Hentai Match- Lamya Kouri vs Rohi Yamin

Match Stipulations: Hentai Falls Count Anywhere
Victory Conditions: Best 2 out of 3 Orgasms

Lamya Kouri:

Entrance Music:

After a long time away from Japan, and an even longer time away from the ring, Lamya's manager had finally booked her a match. Sure, she could have gotten some early card match against some stiff, but a return to the ring should be something special. And so Lily had arranged for something a little extra spicy for the Kawaii Kuwaiti's glorious return to AFW. Hentai matches had been Lamya's weak-point in the past, but some time on the beaches of South American may have changed that some. To the sound of her old entrance music, as it was discovered that the producers had gotten the wrong band for her new track, she appeared at the top of the ramp in a tight purple, sequined brassier and a pair of sheer sarouel. It wasn't exactly a traditional look, but the audience seemed to enjoy it.

Rolling her hips to the beat she belly danced her way down the ramp, winking and waving cheekily at the front row fans. Placing a hand upon the bottom rope she pulled herself up onto the apron, laying on her stomach to slide gracefully into the ring. With a sharp arch of her spine she'd stretch her head back, bringing her toes up to meet the top of her own head in a display of her flexibility before hopping up to her feet. To a smattering of applause from the audience she would dance her way over to her own corner and await the arrival of her opponent. She knew nothing about the other woman, but one of them was going to have a very good night... and the other was going to win the match. She was hoping to be the winner tonight, but at the very least she was adamant that she would make her opponent cum at least once. She couldn't abide the embarrassment of her return to the ring being a complete shutout.

Rohi was happy to be facing someone like her especially in such a lewd match
https://youtu.be/Rl55Y2XNL1s
her song plays as she walks down to the ring smiling as she would get on the top rope and pose, the Muslim from New York get in the ring and walks to a corner
" Hello " she would say in a friendly tone to the other girl

Lamya rested against the turnbuckle in her corner and watched Rohi enter, idly tapping one finger to the girl's entrance music. Once they had both settled in she would step out towards the middle of the ring, her nose turned up in an arrogant fashion and her hands planted on the curve of her hips. Dark eyes looked the girl up and down with a critical eye, "Hello." Her voice was surprisingly friendly and carried a light Arabic accent. "I would say 'As-salaam 'alykum' but we are about to fight." ["peace be upon you" a common greeting]

" and I'll say aistaeida lilkhasara " Rohi smirks and wait for the bell to ring and look at the fellow Arab, and spoke again " you'll lose this fight, I bet you suck at hentai match right ? ~ " the bell rang and the match began. [ prepare to lose ]

Lamya only gave a contemptuous snort in reply to Rohi's taunting. In fact, she had never won a hentai match, and even then had only competed in one: which she had lost pretty spectacularly. But that was a long time ago and this time would be different. She normally avoided grappling, but her height advantage over Rohi had her feeling particularly bold tonight. At the ring of the bell she closed in on her opponent, a quick hand reached out to grab for the back of Rohi's neck to try pulling her down into a front headlock. "We will see who sucks tonight." She grumbled.

Rohi would elbow the gut of Lamya as the girl would attempt the head lock, Rohi smirks and would grab the leg of Lamya trying a take down into a ground and pound. " you will be sucking on my fucking C cups after this ~ " Rohi said in a flirty voice hoping to catch the taller woman off guard.

Lamya's attempt to entangle Rohi was fended off with a sharp blow to her bare stomach making the Kuwaiti grunt with pain. The smaller woman then yanked one of Lamya's long legs out from under her making her squeak in surprise as she was toppled down to the mat and mounted by her more modestly dressed opponent. "Ah! Hey, get off!"

Rohi would start a ground and pound, smirking the whole time

Under Rohi's barrage, Lamya would raise her arms up to shield her pretty face from as much damage as possible. Lifting her hips, she would try to wrap her legs around Rohi's torso and drag her backwards and off of her.

Rohi would smirk, her plan has worked, she put one of her hands in Lamya's panties and started rubbing