Hentai Debut Duel! Shizuku Yatori versus Tiffany Laurence!

For the winner of the hentai pin match, Yatori obediently complied with Tiffany's orders. She was suitably rewarded, her murmurs becoming moans of delight, her pussy pulsing pleadingly as Tiffany's fingers slipped over and even sliced in between her soaked sex lips. "I'm ready, Ticchan..." she moaned. "Please penetrate me..."

Tiffany smiled.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..."
With that, she sent two fingers sliding into the depths of Yatori's sex and then pulled them out. The cowgirl did this slowly, letting Yatori revel in the feeling of Tiffany's fingers plunging into wild, wet, womanhood. Then she began to repeat the process, starting slowly at first but picking up speed with every thrust of her hand.

Yatori opened her mouth in a perfect O as Tiffany's fingers dipped so delectably into her sex. Her body wanted to cum immediately, but her mind overrode her want, telling herself that she needed the best. Clearly she'd gone insane with lust, but if this was madness, it was so good, and Yatori was in good company, ululating in ecstasy as her gracious opponent gave her the best fingering she'd had in so long a time, Tiffany knowing just how deep she was, how fast to stir up her insides into roiling mush. "Unhhh... ooohhh... ahhh... Tiffany... take me out now~"

With a grin, the cowgirl added her thumb to the mix. With every thrust the pad of her thumb sensually scraped across the pink pearl of Yatori's clit.
Tiffany also pulled up on Yatori's leg, spreading the Mafiosi's sex wide as her fingers continued to plumb the depths of her sex.
"Give it to me, girl..." she said huskily. demanding the Asian's climax.

Those thumbstrokes over her throbbing clit totaled what little remained of Yatori's resistance. "Here it is, Tiffany!" she cried out in ecstasy as the sexual switch of her body that was her clit was not just flipped, but thrown so hard that the handle got broken. "Here I cum!"

And her orgasm was so strong that it would push Tiffany's fingers out if they were still within her deliciously wide open cunt. Her sex lips pulsed powerful, Yatori getting her wish to spectacularly cum one more time all over the soaking wet mat!

Tiffany waited until Yatori went into orgasm before rolling her over so she faced up.
"I want....want to taste you.." she gasped as she slid down to Yatori's still spasming sex, kneeling between her legs, driven by the urge to place her mouth against her sex, sucking and licking up juices as they flowed from the Asian's pussy.
Her arms gently rubbed up and down Yatori's thighs, holding her close as she came down from her climax.

Still writhing fro her ongoing orgasm, Yatori groaned her assent to Tiffany's request. Again she felt those luscious lips going to town on her pulsing pussy. But instead of desperately devouring her juices, it struck the mafiosi that she was being... admired. She liked that thought, which had made its way past other, more feverish thoughts.

So she squeezed her own insides as hard as she could, drying herself out so that she could wet Tiffany's longing lips, encouraged by those hands stroking her slick thighs. "Yes, Tiffany," Yatori urged, reach out with her hands to pull the blonde's face onto her crotch even more familiarly. "Help yourself to me..."

The Texan's tongue was slow and deliberate, not aiming to send Yatori towards another orgasm as she gathered up the last of the flowing sex juices. Then Tiffany began to kiss the set of lower lips before her, tenderly paying homage to the sex that defeated hers, at least this time.
She then kissed her way up the inside of the Asian's thighs crawling up Yatori's body until they were face to face.
"Congratulations, you won your first match as a hentai wrestler." she said before lowering her lips onto the victorious Yatori's, letting her taste herself in the kiss....

Yatori herself was licking her own lips by the time Tiffany finished cleaning her up. She happily basked in the warm afterglow of her victory and reward, loving the carpet of kisses trailed up her body, from her sex to across her belly, through the valley between her tits and over her soft throat, until the mafiosi could gaze into the face of the cowgirl she'd fought and defeated.

It was the first time she'd tasted herself. Usually she'd drain her opponent dry, win or lose. And in the past, she had mixed her cum and that of her foe. But never her own pure taste.

It was, simply put, as golden and honeyed as its sheen suggested. And she wanted more.

"Thanks, Tiffany," Yatori murmured at the end of their kiss. "I'm glad you were my first. You were simply awesome. It could have gone any way. Feel free to ask a rematch out of me anytime you want. I'll let you pick it."