Warming up (Masane and Bea)

"Yes." She nodded, once she got her answer, and shifted to her martial arts stance, and started to inch towards her closely, watching the woman's every movement.

Bea smiled as she watched Masane get rather serious. "Why so serious? It's a hentai match," she said with a smirk as she ran at Masane, planning on feigning a tackle, aiming to sneak up behind the striker.

Masane braced herself as Bea ran towards her, and tried to grab her. She ended up missing, however, and Bea managed to slide behind her.

Bea, managing to get behind Masane, immediately tried to reach her hands around the former champ's chest area, attempting to cup her breasts in her hands.

"Gh!" She gasps as Bea gropes her breasts from behind. She tries to reach up for Bea's head afterwards, and tried to flip her over onto her rear. "Hah!"

Bea half expected the response from Masane as she found herself flipped over, in front of the girl and onto her bum. "Oomph!"

Masane huffed a little, then got an idea, trying to sit down behind Bea and wrapped her legs around her waist while grabbing both her arms to hold her down. If this worked, she'd try to lean over and smooch at her neck gently.

Bea, still trying to shake off the shock of the flip onto her rump. Suddenly she found legs around her waist as her arms were restrained. A sudden feeling of lips on her neck was felt as a blush crawled across her face. "You'll have to do more than that if you want to get me," she said defiantly.

Masane said nothing, she just kept up the treatment on her neck, and started to suckle on her neck gently, before sliding her tongue down her neck, breathing hot air on the sensitive area.

Bea jumped and turned red. "So that's you're game, huh?" Being restrained as she was, Bea knew she had to do something as she wiggled her fingers and tried turning her wrist, looking to tickle whatever part of Masane she could find.