After A Spar: Momoko, Yatori and Sasha

Yatori had initiated the lock-up with naughty intentions in mind, but she could also appreciate Sasha professionally in wrestling terms. "Hee hee," she giggled as she wriggled upon Sasha. "No wonder Momo-chan approves of you... you're very strong... but, you're not used to this, are you?" That last comment was aimed at Sasha accidentally rubbing herself on Yatori's thigh.

Now, the crotch bump caught Yatori by surprise. But she was very used to it, unlike her opponent. So all Sasha got out of her was a small twit of entertainment. "Not like that," she softly advised. "Like this..."

And she gently rubbed her sex into Sasha's with a sultry sigh.

Momoko, meanwhile, found herself looking away. Yatori...

Sasha blushed deep red as their groins did slide over each other with a short thrust of Yatori's hip. Sasha leaned back a bit, then she sliped her hip abck and pressed her firm small breasts into Yatori's mighty cleavage.
She pressed forth with some strenght and tried to push Yatori backward while her face looked like a ripe tomato.

It felt nice but Sasha tried to win and so she did bend her left knee, pressing on.

Yatori was tickled much by Sasha's counterattack. "Breast to breast, huh?" she teased as their breasts mashed together, her nipples hardening as they rubbed against the surprisingly soft skin of Sasha's bosom.

The Mafiosi stood her ground with a slight smile. This being her favorite position, she wasn't planning to lose, rubbing against Sasha teasingly alongside a light chuckle of pleasure.

Then she though better and took a step back to separate their chests. Only she suddenly bumped her breasts into Sasha's, aiming to hit her sexually-inexperienced opponent's nipples with hers. Quite the jolt, she knew, the erotic impact able to make any girl- including Yatori herself- gasp and shudder at the very least.

Sasha tumbeled back. It seemed like Yatori planned this match to be much more naughty then Sasha had planned. As Yatori's nipples flicked over Sasha's she leaned back, blushed and gasped.
Sasha felt a funny tickle in her whole bussom.
Sasha felt her small nipples stiffening. She bowed forth and tried to lock up with Yatori again.

"Oho," Yatori teased at the flustered Sasha. Her own cheeks were red from naughty excitement. "Can't take me here?" Her breasts waggled sexily.

Again the Mafiosi locked up with her Russian playmate, aiming for a stalemate. "One of the things you do," she suddenly advised, "When fighting soft but sexy, is this..."

She would then move her thigh in between Sasha's legs to gently rub Sasha's sex.

"Now do it to me," she commanded after several seconds of stroking.

Sasha let out a cute gasp and then sunk back a bit, giving in to the rubbing until she realzed that she was on the edge of totaly giving in.
Her view sharpedned again as a warm sensation was building up in her womb.
She felt jolts of exitement rushing up her spine but her fighting spirit wasn't gone.
She hoisted her self up a bit and slipped her right foot forth, bending her knee as she skiped her hip up a bit to rub it over the upper brim of Yatori's mound.

Yatori let out an appreciative moan as Sasha enthusiastically stroked her sex. "Good," she praised. "Very good..."

She continued to lovingly caress Sasha's sex with her creamy-skinned thigh. "That's a minor sexual attack, good for starting off, but not very strong. You need a better attack, like-"

Again she clipped her nipples into Sasha's. Impact made her gasp "-this!", the nubs hard and sensitive now following Sasha's counterattack.

Referee Momoko's face resembled a cherry in its redness. She was trying to keep an eye on the action, but found herself forcing her eyesight to center Yatori and Sasha's blushing faces, rather than on her friends' sexes and breasts. "T-this is," she mumbled self-consciously to herself. "... weird..."

Sasha rolled her shoulder back a bit and moaned, the pink, flourishing nubbs on her small breasts stiffening. She took a short deep breath, feeling warmth floating trough her womb as she slipped her knee forth giving a full stroke to Yatori's crotch as she had to grab the nearby wall to keep standing.
Sasha's small wordld was spinning as she leaned in to take some momentum forth.
"I..mmhh,,hh...see..ahhh..mhwhat are wiii duingg againnn?" She asked with another cute moan.

Yatori arched a little from building lust as Sasha's knee scraped against her sex so pleasurably. "Wrestling," she purred. "Hentai wrestling..."

Still rubbing her thigh into Sasha's sex, Yatori made to extricate her hands from the test-of-strength lock. She was relying on the Russian girl's aroused distraction to get free, so she could go for a firm but gentle hug to pull their fronts together, nipple upon nipple, sex against sex, for the sexual jolt of Sasha's experience.

Seeing what was coming up next, Momoko instantly turned around and fixed her eyes on a wall, anywhere but on her two friends. Yatori... that's... ugh...

Sasha slipped her right foot back. Neither as openminded as Yatori nor as modest and ashame like Momoko she leaned aside a bit, trying to break free with a quick turn but still the warmth of Yatori's body and the short but close preassure made Sasha take a deep breath, followed by a long sigh as she arched in the hug.
She turned her hip a bit and pressed her crotch up into Yatori's a bit.
The warm sensation in her belly turned into a tornado of emotions as she rubbed her knee lower over Yatori's upper thight,trying to slip free.