Kawaii Table Match (Sasha vs Masako)

Masako blushed as the breast fondling made her resist even more trying her best to resist Sasha's groping but, it felt so good, her restitance began to fade, "Sasha...please...it's so humiliating..."

Sasha went on, finaly trying to pull the cups of Masako's bra down. She then kneaded the older teen's breasts again, finaly stroking her palm and thumb to the nipple, bumping her small butt to the other teen's tummy.

"Ahh...oh..." Masako closed her eyes tighter as she focused on the sensation,
She whimpered confused in a state of pain and pleasure but, mostly humiliated as the crowd watched.

Sasha sat there, right mounting the other girl's chest and hesitating to go on. She finaly kneaded the other kid's breasts more gentle, feeling a funny tickle in her own lower tummy. She rubbed a bit back and forth on Masako's lean tummy, looking at her face.
Saha could not help but wonder, for some reason Masako's face lacked the cold arrogance of her comrade's faces...was she realy as evil as the other members of that dojo?
How ever Sasha wished to win and so she finaly let go off those breasts, raising her hands.

Masako panted as Sasha continued to rub her breats feeling utterly dominated as the russian girl sat on her chest. She was both relieved and secretly unsatisfied as the russian girl had stopped, "please end this match..now..."
Masako begged looking into sasha's eyes for a hint of mercy.

Sasha stopped those touching, not wishing to steel Masako her warrior honor. Also to shy to simply to that in a ring, infront of so many peoples, while she had to admit, just like the moment when Masako had pissed her self, it was attracting something dark inside her.
Sasha winde her fists back and aimed a sollid right hook to the otrher girl's mouth, needing to dazze her for the final part.

The force of the punch made Masako roll away and put her on her stomach, the audience thought that she was knocked out but, amazingly her head tiled up and Masako attempted to get back up but, failed. She laid there spread out in her bra and panties.

Sasha towered over Masako and sighed, walking over to the folded table and grabbing it, pulling it to the middle of the ring to set it up well, preparing it to finish this match.

Masako's eyes were slowly kreeping into subconciousness but, amazingly she stood up again. Attempting to get back into a very shaky Karate stance but, her vision was heavily blurred and she used all of her strength just to stand up. It was over for the kawaii karate girl.

Sasha , after setting up the table, turned at the other girl. She was impressed by the pure fact that Masako had forced her self to stand up again. She looked at Masako with a new attitude and under a new light.
The pure hatred was replaced by some grimm respect..maybe Masako was indeed different then her comrades but also Sasha always fought hard and always saw no option but victory.
She then decided to try to take Masako trough the table with her infamous wedgie vertical suplex.
Sasha shifted weight to her back foot and then made a short dash at Masako,only some meters seperating both young warriors. The Cossack Kid aimed her left boot for the other girl's crotch as hard as she could, trying to make her double over wich was needed for that move.