AV 14 Swiss Miss Strip Match for the Hentai Title: Natasha Loclear Vs. Marisa Evans

While she didn't get the rear mount of Natasha that she had wanted, Marisa was still brought into close quarters with her blue haired foe.

Natasha's hands closed on her breasts, making her gasp, but Marisa remained focused. Her hands went to the shoulder straps of Natasha's, trying to pull them down onto her arms As she expected, Natasha tried to shove her off, not wanting to be in a position where Marisa might have the advantage. Pushing her away was a good tactic in a 'normal' hentai match, but this one had an addition. The stripping part. And while Natasha seemed like she wanted to start the sexual part of this match off, Marisa was more focused on getting the other woman out of that outfit.

Marisa threw herself back with Natasha's shove, her hands closing about the folds of her opponent's dress as she slid back. The model was thinking that, with the combined momentum of Natasha's shove and her own backwards lunge, that she would pull the other wrestler's dress at least down to her ankles. From there, Marisa would begin to pull and yank, trying to separate Natasha and the over-dress of the outfit!

Marisa's pleasure filled gasp was a lovely reward for the bluenette whose goal tonight wasn't just to win the belt but to take the top spot in the model's rankings of Frenchwomen. She had a good feeling who that woman was and she wasn't likely to get a match with her anytime soon, but Marisa wasn't leaving the ring that night without having experienced one of the best orgasm of her life, a bit of comfort after Natasha won the title.

Hoping for more of those lovely moans of hers Natasha tightened her fingers around the woman's mounds, twisting slowly inward for several seconds to see what other fun sounds she could coax out of Marisa before she needed to break them apart. Natasha shoved upwards against Marisa's full chest to force them back apart but she hadn't noticed her straps having been pulled down, only realizing what the model had done when she heard the buttons snapping on her over dress.

Suddenly frantic Natasha reached down but it was too late as already the black part of her dirndl had been pulled past her waist. Marisa was tugging hard on it trying to get it off of her completely but Natasha saw a shot and took it, kicking out at the tits of Marisa as hard as she could.

"Damn!" Marisa cursed as Natasha's dress didn't come all the way off. She had hoped to get the garment by surprise, something to rattle the French woman's confidence.

Still, the model had the garment more than halfway down. Marisa just needed to pull it the rest of the way. She stood up, right at the same time Natasha fired her kick off. What was meant to be a foot into her bountiful bosom wound up catching her in the stomach. Marisa's grip on the dirndl's dress tightened instinctively as she was booted, being sent away from her opponent. Although not her design it seemed as if Marisa would come away with Natasha's dress, but be left lying face up in the chocolate, coughing from the kick the French woman had delivered.

Natasha could see the bodice of her Dirndl was already too far gone for her to salvage, the garment stripped from her as far as she was concerned with its buttons undone and straps pulled down well past her shoulders to her waist. She hadn't been able to keep Marisa from tearing it down her body but Natasha was quick to make her pay for it with a swift double kick up into her breasts, or at least that had been her intention but Marisa rose to her feet and instead took Natasha's feet right in the stomach. She hadn't meant for it but the results worked in her favor all the same as Marisa fell backwards into the chocolate, struggling for air while clinging to the bodice she had stolen from the Frenchwoman.

This was an opening Natasha could ill afford not to take and she didn't intend to, getting back up to her feet as she walked over to the fallen Marisa. Reaching down Natasha gripped Marisa's skirt near the waist and sharply tugged it in opposite directions, trying to tear it right down the middle for some payback for her lost bodice.

Having the wind unexpectedly knocked out of her, Marisa continued to wheeze as she lay in the chocolate. Although it could have gone better, the model was content to have drawn first.....garment? Strip? Really how did one keep tally of things in this sort of match?

Before Marisa could wonder any further, Natasha was looming above her, grasping a hold of her skirt. Then she began to tear at the cloth, looking to part the material near her waist and rip the dress!
Still wheezing, Marisa could only feebly flail at Natasha's hands, one of the them still holding the tattered remnants of Natasha's bodice, but they offered little true resistance to the blue haired woman....

Marisa swatted at Natasha's hands just as the woman's skirt could be heard beginning to tear, but seeing as the woman still clung to Natasha's lost bodice she could do little more than get her hands to stinging from her slaps. She hadn't been sure how durable their dirndl were but not surprisingly once she got the tear started it quickly split down the middle giving her a great view of Marisa's now exposed sex whose tempting lips were moist and not just with chocolate.

"Sorry about the kick, let me make it up to you." Natasha said while she lowered herself down onto her knees in between the woman's legs, wrapping each of her arms around Marisa's legs to not only push them apart but to hold them down while she leaned in to run her tongue up along those inviting pussy lips.

The model got her air back just in time to let out a moan of pleasure.

Sitting up, Marisa looked down the length of her body to see Natasha kneeling between her legs, which meant that what she was feeling was the woman's talented tongue.
"Ahhh...you!" Marisa cried out. "Rushing things a bit, aren't you!?"

Bucking, she found her her legs held by Natasha, keeping her held down in the chocolate. Her sex began to dampen, adding her own taste to the chocolate covering it.....

Natasha could feel Marisa beginning to stir and tightened her arms around the woman's legs to keep her still enough for her to sneak another taste, enjoying the first one so much she simply had to dive her tongue inside for a few seconds to get a better one. She suddenly found herself wondering if Xenia had actually helped prepare the rather copious amount of chocolate which surrounded them for it was of far finer quality than she had expected of something that was meant to cover a ring, it tasted much like that pot of chocolate Xenia had brought out with her.

Her deep blue eyes glanced upward to see Marisa sitting upright and staring right back at her, Natasha flashing her a smile while taking another long lick up between her nether lips while the woman watched, not just chocolate gathered upon her tongue this time however as Natasha tasted just a touch of Marisa's honey.

"I would think the last thing anyone wants is for us to show restraint Marisa...least of all you and I." She said with a soft laugh before slipping her arms from around Marisa's legs, pushing them apart with her hands instead as she rose up to embrace the woman in a soft kiss, their lips only just brushing together while Natasha thrust her tits up into Marisa's mounds.

Marisa had to admit, Natasha had her in a bad way here, spread out like a meal to be enjoyed at her leisure. That's why she was more than a little surprised when the other contender for the Hentai championship made her way up the model's body. Whatever brought Natasha up here, Marisa responded to the kiss by deepening it, pressing her lips firmly to Natasha's after giving a moan as the French woman's breasts slid against hers through the cloth of her bodice. Although, really, Marisa never needed much encouragement to make out with an attractive girl.

Wrapping her arms around Natasha's waist and torso, Marisa suddenly tried to roll them over, looking to take the lead in their intimate dance, her lips not leaving her opponent's. If she could claim the top position, Marisa would drive her tongue into Natasha's mouth in a sudden invasion, while her hands tried to intertwine themselves with the other woman's before raising them above her head. If successful, the former champion would eventually break the kiss to let her mouth travel downwards, along the side of blue haired bombshell's neck, to lick at Natasha's nipple with a nimble tongue.

Just like any match those of the hentai variety were all about give and take, rolling with the punches until it was ones own turn to take control. Whoever made the most of these opportunities was what decided many contests and this one would likely be the same.

Natasha was prepared for a long game of give and take between her and Marisa and didn't want to rush things, putting Marisa on the defensive too early when she had the most energy to fight back. She turned her attention from the woman's sex to offer up a challenge via a kiss, pressing their beasts together as an added bonus. Marisa happily accepted and soon they were locked in quite the fiery war of tongues, Marisa rolling them over to take the top position to which Natasha responded with a loud gasp into the model's mouth.

Natasha played along as Marisa shifted her arms above their heads but she kept her fingers locked with hers making sure Marisa wasn't going anywhere either. She welcomed her slow descent to her mounds, moaning softly as Marisa skillfully pushed her nipple around with that delicious tongue of hers. Natasha wasn't just going to lay there however and soon her legs rose up and wrapped around Marisa's waist for a tight scissor hold, squeezing her while shifting her hips to press her damp labia to Marisa's own, the skirt all that lay between their bodies and it quickly became slick itself.