Sparring Has Many Forms (For Kaz)

Marisa allowed herself to be moved forward, under the falling water.
"Mmm, I'm sure." she replied.

Pressing herself against Azami, her nipples grew hard as they rubbed against the other woman's orbs. On instinct, Marisa slid them against Azami's own, her arms reaching around the Japanese woman, so her hands could glide down Azami's back, along the curve of her rear. Her lips slid teasingly close to Azami's, but just before they made contact she stopped.
"Mmm, if we're going to wash, won't we need soap?" she said with a grin.

She motioned to a small bag she had left on the floor just inside the stall. Somwhat see through, it contained a small bottle of bodywash and a body sponge.
"Oops...it seems I dropped the soap....could you get it for me?"

Azami purred as she felt Marisa's nipples rubbing her own, so eager to kiss the girl in front of her when the model suddenly stopped. She smirked at Marisa, and slided herself around the girl's body to maintain body contact for as long as possible before she picked the soap.

"Of course, Marisa-san..." Azami nodded before she went past the model to pick the requested stuff.

Facing away from the other girl, she bent over to pick the soap bottle and the sponge from the bag, not really suspecting anything. This was just some fun in shower, right?

Marisa studied the view with a smile on her face as Azami went to retrieve her shower bag, bending over to do so.
That smile still remained when the Japanese woman turned back around to face her.
"Why....thank you." she said. "I think I saw some places that are going to need my attention when I wash you."
She held her hand out for the soap and sponge, intending to use them on Azami.
"Tell me something. When in it comes to erotic events, you're good. You've had some really great battles against Natalia, and Natasha, just to name a few." she said, lathering up her hands while setting the sponge aside. "Why haven't you dropped a challenge for the hentai title?"
As she spoke, the model reached around the Asian's hips, running her soap covered hands up along Azami's stomach, to the underside of her firm breasts, then back down towards her sex, stopping just shy of it to return back up....

Azami purred as Marisa began to run her soap covered hands on her belly, and she would get some soap on her hands too to wash the girl's shoulders. Listening to what Marisa said, Azami just smiled. It's true that she had wondered whether she could get the hentai belt for herself one day, but for now...

"Perhaps, but my losses are quite noticeable too..." she said as her hands began to trail down above Marisa's breasts. "I think I still have a long way to go..."

She was getting excited as the model's hands went around her crotch, only to be denied attention down there as Marisa moved them up. Azami returned the favor by going around the model's breasts, rubbing the girl's arms and side, but never touching those delicious looking pair.

"You think so?" Marisa said, raising an eyebrow at Azami's modesty. "Nobody wins every single match."
Azami's teasing wasn't lost on the American who watched as the other woman's hands went around her breasts.
"Still, haven't you wondered how good you are?" she said. "To see if your skills and body can match up against the best...or at least the one who has a belt that says she's the best?"

With that, Marisa eased her leg up, her thigh rubbing against the softness of Azami's sex. She also bent her head down, her lips engulfing one of the Japanese nipples, her nimble tongue flicking rapidly over the pink bit of flesh...

Azami might not be the humblest person ever on the ring, but she never really boasted herself whenever it's not necessary. At least, she didn't have the reason to be over confident in the presence of Marisa, who had the belt to show that she's one of the best around here.

"Mmm... I do wonder about it from time to time... I do managed to beat Natalia-san... so who knows, really..." she purred as the model's leg began to rub on her sex while the girl's lips nibbled on her nipple. "Ah...!"

She rubbed the breasts of Marisa while also playing with the girl's nipples in return, rubbing her fingers on those hardened buds and pinched them softly at times. Her legs would also have rubbed the womanhood of the model if she didn't have to worry about her balance, but that could be fixed. Azami slowly stepped backwards, until she could rest her back against the wall, so she didn't have to worry about using her thigh to tease Marisa's sex without tripping over.

"Mmm..." Marisa arched her back slightly as Azami leaned against the wall and slid her leg against the model's sex. "Well, I think you've got...potential. You see, I'm looking for an opponent for Summer Splash. But I don't want Natalia, as fun as she is, to be the one standing in front of me there. She's been at the main event there too many times if you ask me. And Natasha, well she's got her little contract to take me on whenever she'd like. I could offer Akashi a rematch, but she does seem busy these days."

As she spoke, her hands almost absentmindedly ran along Azami's body, one squeezing her breast, thumb flicking back and forth across the nipple sensually. The other reached down, between their bodies, sliding along the lips of Azami's womanhood.
"No, I want a relatively fresh face at Summer Splash. Not some rookie, for me to toy with mind you, but a woman who's been around a bit, who has established herself as an erotic specialist of sorts. Someone who has been in big events, to be in the biggest hentai event of the season." she went on. "So here is the thing...running into you is quite lucky for me. It gives me a chance to...well let's call it spar. To spar with you. And maybe it'll arouse your interest enough to go to Lukretia and sign up for Summer Splash."

"Mmmh..." Azami moaned as Marisa ran her hands all over her body. "A spar, huh...?"

Listening to what the model said, she had to say that she's the one who should feel lucky running into Marisa. Not only because the could spar with each other like this, but also because the girl considered her as a potential challenger for the hentai belt. Considering her recent results, it seemed like some sort of a morale boost. Azami felt a little spark inside her. This might just be her year. Of course, she had to find out just how good Marisa was, personally.

Her thigh began to rub the womanhood of the girl back and forth while she also rubbed and pinched Marisa's nipple teasingly. Her free hand would sneak around the back of the model and travel down to grope the girl's butt cheek, before giving it a light spank.

"So... this spar... I'm assume we're already starting now...?" she smiled.

The model moaned lowly as Azami teased her nipples, her sex wet with more than just the water from the shower.
"That would be a fair assumption..." she replied to the Moon Princess's question. "A good way to -mmm, yes- feel you out."

Her fingers found the pink pearl of Azami's clitoris. With slow sensual movements, Marisa's fingertips rubbed over it as she stopped teasing all the other parts of the Asian's body, so that the only stimulation she had was from the sensitive bud of flesh...

"Oohhh..." Azami moaned as she felt Marisa's fingers worked on her clit and focused her teasing there.

She groped the ass of the model roughed while still rubbing her fingers on the nipple of Marisa in an attempt to keep up. Her thigh moved back and forth faster between the girl's legs, trying to get the hentai champion as aroused as she could.

The focused effort of the model might be more effective than her own, but Azami didn't want to mimic what her sparring partner did. She wanted to overwhelm Marisa with her own method. Her hand that was on the model's rear would try to slip between the girl's legs from behind, as she planned to slip her middle finger into the sex of Marisa.