Private Practice

Femie stood up, continuing the kiss as her hands pressed into Ninjette's breasts, as if she was using them to stabilize herself. Really, she just wanted to get her hands on them!

"How rough do you want to be, ma chere?" Femie purred. She then gave one of Kozue's nipples a pinch and grinned slyly. "I'm dainty, not fragile." Femie breathed and pushed her tongue back into Kozue's mouth.

Femie seemed quite interested in Kozue's chest, and she was more than welcome to touch it as much as she liked. Especially when her hands were so soft and her caress was so tender.

Except for that pinch.

Kozue's smirk grew even more crooked at the twist, and she responded in kind, giving Femie a quick bite on her lower lip - not enough to really hurt, just enough to get a reaction, as she dragged her teeth along the skin and pulled away. "How rough?" She brought her hand up, slid it along the Belgian's stomach, all the way to her chest. Her hand came to a stop on one of Femie's breasts and stayed there, giving it a tender squeeze, massaging it and molding it between her fingers. Felt even better than she'd imagined, and her imagination had gone pretty far. "I'm thinking..."

She gave Femie a sudden push into the nearest corner. "...very."

Femie squeaked in delight when Kozue bit down on her lip and tugged. She had no issue getting rough and her athletic frame belied her dainty nature because she had a little more power and physicality than her looks might suggest.

"Hhhhhssss..."

Femie sucked in a breath when her plump breasts were finally grabbed. She liked it and she hoped Kozue liked it too. Her eyes fluttered as she was shoved into the corner and she grunted, her smile never leaving. Femie draped her arms around the top ropes and then swung her legs up to try and catch Ninjette in a body scissors and squeeze as hard as she could.

"What do you like best about my body, ma chere?" Femie said rather casually.

Kozue was eager to move in once she had Femie in a corner - maybe a little too eager. The moment she was close, she found herself in a trap, as a pair of soft legs came around her waist and suddenly didn't feel so soft, anymore. She gasped and arched her back as she was pulled tight against the Belgian's heavenly body, pressed against her whether she liked it or not.

As it turned out, Kozue did like it, but she would've liked it a lot more if she could take full breaths. She struggled in the hold, pushing at Femie's iron legs, but she wasn't able to find much give at the moment. Her  ponytail swung around her head as she fought on, always defiant. "Tough question," She pushed against Femie's chest, trying get out that way, no luck. "Having a hard time thinking at the moment." Even through the pain, she managed to get out a laugh. She pressed her forehead against Femie's and stared into her eyes, making sure her wild glint was clearly seen.

"Let me go and I'll tell you." Her tongue flick out, just grazing Femie's lips. "Deal?"

Kozue figured she knew what the answer was, but it was worth a shot.

"Mmmnnn..."

Femie purred as Kozue pushed her hands into her large chest. Even though it wasn't necessarily meant to be, Femie liked the touch. it didn't make her relax her squeeze though. Even as Kozue taunted her, Femie laughed. "Oh, ma chere." She purred.

She then threw her arms up and snaked them around Kozue's neck so she could force their lips together while Femie tried to push her tongue into Kozue's mouth once more.

"I think not."

Kozue moaned into Femie's mouth, a long, gutteral, deep roar that went down her throat as their lips were mashed together. This was something she could get into - just the right mix of aggression and sensuality, satisfying all sorts of primal desires. Something about the pain around her waist and the power in Femie's arms made the whole experience come alive, and she knew that a softer, slower pace wouldn't have done nearly as much for her.

She brought her hands down Femie's back and pulled them closer together, if that was even physically possible. A battle raged between their mouths as their tongues engaged in some trench warfare, darting out over their teeth, pressing forward, retreating, sliding along each other. It was intense, but there was still a battle outside to worry about, as well - with Femie no longer holding onto the ropes, Kozue saw an opportunity. She stepped back, holding Femie up while she latched onto her body like a limpet. She wasn't strong enough to hold the Belgian that way for long, but she didn't need to - all Kozue wanted to do was jolt forward and ram Femie's back into the turnbuckle, hammer her hard against the pads.

Femie was enjoying herself thoroughly. Kozue had been a much better kisser than she expected, though she hadn't thought that the girl was going to be bad. However, she was also keenly aware of her situation, especially when she was no longer against the turnbuckle. She knew what was coming next, or could definitely picture the possibilities. It was almost like a dare to Kozue, though Femie knew she'd except the silent challenge.

"Ough!"

Femie cried out in pain as her back slammed against the turnbuckle. Her legs and arms loosened and she stepped down, leaning against it. She winced from the pain, but tried to keep gleam in her eye that would let Kozue know that this was alright. "Hah... hah..." She panted. Once more she was draped against the turnbuckle, but she responded by throwing her knee up at the Ninjette's gut to keep her from invading further.

There was a split second where Kozue was a little worried that she might be going too far - Femie had said she was okay with things being on the rougher side, but that didn't mean there weren't unspoken boundaries, and she was weary of crossing them. Femie's cry of pain wasn't something she'd heard before, and it raised a few alarms.

But the glint in the Belgian's eyes put her mind at ease. This woman was a lot tougher than you'd ever expect a therapist with a monocle and a penchant for turtlenecks to ever be. Kozue let out a low, raspy chuckle as she started to step back, getting ready to follow up. "Not bad."

As soon as the words left her lips, she was cut off by a hard knee straight into her tonned stomach, drawing the wind out of her all at once. It wasn't quite enough to drop Kozue to her knees, but it came close, forcing her to stumble away while she reflexively wrapped her arms around her stomach.

"I think you'll like this one better, ohoho!"

Femie quipped as she turned her body and grinned at Ninjette. She cleared the distance between them, looking to smack her large chest right into the hunched over girl's face. As soft and plush as they were, they had some heft to them and getting hit by Femie's chest wouldn't feel that good. But it also might.

Kozue had trained to counter plenty of moves, but a breast battering ram wasn't one of them. That took her off guard. For multiple reasons, really.

Femie's attack hit her right in the face, and Kozue was bowled over right on the spot, dropped hard on her back with surprising force. She wasn't too hurt by the attack, more stunned than anything as she started to sit up and shake her head head, but she was fairly glad that this wasn't being taped. That wasn't something she could live down anytime soon.

Soft on her face, though. Very nice to the touch.