Femie Weydman Vs. Misaki Sagashima

"Ohoho!"

Femie chortled at Misaki's shyness. "So shy, so very adorable! You are as delicious as a crepe, ma Chere!" Femie leaned up and kissed Misaki on the cheek. "We can continue with the battle and worry about the magnetism afterward, OK?"

Femie suddenly shoved at Misaki's shoulder and tried to push her off so she could try to roll away.

Misaki clumsily stumbled back onto her feet, her hand held to the cheek that Femie had kissed. Her mind was racing with lewd thoughts, the sensation of not only the kiss, but the feeling of Femie's breast in her hand clouded her thoughts. Still, she managed to keep herself somewhat together, if only barely.

"Aahh... I... Uh... O-o-okay..." Misaki replied, falling back into her combat stance and trying to appear ready, despite the obvious, bright red look of embarrassment in her face.

Femie hopped on the balls of her feet and danced back and forth while she waited for Misaki. The girl was still quite defensive but still seemed flustered. Femie grinned. She had an answer and it was something she had wanted to try. She bent her knees and ran at Misaki, launching herself at the girl and aiming a dropkick at her taped chest.

Hardly expecting such a powerful and high-risk move, Misaki was taken off-guard. Femie's feet slammed into her chest, crushing her already-compressed boobs even further.

Knocked flat on her back, she gasped audibly in pain, trying to cradle her injured breasts.

Femie bounced off the mat and into a crouch. She looked as Feme laid on her back and loke a frog, she hopped forward and looked to splash her body into Misaki's. She had a bright grin on her face as she soared briefly through the air. She was having a bit of fun with this girl and even though she was quite athletic, she didn't have a plethora of wrestling moves at her disposal.

"Ghhhhhh.... AHHHH!" Misaki cried out as Femie's full body weight suddenly came crushing down on her. Despite having been trained in multiple practical self-defense measures, it did little to prepare her to deal with flashy pro-wrestling moves like this.

Groggy from the impact, Misaki just let out a long moan, trapped helplessly beneath Femie.

"Ohoho, how dastardly of me!" Femie said as she flopped onto Misaki. She reached over and grabbed the girl's leg and hooked it into a pin. Then she shifted her body so that Femie's plump breasts rolled onto Misaki's face as the referee slid into place.

"One!"

Misaki would see, quite literally, what Femie meant by being dastardly. She hadn't meant the splash at all.

"Mmm... MMMMMMMMMPH...!" Misaki suddenly panicked, realizing her face was buried in Femie's bosom. Despite not even realizing the pin count was going on, she began to squirm and thrash about, desperate to escape her current embarrassing predicament.

Femie was disappointed when Misaki started thrashing. She wasn't going to pin the girl down, that was for sure so instead of trying to wriggled Misaki into a position where she could pin the girl, she instead tried to slide down Misaki's body and tangle their legs up in a painful grapevine, wondering how Misaki might react if she felt their bodies THAT close together...

Misaki breathed a huge gasp of relief, having escaped Femie's breasts. However, before she could shake it off and re-collect her sense, she quickly found herself in yet another predicament.

She squirmed as Femie's limbs began to snake around her own, entangling their two bodies. Even through her bandages, Misaki could feel Femie's large boobs squished up against her own, causing a huge feeling of arousal to swell up within her.

"Hhnnnnnnnn... Ahhhhhhh..." Misaki let out a conflicted moan of both pain and pleasure, struggling against Femie's binding grasp. As hard as she tried to suppress her sexual instincts and focus on the fight, it was all but impossible for her in this position.

"S-s-s-stop... L-let go of m-m-me...!'