Apartment Match: Shizuku Yatori vs Mina Mistletoe

"Yosh." Yatori stood up as well. Unlike Mina, she didn't bothering putting on her bra again. She did think to ask "Do you mind I go this way?", referring to her topless state, as she picked up a pair of small towels. "I'm only going to lose it again, I think... oh, here."

She tossed one towel to Mina and used the other to dry herself. "If you're thirsty, there's drinks in the fridge. Unless," Yatori teased, cupping the undersides of her perked-up breasts, "You want a taste of me. Which you'll have to work for."

Mina grinned back. "Oh don't worry," she said as she dried herself off. "I intend to." And with that, she got into a wrestler's crouch, eying Yatori intently.

"Drink me dry," Yatori encouraged. She mimics Mina's stance and then moves in to grapple, aiming to pull Mina's face tight into her cleavage for a face smother.

Mina smiled, seeing what Yatori was up to. Instead of grappling, however, she rushed forward, lightly tackling Yatori around the waist in order to bring her to the floor.

Yatori let out an off as Mina tackled her. She managed to stay on her feet, leaning over Mina to latch her arms around her friend's waist, trying to keep them in place. The move pressed her breasts into Mina's bare mid-back nipples first.

"Nice..."

Flush with the contact, Yatori will try to pull on Mina to lift her off her feet before dropping her front first on the futon, Yatori following her down.

Mina grunted as she felt Yatori hold against her tackle and start to wrap her arms around her waist. She blushed slightly as she felt Yatori's erect nipples on her back, but her eyes widened as she felt the Mafiosi pulling up on her, lifting her up off the futon.

Reacting quickly, she lowered her legs, catching herself in a kneeling position as Yatori brought her crashing back down to the floor. She gritted her teeth as she was caught kneeling with Yatori leaning on top of her, her arms squeezing around her waist. Panting between clenched teeth, Mina righted herself by tightening her own grip around Yatori's waist. The two girls stayed locked in that position, their skin glowing as their sweat intermingled.

On her knees as well now,Yatori huffed. That simple move took some out of herself, but Mina's counter meant that all that effort was wasted. "Maa..."

Clinging tight to Mina, she then made to slip her fingers into Mina's bra so she could massage Mina's breasts. Soon as Mina reacted to her distracting tease, Yatori will sharply hop her body forward on Mina while pushing down, her perk nipples poking Mina's back, so she could trap Mina's head in between her thighs for a clumsy scissors.

"Aaaaah..." Mina gasped as she felt Yatori fondling her breasts. She went red, and was so distracted that she was nearly caught in Yatori's head scissors. Avoiding her opponent's shapely legs, Mina continued to squeeze Yatori by the waist, and shifted her weight, hoping to circle around behind Yatori, or to push her opponent into a sitting position.

"Awww," Yatori muttered as Mina avoided her trap. She grunted again as Mina squeezed her waist, but smiled. "Serious, huh?"

Pushed onto her butt at last by the tenacious Mina, Yatori will lift her legs up to envelop Mina's waist again. She also released Mina's breasts only to swiftly sic her hands at the back catches holding Mina's brassiere close, aiming to make this round topless.

Mina gasped as she felt Yatori's legs clamp around her waist. She could do nothing to stop the other girl from undoing her bra straps, and her brassiere floated to the ground, revealing her own breasts in all of their glory.

That was the least of Yatori's concerns at the moment, though. Huffing for breath, Mina released her tight grip around Yatori's waist and began to massage her breasts, hoping that the stimulus would be enough to weaken her hold. At the same time, Mina began to slowly but surely stagger back to a standing position, in the hope of reversing Yatori's scissors into a boston crab.