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

The model's mouth went from giving a light hearted grin to surprised and pained O as Natasha plowed into her. The spear knocked the wind out of her as Marisa went down into the chocolate, her opponent splashing down on top of her.

Marisa was still stunned when Natasha went after her bodice, unable to try and grab the other woman's hands to try and prevent her from stripping away a piece of the dirndl. Soon the sound of tearing cloth was heard as the bodice was torn away, leaving Marisa bare breasted, much to the crowd's enjoyment if their cheers were any indication.

Natasha had watched footage of Marisa's match with Azami likely a dozen or so times in the days leading up to tonight, preparing herself to face the former champion, and what she had learned was the difference between her game and Azami's. Azami had bested the woman in pure sexual combat and while Natasha was confident she could do the same she also knew she could bring more to the table, such as spearing Marisa down into the chocolate. She launched herself at the woman, shoulder crashing into Marisa's stomach with more than enough force to fling her down onto her back, chocolate splashing over them both as Natasha landed on top of her.

She did not sit idle for long either as her hands grabbed hold of Marisa's bodice and tore it open with such force she ripped not just the bodice but Marisa's blouse open as well. She only came away with the woman's bodice in her hands but Marisa's breasts were now bare, her blouse having been yanked open during the struggle giving Natasha quite the view of her heaving mounds. "Now those do look scrumptious, but I think they need more chocolate don't you?" Natasha said after tossing the bodice aside, scooping up chocolate into her hands before slapping them across Marisa's breasts, moving her hands around the firm orbs to massage the chocolate over her breasts.

Marisa could only manage a weak groan as Natasha worked to turn her breasts into a pair of chocolate covered mounds. Looking down she found that Natasha had not only taken her bodice but practically rendered her blouse worthless as well!

After a few moments of Natasha's sensual breast massage, that the model punctuated with increasing louder sighs and moans of arousal, Marisa managed to get her breath back after taking the thunderous spear. Her nipples were hard as small pink pebbles. She knew she had to go back on offensive but Natasha seemed to hold the advantage, using the chocolate to good effect......

Natasha felt like an artist working on a masterpiece as she spread the chocolate over the heaving breasts of the former champion, tilting her head to the right like a painter admiring their work just as she put the finishing touches on by giving Marisa's nipples a firm pinching to clear the chocolate from them, tiny pink circles in the middle of a field of chocolate. "This might just be some of my best work, hopefully the cameras get a close up of it so I can have a picture to hang on my wall at home." She said with a laugh, looking far happier than she had a few moments ago during their talk about her place on Marisa's favorites list.

It was almost a shame to ruin her work but Natasha couldn't help it, sliding herself backwards while dragging her own breasts along the woman's stomach, letting Marisa feel just hard her own nipples had become. Leaning down she flicked each of Marisa's nips with her tongue to start, smiling up at the model as she proceeded to wrap her lips around not just the nipple of her right breast but the entire areola as well, suckling the chocolate covered flesh happily before doing the same to the other mound. Meanwhile her left hand sought out Marisa's wrists so she could pin at least one of them down, her right hand however moved southward until Natasha was stroking Marisa's pussy.

Shuddering in pleasure, the model groaned as Natasha's lips fastened around the nipple and it's surrounding area.
"Well, I do...ahhn..so love to inspire people..." Marisa gasped out load.

When Natalia reached for her wrists, Marisa was still able to focus enough to keep one of her hands free of the other woman's grasp. She used it to try and push Natasha's head off to the side slightly, looking to move her mouth off of her sensitive nipple and instead guide her face into the valley of her breasts and try to apply a breast smother. If it worked, she would lock it in at the same time Natasha would begin running her fingers over Marisa's sex, leading to an interesting situation....

"Oh thats obvious, is it why you model?" With Natasha's reply the two sounded more like they were carrying on a casual conversation at a bar than in the middle of a match, a thought that elicited a soft chuckle from the Frenchwoman while she worked upon Marisa's full breasts. "You are quite the canvas to work on you know." She added after giving each of her chocolate mounds a long and quite wet kiss.

While her mouth played with the Marisa's breasts her hands felt around for the woman's wrists, finding one to pin against the mat but the other eluded her until she felt it pressing against her head. She resisted but only just enough to make it interesting for Marisa as she was guided into the valley between her mounds, chocolate smearing across her cheeks as she was pulled into a smother.

It was certainly one of the tastiest holds Natasha could remember being in as she had plenty of the sweet desert to lap up with her tongue, turning her head as much she could to suck upon the warm flesh on either side of her. She was going to be an easy one to keep down though as she proved by sliding her index and middle fingers from her right hand slowly into the woman's sex, pushing past the slick and swollen labia to delve into Marisa's folds. So long as she was held in the smother Natasha would pump her fingers in and out, swirling them around when they were at their deepest within her pussy for some added fun.

Marisa let out a husky moan as Natasha worked on her breasts, licking the chocolate off of them sensually. She managed to snag the European with her breast smother, but Natasha slipped two fingers inside of her sex as the two women remained in close quarters.

Her hips began to buck as Natasha fingered the model's pussy. Despite the smother, it seemed as if Natasha was going to continue her sexual attack, taking it up a level against Marisa's highly aroused sex. Then Natasha began to swirl the fingers within her deep in Marisa's depths. Caught off guard, the model let out a surprised "Ahhhhhh!" as she suddenly came, her climax felt by Natasha's fingers within her spasming pussy!

The cameramen were scrambling around the ring to find just the right angle to get the best shot of the race currently going on within those ropes, the jumbo-tron over the entrance showing a close up view of Natasha's head buried in Marisa's chocolate covered breasts side by side with one of Natasha's fingers knuckle deep inside her opponent's pussy. It was certainly a gamble on her part but Natasha was confident she could outlast Marisa, especially since she could just lay still on top of the model to conserve her energy while her fingers worked over the woman's sex. If she lost the bet however Natasha's chances at holding the title would surely slip through her fingers as she drifted into unconsciousness.

Natasha was mentally prepared to go without air until Marisa gave up on her smother, but much to her surprise all it took was a swirling of her fingers inside the woman's tight sex to push her over the edge into orgasm. As sudden and unexpected as Marisa's orgasm was Natasha was at a complete loss for several moments, the Frenchwoman in utter disbelief that she had not only pulled an orgasm out of the former hentai champion so quickly but had also just won the title in record time in doing so. Natasha pulled her fingers from the woman's still spasming sex to push against her shoulders, breaking free of the smother with chocolate smeared over her face and a wide smile on her lips.

"Well that was fun Marisa but if you don't mind I have a title to claim." Natasha said, barely able to hold back the excitement that was quickly building within her. That was when the referee pointed at the torn open blouse Marisa still wore on her body, explaining that while it was ripped open it was still on her person meaning the orgasm didn't end the match.

Marisa panted as she came down from the climax, Natasha starting to lay claim to the belt she had won.

Only....she hadn't.

The former champion grinned as the ref explained to Natasha what Marisa had already known. Technically, her blouse was still on, even if it was in tatters. Which, in a strip match, meant that since it was still on her body, the orgasm didn't count. So...nothing was over yet.

Quickly, Marisa sat up, while pushing back against Natasha, dumping the other woman onto her back in the chocolate. Seizing the French woman's frayed and torn blouse, the model would tear at the cloth almost savagely, looking to rip the garment off of Natasha.

Natasha was in disbelief as he listened to the referee try to explain that she hadn't won the title just yet. She looked down to the torn open blouse and understood the ref was right, while it was no longer protecting Marisa's modesty her arms were still in the sleeves, meaning the woman still had one piece of clothing on when she had climaxed and was still very much in the match. She understood why the match wasn't over but she didn't have to like it, the advantage had just passed from her to Marisa and she knew it.

While she was looking up at the referee Marisa took her shot, dumping Natasha onto her back with the chocolate splashing over her from the sudden and hard landing. Before she could so much as get her arms up the model was upon her and tearing at her blouse, not just stripping it from her but tearing the white fabric to shreds as she pulled off the remains of it from the Frenchwoman's body. Natasha had lost the blouse within seconds but she would not just lay there for Marisa, her right leg shooting up to kick against the woman's stomach trying to drive her away.