Hentai Swimsuit Battle! Yvette vs. Sayuri

Yvette could tell she had hit Sayuri's weak spot. The smaller Japanese girl had been fighting back the whole time Yvette fingered her, but once she stuffed her fingers in deep Sayuri seemed to lose focus. She was still struggling, squirming underneath Yvette, making it difficult for the French girl to keep up the pace, but Sayuri was running now instead of fighting back.

Yvette shifted her position, pushing down with her hips firmly upon Sayuri as the French girl moved to straddle her opponent. The hand she had around Sayuri's waist tightened, while her other hand hooked into Sayuri's sex, keeping the smaller Japanese girl from squirming away. Yvette planted her knees in the wet sand, preparing for her next move.

"Time to change positions!, Yvette said as she suddenly lifted up, using her grip around Sayuri's waist to lift her up out of the sand. Then Yvette would sit back, putting Sayuri in a seated position in between her legs. Yvette would then kick her feet in between Sayuri's legs, hooking then underneath the Japanese girl's thighs to forcefully spread her open while also keeping her locked in place. With Sayuri trapped, her legs spread wide open to reveal her pussy, Yvette would then drive her fingers back in deep, pumping them in and out quickly to force an orgasm out of her opponent!

Having been granted a little break when Yvette tightened her grip around her waist, Sayuri took a deep grip of wet sand in one of her hands, but would demonstratively lose it for all but a little pinch of sand between her eyes when she was lifted out of the sand and lifted on her butt before her legs were stretched.
"AAH!"
She let out a yell when her womanhood was invaded again, her butt squirming in ecstasy while her sex was soaking wet at this point. But still she was not fully ready to give at this point.

"You should…AIH…meet my French girl too…"
She sighed in delighted moans before she would attempt to put her arm around the neck of her opponent too keep her head in the same place before snipping her pinch of muddy sand into the eyes of her French opponent under the cover of her own hand to not get warned by he referee.

With her opponent trapped, Yvette thought she could take her time making Sayuri cum. The French girl tightened the hold just enough to spread the smaller Japanese girl's legs uncomfortably, all the while driving her fingers deeper and deeper into Sayuri's sex. Yvette had every intention of making Sayuri cum hard. Even though they were outside the ring, meaning the orgasm wouldn't count, it would still be quite the victory.

"I'd like to meet her too!" Yvette said brightly as she drove her long fingers deeper into Sayuri's pussy, "And I'll bring my Japanese friend as well, we'll have a real good time!"

Their conversation distracted Yvette from what Sayuri had planned. Suddenly, Sayuri put her arm around Yvette's neck and brought her head down, shoving a palmful of sand into the French girl's eyes! Yvette barely managed to close them in time to prevent any permanent damage, though her sensitive eyes still got quite irritated.

"Ack!" Yvette gasped, releasing Sayuri's waist and pulling her fingers out of the girl's sex to rub her eyes clean. Yvette quickly rolled back, trying to get out of Sayuri's range to clear her vision safely, not wanting more sand in her face.

"A Japanese friend…Mirror mirror…on the wall…"
Sadly, her little trick had worked. Sadly because she had robbed herself from a probably rocking orgasm she could still nearly feel in her hip and neither regions. With an audible sigh, she would set her body in motion to not let Yvette get too far away from her, turning around to crawl after the French girl with the intent to turn her on the front and then spread her legs apart so that she could dive in between them and lick at the still covered womanhood of Yvette.

To avoid escape attempts and to punish her opponent for being so damn sexy and so good at fingering her into near submission, she would also grab hold of one butt cheek with a firm and a little stingy cheek while her other hand would rest on the other butt cheek, ready to slap it at any swift movement. At least that was her idea of her makeshift plan…

Yvette had barely cleared her vision when Sayuri was all over her again. "Uwah ha!" the French girl gasped when Sayuri pounced on her back, knocking her flat on her front and burying her face in the gritty sand again. Yvette spat out wet sand from her mouth, trying to plant her feet and buck Sayuri off, but her opponent had other plans.

"Ah merde !" Yvette gasped when Sayuri grabbed ahold of her legs, forcing them wide apart and destroying any firm basis for resistance. With her hands firmly grabbing Yvette's butt cheeks, the Japanese girl dove in between Yvette's legs, attacking her barely covered sex with her tongue.

"Ahha! Vous êtes très méchante !" Yvette gasped. The swimsuit covering her sex dampened the feeling of Sayuri's tongue, but Yvette could still feel jolts of pleasure from her opponent licking at her sex. The French girl found it difficult to gather any strength in her current position, her pussy feeling too good for her to fight back!

Sayuri would probably not tell anyone that she had only just been one dirty trick away from cumming under the lewd hands of Yvette. In fact her sex still demanded the sweet yet demanding touch of the French girl, so that her feet were dangling in the air as if she was a beach in up girl that was making a sexy and cocky pose instead of being anxious to be taken in the near future.

But first there was the beautiful girl in front of her to submit. With glee she would Squeeze the firm butt of Yvette at her leisure before smacking her butt with the palm of her other hand with only little way but more force so that it would be firm but not downright brutal.
"Oh yes! we´re naughty right here Yvette-chan. Talk dirty to me while I take you."
She would reply before resuming her work at the womanhood of her opponent in an attempt to carefully use her teeth to push the swimsuit to the side ad lick against the then bare sex with her eager tongue.

Pussy licking interspersed with some rough spanks kept Yvette tame as Sayuri continued to attack the French girl's sex. Yvette moaned as Sayuri pulled aside her swimsuit, directly licking her pussy with a wet and bumpy tongue. The pleasurable sensations kept Yvette from gathering any strength to get her opponent off of her back. Even though Sayuri was small and light, Yvette just couldn't focus long and hard enough to push her off!

"Ahhh! It feels so good!" Yvette gasped, her toes curling from the pleasure. This was bad, as if Sayuri kept going at this rate Yvette would definitely cum! The French girl's pussy was already leaking her sex juices, something Sayuri would no doubt be able to taste.

With jolts of pleasure shooting through her with every lick, Yvette started to get desperate. She gathered her strength, planting her arms in the wet sand, trying to get a solid footing. "Get off!" she cried out, pushing as hard as she could with her right arm to try and turn over to the side. Hopefully that would be enough to tip Sayuri off her back!

Sayuri was sure that she had Yvette in the sack when she could feel her squirm and then shout out what she understood as a submission to the raw sensual energy her tongue must be injecting into the system of the French girl.
"Your taste is delicious, Yvette-chan."
Sayuri managed to squeeze out while her mouth was looking as if it had been dipped in sand. She planned to use this as a little extra sensation and put it into good use immediately, but her opponents had other plans and managed to show a comeback that indeed removed Sayuri out of the much needed reach of the womanhood of Yvette!

"Ah."
She groaned out in frustration and lust when she was shaken off and fell into the sand. But she was not finished with Yvette, not by a long shot! Turning around so that she would lie on the side, she opened her legs so that one would lie on the ground and the foot of the other leg would stand on the sand so that her leg could be bended at the knee and stand upright. Then she would gaze at Yvette with a mixture of sensation and the need to feel the womanhood of the French on her own sex in a tribbing duel.
"Come on, Yvette-chan. Meet me woman to woman if you dare."

Yvette thought by pushing Sayuri off she would break free. The stimulation from the smaller girl's licking made her sex drip, and Yvette needed a moment to cool her pussy down. But Sayuri was able to follow up quickly, rolling into position to go pussy against pussy with Yvette! When the French girl turned onto her side and looked back, Sayuri was ready, pressing in with her pussy against Yvette's sex, challenging her to meet in a duel between their womanhoods.

Yvette shifted positions slightly, lining up her pussy and matching the position of Sayuri's legs. "You're on," Yvette said, pressing back with her hips to bring their stimulated and swollen pussies into contact. Yvette knew that she got Sayuri close to cumming from the fingering, but the Japanese girl had a chance to cool off since then. Yvette wasn't close to cumming yet, but her pussy had just been teased by Sayuri's tongue and was still quite sensitive. In her mind, this duel would be close.

"Hnn!" the French girl let out a cute cry as her pussy made contact with Sayuri's. Their bare pussy lips pressed up tightly, clits peeking out from under their hoods to meet head on. The French girl held back gasps of pleasure as she pushed her hips forward and back, up and down to grind against every inch of Sayuri's sex!

Now Sayuri had maneuvered herself in a for her very unusual position. Usually, she swooped in to scavenge the onslaught Barbara would produce and orchestrate the match from afar, at least kind of. Now she was not the maestro but the first in a set of violins, or the proverbial second fiddle if she lost this battle.

Holding her breath in pure anticipation after Yvette had agreed to the possibly most intimidate battle with her, her mouth would form a silent O when their sexes connected and she could feel the warm, slick feeling of Yvette in her purest form, her eyes rolling shortly back to fully enjoy the bliss of that sensual fireworks before she would snap back into reality and grind back against her opponent with a bitten lip and a competitive glimmer in her eyes while her hand would look to get a grip on the wrist of Yvette for both stability and dominance.