SS '14 Main Event Hentai Title Match: (C)Marissa Vs. Azami

The champion gasped as Azami's toe slid over her bikini covered womanhood. Somehow the girl was spot on, targeting her clitoris. Although Azami had amped down with the pressure on Marisa's legs and knees, the hold still kept her in close, and prevented her from simply backing away. In fact, it was close to being Marisa's finisher, the ridiculous but accurately named Figure Four Clitlock, so the model could appreciate the concept.

"You kinky little slut!" she cried out as Azami's toe continued to tease the pearl of her sex.

Despite herself, Marisa could feel her pussy starting to dampen, her body still somewhat aroused by both Azami's earlier hold, as well as her own erotic work on the blue haired Asian.

"Oh, I didn't expect that from you, Marisa-san..." Azami chuckled. "You're the hentai champion after all! Surely this much is among the norm for you?" the princess teased.

Having found Marisa's pearl, Azami focused her big toe on rubbing it up and down for a while, while keeping the lock secure. She's not going to have Marisa cum yet, though. Her plan was to arouse the champion to the state similar to hers earlier, where a simple stimulation could force an orgasm from her. After a while Azami would tighten the lock for a few seconds, before she finally released Marisa and got up onto her hands and knees.

That wouldn't be the end of the champion's predicament, though. Azami would try to flip Marisa onto her front, so she could sit on the girl's back and drape her arms on her knees in a set up for a camel clutch.

Moaning as Azami continued to tease her sex, Marisa writhed in the challenger's hold. The direct teasing of her clit, by the Asian's toe no less, provided a surprising amount of stimulation. Then Azami tightened the hold back up, causing the American to cry out in pain. However, it was only for a moment, before Azami released her to get to her hands and knees.

The model let out a quiet groan as Azami rolled her over onto her front. Warning bells went off in her head, the Japanese woman had already trapped her in a camel clutch earlier in the hold, and turned it into an effective sexual hold. However, Marisa found herself slowed by the arousal built up from Azami's hold, managing to start to get to her hands and knees before the Japanese woman settled down on her back, trapping her there....

Azami wasn't about to put Marisa in another camel clutch even if it looked like she's going to do that. This time, she would wrap an arm around the model's neck and pulled her backwards for a sleeper-clutch combo, although she went easy with the sleeper. It would be a shame if she knocked the champion out cold with anything that isn't an orgasm after all.

"You have such a lovely voice, Marisa-san~ Why don't let the audience hear more of it!" teased the princess as her other hand went backwards to where the girl's sex was.

Azami would then start poking around the crotch of the champion once more with her fingers and drew some circles around it. Her plan was to continue the assault to the champion's clit with some sensual massage, wanting to keep Marisa aroused and on the edge most of the time.

The model discovered she was mistaken about Azami's intentions, as the girl put her in a different hold than what she was expecting. Held immobile, she found she couldn't escape the challenger's probing fingers.

"Unnnh...oh...oh god, Azami...." she breathed huskily as her opponent continued to arouse her body.

The Moon Princess concentrated on Marisa's clit, and was rewarded when the model's hips quivered against her will, drawing a shuddering moan of pleasure from the under siege champion. Her juices flowed from her sex, soaking her bikini bottom as Azami ever so teasingly brought her to the edge of an orgasm...

"Mmmm~ Looks like you're getting pretty wet down here," Azami giggled. "I guess the real action can start now..."

The princess pushed her fingers deeper for a bit before releasing the champion and pushed Marisa onto her front. Shifting herself backwards, Azami would then drape one of the model's legs over her own while she place her other on top of Marisa's. Using her opponent's legs as leverage, Azami would then start humping her sex against Marisa's own.

"No need to hold back, Marisa-san... I'm sure you're dying to get a release already... ohohoh~"

"Not as wet as you are...!" Marisa tossed back in response to the Moon Princess's taunt.
The model managed to clamp down on a loud moan that nearly burst from her lips as Azami's fingers slid deeper into her sex for a moment. Then the Japanese woman made her move, intertwining their legs and sliding smoothly into a trib position.

Marisa was a veteran of hentai matches in the AFW, of many different contests of sexual competition. And all of them had one thing in common: Being made to climax was bad. As a result, certain habits had formed in the model. As close as she was to cumming, Marisa's instincts told her to escape. So quickly, the American thrust out with her legs while rolling to the right, looking to break the hold by forcing Azami's legs apart and then escaping. However, once it was done, the ref held up her hand, calling for a break in the match. Marisa's eyes would widen as she realized what that meant......

Azami was rather surprised when Marisa broke away from the hold, but a wicked smile quickly appeared on her face as she realized what it meant. She didn't expect the champion to make the same mistake like she did, but now she had an opportunity to pay the model back. The blue haired girl sighed in delight and got up onto her feet before she would take Marisa's arms to haul her up.

"Mmm... it seems it's time to return the favor..." Azami giggled as she began to strip Marisa's attire so both of them would be naked.

The rules didn't state clearly how the penalty should be applied, so Azami figured she could mix a bit of pain to weaken Marisa further. She pushed her opponent slightly to bend her over, before draping a leg over the neck of the champion to put the model in the octopus hold position. Azami didn't apply too much pressure on the girl's body, though, as one of her hands would trail down to Marisa's womanhood, giving it a slow teasing rub before jamming her fingers into he girl's sex.

"You know, I think I won't mind if you take your time in this position..." the princess taunted before she start pumping her fingers in and out.

"Whoa, hey...a little anxious now, are we?" Marisa mock protested as Azami stripped her of her bikini, to the crowd's approval.

She was then pushed down into position, Azami setting up her octopus hold. The hold forced her to bend over, putting her at the Asian's mercy, as well as making her more than a bit uncomfortable. Then her opponent's fingers started their work. Marisa moaned lewdly as the Japanese woman caressed her sex.
"Unnhh...noooo.." she breathed softly.
Then she cried out loudly as her womanhood was filled with Azami's fingers.
The champion shook her head back and forth, her platinum hair flying about wildly as her pussy quivered around Azami's fingers.

"Do you think you'll last longer than me, Marisa-san?" Azami teased as she continued to stimulate the champion's womanhood with her fingers. "Maybe you will... you're the champion after all..."

The longer this went, the bigger her advantage over Marisa would be, so Azami didn't mind if the model took her sweet time to cum. She didn't really pump her fingers faster for that reason, wanting to see just how long Marisa could hold out after all she did to the girl. Poking the girl's pride while she's at it would be a bonus to the princess.

"Come on... show your fans just how tough you are, Marisa-san~" cooed Azami.