Shinkokuna Tōsaku

Akashi narrowed her eyes at Natasha's threat. "Embarrass me?" She growled back. "You've already embarrassed yourself enough. I don't think that's going to happen!" Akashi grunted as she leaned away from the elbow, letting it bounce uselessly off her arm.

She used her free hand and tugged at Natasha's sports bra, letting her big orbs spill out and plop onto the top ropes, on display for the crowd before she roughly grabbed one and started to knead it.

She leaned forward, pressing her own bare chest into Natasha's back and she opened her mouth to bite down onto Natasha's ear lobe. "Nnn..." She hummed into Natasha's ear.

"Marisa-chan's a nice girl, but she likes things a bit softer than me. You'll have to do better than throw a little elbow if you want to embarrass me." Akashi purred into Natasha's ear. As if to prove her point, she thrust a leg upwards between Natasha's legs. Not trying to cause her pain, but trying to lift her off the canvas and onto her tip toes, her foot resting on the bottom rope while her arm tugged on Natasha's wrist, as if she was controlling the French woman like a puppet on strings.

As she twisted her body to throw the elbow back Akashi yanked back on her arm to force her the other way, playing with Natasha like she was some puppet. That thought infuriated the blue haired woman to no end and the nerve of Akashi to call her an embarrassment only stoked the flames higher. She wanted to shout back at her but instead Natasha bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself from saying anything in return, not wanting to give the woman the satisfaction of getting a response out of her.

Despite that conviction Natasha could do next to nothing to slow down Akashi, the woman proving Natasha a prophet as she tore her sports bra upwards letting the Frenchwoman's ample breasts spill out onto the top ropes. Being exposed didn't bother Natasha in the least but she knew how she looked, like she was being put on display by Akashi, and that mental image had her cheeks turning a faint crimson.

Groaning as Akashi's hand latched onto one of her mounds Natasha kept her lips firmly shut, that was until she felt that knee lifting up against her sex. Her lips parted in a low moan as Akashi twisted Natasha's arm moving her sex back and forth over the woman's knee, the nibbling upon her ear not helping matters in the least as she felt her shorts beginning to cling to her body as she grew wet.

Akashi could hear Natasha trying to hold in her moans. She knew how things looked but the bluenette was just so insistent on running her mouth and whining about everything. Maybe if she was too busy moaning then she couldn't talk about anything else.

Akashi pinched one of Natasha's nipples as she let her fingers slide off of the big breast. She then plunged her hand downward into Natasha's shorts and felt for the warm slick slit that was Natasha's pussy. She then began to rub her fingers quickly against Natasha's pussy lips and clit.

Natasha hated that she was moaning for Akashi but she couldn't do much about it as her body wasn't refusing to her commands to stop, each moan that escaped her long and drawn out. A sharp gasp punctuated the moans, interrupting them before the woman's hand left Natasha's breast alone, but that didn't comfort Natasha in the slightest as there was but one place where Akashi could put that hand to better use. Sure enough a moment later she felt that hand diving underneath her shorts, prying the skin tight material away from her body as those fingers quickly found Natasha's damp sex. She gave yet another valiant effort to free herself as those fingers began their work but as hard as she twisted her body she couldn't break Akashi's hold on her arm, her moans coming faster now while her labia began to swell and moisten in response to the fingers of Akashi.

Akashi worked expertly and silently as Natasha filled the wordless vacuum with moans. It was nice to hear the bluenette begin to crumble from pleasure and with the hold she had her in, Akashi was certain she was going to stain those tight shorts that her hand was rubbing against.

Akashi began to pant softly into Natasha's ear, not because she was getting worked up, though she was still quite moist, but just to drive Natasha further into ecstasy quicker, while the foot she pressed against the bottom rope, the one she had jammed between Natasha's legs, began to rock, bouncing Natasha up and down on her leg while her fingers worked Natasha's pussy and the ring ropes began to oscillate, forcing Natasha's tits to bounce as they slapped against the ropes as well.

"Hn... hn... hn... hn... hn..."

The faint sounds of Akashi panting filled Natasha's ears, but she wasn't foolish enough to think the sumo was getting off on working her over. Akashi was making those lustful sounds on purpose to eat away at Natasha's resolve, yet despite knowing what the woman was trying to do it didn't make the tactic any less effective. She almost wished Akashi would go back to taunting her, at least that hadn't turned her on.

Her situation only grew more dire as Akashi slipped her fingers rather easily into Natasha's damp and inviting sex, that knee of hers only adding to her troubles. More than anything Natasha hated feeling helpless when in a match but thats how she felt then as she was moved to Akashi's whims, her tits now bouncing upon the top rope much to the joy of those who had turned to watch them spar. She shut her eyes, focusing on calming her body down while shutting out what little of Akashi she could, letting her mind work on finding a way to escape rather than just enjoying the woman's touch.

Her one arm was still free so she still had a way to fight back, Natasha reaching back behind her trying to get her fingers to Akashi's crotch to rub it over the woman's clothes. Feeling those breasts pressing on her back, helping to keep her pinned down, she began to rock her shoulders, trying to massage those large mounds with her shoulder blades or at the very least to grind them further upon her back.

Akashi couldn't help but let a breath chuckle escape her mouth as she felt Natasha try and squirm her arm behind her and get to her clothed crotch. What did she honestly think she was going to do? Even if she DID manage to start stimulating Akashi, Akashi was definitely going to make the bluenette cum way before. And the way she was undulating, trying to stimulate the sumo with her undulating?

Akashi rubbed harder with her fingers that were slipping all over Natasha's pussy and clit. She continued her husky breathing and wrenched up on the hammerlock, just so Natasha wouldn't forget who was in control.

If only she could distract Akashi from her task then Natasha could work her way out of the corner she had been trapped in, that was her line of thinking anyway. The woman wasn't letting up though and Natasha's efforts seemed to be having a minimal effect on her at best. She was going to have to make a big move here to keep from being humiliated by her.

Glancing down at the leg wedged up between her own gave her an idea of what to do, a smile crossing her lips briefly before she put it into action. Reaching down she grabbed underneath Akashi's thigh and then brought her legs up, kicking hard against the middle turnbuckle to send them both backwards with Natasha now on top with the back of her head impacting Akashi in the face.

Akashi was far to focused on what she was doing to Natasha to be considering any sort of desperate gambit on the bluenette's part. All of the girl's efforts had been pretty pathetic so far. So when Akashi suddenly felt an increased weight on her leg, it was already too late.

"Shimata!"

Akashi yelped into Natasha's ear as the fell backwards. Akashi could probably have handled Natasha falling on her but not when her head crashed into the mat and then Natasha's own head smashing her face followed by the French woman's full weight dropping onto her stomach. All while she was surprised. Akashi was reeling.

"Uhnnn..."

A sharp pain erupted in the back of her head as she landed on top of Akashi but Natasha knew she got off far better than Akashi who laid groaning beneath her. Natasha knew she would be too after taking a hit like that, the move of desperation having paid off in a big way leaving her with a golden opportunity to take the fight to Akashi.

She rolled her arm around a few times to work some of the lingering pain out before pulling on Akashi's leg, sitting upright on the woman's stomach. Before getting to work on Akashi's sex however Natasha slid her body backwards, trying to pin down Akashi's arms with her knees while pulling back on that captured leg. Her free hand would slide down along the woman's stomach and then grab hold of her shorts, giving a tug downward to expose Akashi's sex before letting her fingers dance over those juicy lips.