Cherry Bomb Sayumi Arai Vs The Pink Bomber Aisha Love [Hardstyle Hentai]

The pinkette wasn't finished yet. Sayumi seemed to be a bit tougher than she thought and so upon seeing her try and escape, Aisha quickly tried to grab at the escaping girl, pulling her back. She knew what to do, trying to sit right on top of her back for a half Boston crab submission hold. Once locked, she'd put her full weight down, hoping to end the match quick by going to the more sensual end of it, rubbing her hand up and down through the fabric, right through to her panties under her lacy skirt.

Sayumi's roll came to a stop as she felt Aisha take hold of her ankles. Her fingers grasps the canvas, pleadingly watching the ropes move further away from her as she was dragged back to the center of the ring as she groaned. She pressed her palms to the canvas, pushing herself up until Aisha came down on her back pressing her back down into the mat. As her leg came up in The Pink Bomber's  grasps and was pulled tight, the twinge of pain as she was stretched seemed to wake her from her dazed stupor.

Her eyes narrowed as she tried to pull back with her held leg, making it more difficult for Aisha to bend it back... that was until she felt the probing fingers, a palm kneading her through her tight short-shorts. She shuttered, head bobbing as she felt the other woman on her. She briefly let it happen, soaking in her touch...

She grit her teeth, snapping back to the reality of the situation. She wasn't here to be dominated by this woman, she was here to win! She twisted her upper body, heaving out ragged labored breathes as she fought through the woman's soft caresses. She reached up, grabbing for Aishia's long pink hair and tried to violently to pulling. If she couldn't get the woman to let go, she'd try to pull enough that she could throw an arm around her neck and try to choke her, even through this awkward position. "G-get off!"

Aisha had continued to grind her hand over the more sensitive and private spots of Sayumi, palming and rubbing her fingers right through. Of course she was still hesitant there, not wanting to go to far with it yet, easing herself into it and her attack. She pulled her leg back, bending back a bit as she put more weight into it. This allowed however for Sayumi to grab the pinkettes hair, pulling her in a odd position as she winced in pain.

This would get worse as suddenly she was locked in to a hold, both girls now trying to submit the other. She was now basically laying on the girl's back, still pulling on her leg but stopped rubbing against her slit. She was however being choked, struggling to breathe now.

Sayumi held on her dear light, pulling and wrenching Aishia as hard as she could in this awkward state trying to summon up every thing she had to get the woman to surrender her position on her back. Her own left stretched with each of her own struggles, but for now she was able to stomach the pain. Her leg fought back against the grip of The Pink Bomber, awaiting the time where it weakened enough she could break herself free completely. She knew if she could hold on, Aishia would eventually have to let go. It was possible to power through the pain of being stretched, it wasn't possible to fight through being choked out. She would do anything to start things over, return to equal ground and take back her rookie mistake. This however was the cards she had been dealt.

She breathed heavily taking this time to try and compose herself while the two were locked in a battle for submission supremacy. She cursed herself for being taken for a ride so early and giving a hint of weakness at the hands of the stranger. She wished she could take back her hesitation to act, to have just have thrown herself into motion to break free. She swore to herself to be better about it, she would have to. These matches were insidious games that messed with the mind and body making Sayumi herself the ultimate downfall to any ground that was taken from her.

The pinkette wasn't happy about it but she eventually let go, pushing herself off so she could escape. She cursed herself, having gotten a little too cocky with the submission move. Sayumi cold take an opportunity, she gave her that, but she wouldn't give many, Aisha would make sure of that as she then as soon as getting up and away she gave the girl a good stomp right on her back.

She then walked away, taunting her by throwing her hand up in the air and twirling for the crowd. She was going to win this match against this girl, even if she had to do some very unsavory things in public.

Breathed a sigh of relief feeling the hold release, more than happy to let Aisha slip free to put his behind her. She winced, cut off from standing momentarily by a sudden stomp that flattened her out on the floor again. Pressing her plans to the canvas, she stood up shakily, looking back to Aisha as she completely ignored her to Garner support from the fans. She wasn't sure if she was happy about the easy opening, only because it came at this other woman not regarding her as a threat.

Her cheeks puffed up in frustration as she charged Aisha from behind, throwing out a wild forearm to try a different catch the woman in the back of her head before throwing her arms out to my and clinch Aishia from behind to deliver a sudden, quick German suplex.

Was knocked a bit by the strike, unprepared for her opponent to suddenly get up so quickly, clutching her back before she was the suplexed right into the mat, bouncing off it and rolling to the ropes. She winced at the pain, clutching the ropes as she tried to get up. it was a mistake to have show boated, leaving her opponent like that unchecked to attack her so easily. If only she had the foresight for it, but now she'd have to play on the defensive, at the mercy now of Sayumi.

She felt her forearm strike true, moving with Aisha as she hugged her arms around her midsection. It was one of the smoothest transitions she had made into a suplex as she slammed the woman in pink to the mat with all the force she could muster. She looked back as she had put herself on the ground as well, watching the other girl tumble to the ropes. Aisha was having trouble getting to her feet.

"Oh no you don't!" Sayumi rolled to her feet, jogging after Aisha, not intending to let up on her opponent, not after she had felt her up earlier. As she reached Aisha, she reached down to grab hold of her head and shoulder, trying to drag the woman to her feet. If she got Aisha up, the would grip her head and turn, tugging the woman roughly to flip her over her body as she bent in a snapmare to slam her down into a sitting position in front of her, ready to follow up if she could with another move.

"Graahhhyyaa!!!" cried the pinkette as she was held by the head into a snapmare, landing down right in a seated position. Things weren't exactly looking up right now as she tried to reorient herself once again. Her rear sort of hurt at the moment, getting slammed on it, but she had taken plenty of landings and strikes so it wasn't going to be that hard.

Sayumi had grabbed a handful of hair as she pulled Aisha in, throwing herself forward to whip The Pink Bomber over her and onto the mat with a sickening thud. She was quick to not give the girl room to escape, dropping down onto her knees as she reached out, trying to hook an arm under one of Aisha's and the other around her neck to pull her into a sleeper hold.

If she locked her in, she'd pull the girl back, firmly against her body before dropping on to her own back while holding firm. She intended to slip her legs around her waist to apply a body scissor from behind to Aisha if she wasn't quick enough to stop her. "Hold still, fighting is only going to make it worse!". Sayumi specialized in submission holds, if she was able to wrap the other woman up like this, it didn't bode well for The Pink Bomber.