Tiffany Laurence vs Kirin Sumomo

"Ahh..." the Texan sighed as she felt Kirin's fingers create a rip in her suit, baring the blonde's sex to the air. "No you don't..." she said as she tried to close her legs, but the older woman had her legs braced apart.
Her hips gave a brief thrust as she felt Kirin's tongue on her sex.
*She's...pretty good ahh..* she thought.
Her fingers grasped hold of Kirin's clit, squeezing it and then releasing. She repeated this over and over, hoping to make a pulsing sensation on the sensitive bit of flesh...

Kirin released a heavy grunt as Tiffany pinched her clit, the steady pulsing of her love bud driving her heartbeat up as her tender pussy flowed generously.

Kirin was distracted from her oral pleasing of the Texan, seeing she was quite far behind in this race and already at a handicap from her mind-fogging lust. She'd try to change tactics suddenly, grabbing onto Tiffany's thighs in her arms and rolling backward, hoping to shift her ass over Tiffany's face rather than her vulnerable pussy. Optimally, it would roll her into a sitting position on top of Tiffany's face and her legs pulled up over her stomach for a simple submission hold that would leave her own love hold exposed

Tiffany gasped as she felt Kirin shift, her pussy sliding away from her mouth just enough to put it out of reach of her wet and wild tongue.
"Mmph-" she grunted as the veteran then began to roll, looking to place the Texan in a bad spot, indeed.
But Tiffany managed to keep her hand on Kirin's clit, and she desperately exploited that. Her fingers took Kirin's love nub between her first finger and her thumb and then began stroking it with an up and down motion, almost like a handjob to a male's member. It's Tiffany's hope that the intense sensation will stall Kirin's move and make her slump forward a little in ecstasy, and then the Texan will swing her legs up, looking to scissor them around Kirin's neck to try and pull her upper body down as she sits up. If it works, Kirin will be on her hands and knees, straddling Tiffany's middle and lower body, and Tiff will be sitting up with Kirin's sex open before her....

Kirin lovingly slurped on her opponent's opened snatch, her moans reaching an all time high as Tiffany stroked her clit between her fingers. It wasn't as stimulating as earlier, but it was still something, and she needed to cut off Tiffany's attacks or it would only get worse. And she could feel herself getting dangerously close to an orgasm.

She would lift her ass straight up before bringing it down hard onto Tiffany's face, hoping to rattle the Texan or loosen her grip. She'd deliver a second hip drop while maintaining her oral lock on her lower lips, but if she won't release after a third, Kiriin will heave forward with a loud cry of "OH GOD, YES!"

"Ooof!" Tiffany grunted at the first hit, Kirin's ass feeling like a padded fist. A BIG padded fist. The Texan's fingers slowed...
The second hit made her cry out, and the sexual attack on her pussy forced a raising of her hips as the vet's experience in...other areas came shining through as her juices began to flow heavily....
But when the hips raised for a third hit, Tiff, desperate to stop the hip drops, struck, shoving three fingers into Kirin's sex and pumping them rapidly.
"Let's see if you can hold out against this!" she said confidently

Kirin screamed outloud in ecstacy at the sudden pressing of Tiffany's assault on her wet womanhood. She doubled over, nearly falling flat on her face as she gripped Tiffany's wrist tightly. It wasn't clear if it was to slow down her efforts or keep her there longer between her legs

Kirin's wild moaning and gasping would leak drool onto the mat beneath her. She grinds with the pumping of Tiffany's fingers, barely enough of her wits left to grind her ass into Tiffany's face in the process, the weight of her body not spent on humping her fingers used to crush, batter, and smother her with her large ass.

Tiffany grunted as gasped as Kirin continued to batter her face with her ass. She didn't know how much she could take of this.
"Oof...just give...in!" she gasped out between hits before Kirin's ass smothered her face.
Her fingers curled inside Kirin's wet pussy in a 'come here' gesture, going deep into her sex in an attempt to hit her most sensitive points, as she also tried to roll, looking to put the older woman under her and take command of the 69 to stop the smother.

Kirin finally caved to the fingering, weaking to the scooping motion deep inside her pussy. Her spandex caked in sweat, she was easily bucked off of Tiffany by her roll. Knowing that her weight advantage would mean next to nothing beneath, Kirin would try to keep the roll going to shove and separate herself from Tiffany for a moment and regroup.

Tiffany let out a low growl of disappointment as the older veteran managed to roll away.
However, the Texan wasn't going to let Kirin simply rest up. Getting to her feet, she ran towards the Asian woman, looking to grab onto Kirin's head and get a hand on her hip to attempt a suplex, wanting to keep pressure on her foe,

Kirin was a bit lightheaded from the near orgasm, the elementary move was still memorized into her deepest memories. Kirin would plant her feet, pouring all of her weight backward to ground herself against the suplex. If she could stop the move, she'd lash her hands around Tiffany's waist and attempt her own belly to oversized belly suplex to hope to turn the tide. If she failed, she would simply slam into the mad noisily, grunting loudly and rolling while holding her neck.