Sayumi Arai Vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt [Hardstyle Hentai 2 of 3 Falls] The Grudge Match

It hadn't been long before her efforts had been rewarded, the added touch had sealed Cicilia's fate just in time. The quivering of her girlfriend into her grinding coupled with the new slicked surface she had to grind along had almost done her in as well. With one half done, she clutched the boxers legs as she pushed herself down harder against her. No longer needing to satisfy them both made her job here far easier as she no longer had to think, just feel as her natural instincts took over. Everything was made that much sweeter with how tonight had gone. It felt almost like every bump, every long hard grind was another step in her victory lap, and she savored each and every one.

Sayumi pressed her forehead into Cicilia's leg as she felt the tensions rinsing inside of her. The sensitivity wanted her to stop, but she knew better than to listen and continued on. Her hot panting poured down over Cicilia's high as she worked her way to the very peak of her pleasure. With one last heated stroke, she buckled, clutching onto Cicilia's leg as tight as she could. Her body was wracked with an intense sensation as her held herself as close as she could to Cicilia in her own moment of ecstasy. All the tension spilling forth from her like a dam being opened after a hard rain. She gasped for air as she slowly tried to reposition herself, untangling her legs from Cicilia's.

When she finally managed to free herself, she crawled weakly to lay herself down on top of Cicilia, wrapping her arms around the woman lovingly. She held her close, cuddling and nuzzling the girl as she lay splayed out on the mat. She sighed softly, contently as she pecked the woman on the cheek. "That was fun." She whispered sweetly before laying her head on her lover's shoulder, nuzzling the woman beneath her with a purr.

The referee dropped to the mat, beginning the count for what would be the final pinfall of the match.

"...1...!"

Cicilia groaned audibly as Sayumi crawled atop her, wrapping her arms around her and cuddling and nuzzling her ever so sweetly... Somehow, perhaps by her lover's close contact, the boxer found the strength to raise her arms and wrap them around her sweet-heart's back, cuddling her just as much. She held the naked woman against her, running her palms along her sweat-covered back, taking in her scent like it was the only air she could breath... Fun...? That was an understatement if ever she heard one... But she smiled nonetheless... Cicilia turned her head and gently pressed her forehead against Sayumi's as she rested hers on her shoulder, gazing warmly at the woman that made her life worth living...

2!

The German was completely oblivious to the count, focusing entirely on the girl on top of her, taking in her warmth as a kind of strength that staved off the surge of sleep that followed her exhaustion.

"S-sayumi... m-my q-question...." She tried to speak, unable to utter out a solid word under the glow of such pleasure. "W-will y-you s-stay w-w-with m-me....?" Each of her words were a soft whisper in her lover's ear, quiet enough so that none but she could pick up on them. This was probably as alone and personal as they were going to get without Cicilia waking up from a LONG LONG nap and she didn't want to wait for that... Patience was never one of her strongest virtues.

"W-we h-h-haven't b-been t-together that l-l-long b-but.... I-I... I miss you e-e-every time w-we're apart... W-will y-you m-move i-in w-with m-me....?" If only Cicilia could've spoken coherently, this might've actually sounded like a touching request in her ears. Now the boxer only felt stupid by asking...

3!

And so concluded the match. And so the spectators roared with approval... but there was only one person's approval she wanted and she was lying on top of her... Cicilia gazed up at Sayumi expectantly... what would she say?

Sayumi smiled at Cicilia as she turned to face her. She had laid a a hand on the woman's side to gently stroke her, just enjoying being so close in these closing moments. She blinked at the request. What was it with these matches that had Cicilia hard balling her with things every time they happened! She looked surprised to hear it. She knew what she wanted to say, but things were a little bit more complicated then a yes or no. She wasn't really thinking about the bigger picture of sharing a space with someone else and all the trouble that would bring. She was mostly considering her rent agreement in her current apartment as well as all of her things... This was by no means an adequate amount of time to discuss this, like this... in the ring.

She couldn't help but laugh a bit, turning her head into her girlfriend's shoulder to muffle herself a bit as the bell rang out and she was declared the winner. She lifted her head slightly, peeking over to the girl. She remembered their last match fondly, especially the end. How could she not. She placed a small kiss on the boxer's cheek before calling back to that moment. "Can we talk about all this someplace not naked in a middle of a ring?" This time it wasn't nearly as serious, her tone lighthearted and happy. The answer would almost certainly be a "yes", but there were some things to work out first.

”Good God, that was so hot.” Bubbles slurped down the last bit of her soda, sucking the straw clean.

”Pfft, like you need to tell me. Phew, vapors.”

Bubbles and Mariah Burste had just watched what could possibly have been one of the hottest matches of their lives. And yes, they were including matches that Bubbles herself had been in. Like recognized like, after all, and the two of them saw a myriad of similarities between them and the couple below. Hardstyle Hentain matches were always a treat to watch, but seeing it happen between two actual lovers, girlfriends? That was a rare treat.

Thanks to a perk that Mariah had wiggled into Bubbles contract, they were given access to the Skybox whenever they wanted to watch a match, and that had come in handy today. When Bubbles heard that this match was happening, she couldn’t drag Mariah up there fast enough.

The Virgin Killer was no stranger to these two. She’d watched them in separate matches, of course, but what interested her most was their stuff together. Their heated Hentai-KO match, and now this? She knew young love when she saw it, and now that she’d gotten Mariah to watch this match, her wife could see it to.

”You really think they’re an item, though?” Mariah leaned back in her chair and straightened out her leather skirt as she did, getting comfortable again. The past few minutes had been filled with lots of fidgeting and squirming, and her ensemble hadn’t been up to the task of keeping up. ”They could just be friends. Really good friends.”

For Bubbles, things were simpler. As per usual, she wore the absolute minimum of clothing that she could get away with, going with the skimpiest black and white workout shorts possible and a sports bra to match. It was a little chilly out, so Mariah had convinced her to wear a jacket to go along with it, but that was the best even she could do.

”Not sure, nope.” She pressed her palms against her knees and pushed up to her feet, standing up and stretching at full height, a flicker in her eye and a slip of a smirk on her face. ”Bet I know how to find out.”