Harlem Nightmare seems proof enough.

Sista A thrashed under the Pink Star as she has the better position with the crossbody pin. Her fingers made her way towards the Golden Girl's crotch. Asuka smiled and turned her head to look at her's/ "Sorry! But ya ain't getting out unless I let ya go!" She giggles as her fingers start to do their work on her pussy. "Besides, I shouldn't be the one to hog all the pleasure!"

It was the least she could do after those two orgasms. After those quick ones, Asuka felt the Harlem Nightmare should have one good one herself. Maybe more! Not playing around, the Pink Star brought her hand, licking the fingers, the saliva would act as a lube for when she sticks her hand underneath her gold skirt and slide it inside her pussy.

Somewhere, Anesthesia was watching all of this and laughing her stupid head off. Sista A just knew it.

Despite the two of them being on the same side, the Naughty Nurse loved to see her get put through the wringer every now and then, and that was precisely what was happening here. Asuka had gotten the jump on her, and now she had to pay the price. Sort of.

It certainly wasn’t the worst feeling, having a busty woman laying over your body. She could’ve called the pinkette a lot of things, but ‘ugly’ damn sure wouldn’t have been one of them. Sista A let out a reluctant sigh as she felt those fingers slipping into her sex, and while she put up a fight at first, her struggles grew weaker by the second.

Why fight it? At worst, it would be one orgasm, and then she could get back to beating this bitch around the ring.  She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and started rocking her hips, grinding against those intrepid digits.

Even when she said it, Asuka was expecting a fight from Sista A. She wouldn't want to be in that position as it is, and to be driven to orgasm from the pink nymphomaniac would seem rather humiliating. There's no way. She'd definitely fight ba-Sista A gave in.

Wait. What?

This does make her eyebrow rise up, looking a little puzzled. She just stopped struggling, just simply ceased her protests and just let's Asuka have her way with her. Sista A basically just gave her a free pass.

Well, there's nothing wrong with free stuff!

The Pink Star simply shrugged, not knowing the reason why, but while she's at it, at least she can make it more pleasurable for her. Least she could do after those two quick orgasms. As the Harlem Nightmare rocked her hips and grinding on those fingers of her's, Asuka went to work, getting her own fingers to play with her sex, the 'lube' making it more easy to slide in and out, her digits looking to see the right spot on her opponent. She ain't trusting Sista A though and is gonna keep the pin secure.

Yeah. Just one orgasm.

The plan seemed solid in Sista A’s head, nice and sound. Just ride this all out, let the pinkette do her thing, enjoy the fun, then come roaring back once she’d gotten some stamina. How much could Asuka really take out of her?

Famous last words.

Asuka had some talented fingers, Sista A would have to give her that much. She quickly worked away at Sista A’s pussy, rapidly getting her up to the edge. Closer and closer, faster and faster, making her squirm like a heathen underneath. It wasn’t the best look for the Harlem Nightmare, but there wasn’t much she could do about it at the moment - she was too busy getting swept away by the tide, drowned, until…

She came. It was one long, loud moaning roar, as Sista A arched her back and gushed against Asuka’s fingers, spilling out over the canvas in bursts.

Asuka already decided that she was gonna make the most of this, fingering the golden gal's pussy, working on her sex as she squirms under the Pink Star. She was not too trusting to let her go, hence why she still has the Harlem Nightmare pinned under the her. She didn't mind that this one orgasm would be just given to her for free, although it did had her a tiny bit miffed that she didn't earn her way, just like Sista A did. Ah well, at least she could work her way to a forced orgasm.

And a good one it seems as Sista A came with a loud roar of sexual triumph, her own honey spilling out of her pussy. Asuka kept on until those bursts soon stopped coming out, pulling her fingers out of the Harlem Nightmare.

Asuka wasn't done there. You know what they say, give them and inch, and they'll take a mile.

The Pink Star moved, releasing Sista A from the crossbody pin...but going for another position. Better yet, another pin. She hoped that Sista A was still recovering that she could transition over her body, her legs releasing Sista's arm and they move towards her head, looking to get her cute tush on the golden girl's face into a nice reverse facesit pin.

So, the bitch was good with her fingers. She wasn’t that good of a wrestler or a fighter or anything like that, but Sista A couldn’t give Asuka any less than that.

Though, maybe she should’ve, because she wasn’t expecting what came next.

Sista A’s line of thought had mostly revolved around getting to her feet after the orgasm and wreaking havoc, not expecting any real offense from the pinkette. She had just started to sit up, when Asuka rapidly changed position, moving from the side to start her on the chest. She wasn’t the heaviest and her ass wasn’t the biggest, but she had leverage on her side, and that butt was getting closer and closer…

”Nonono-” Down came the ass, right on her face, pinning her skull to the floor under a mask of soft, supple flesh. Sista A went into a kicking frenzy at the humiliation, the audacity of the move, but she couldn’t do much in the way of escape. Not yet, anyway.