Private Practice

Femie hissed when Kozue's fingers dug into her large breast. However, as much as it hurt, there was also was also a faint moan underneath the groan of pain. She liked the fingers digging into her tit flesh.

"Gooouaaagh!"

Once again Femie's eyes bulged as Kozue went for the stomach. Her belly was taut and prepared, but it still hurt. There was definitely going to be a bruise there and Femie's grip loosened on Kozue's hair. Even with the pain, though, Femie knew she couldn't just let it get to her or let Kozue do as she liked. The Belgian quickly took the hand that was gripping Kozue's hair and caught the punching wrist of the Ninjette.

She then pushed up on her feet enough to try and lift off of Kozue enough to butt drop into her lap again. <I love it, my dear, keep it up!> She growled in French.

Kozue didn't understand what Femie was saying, but it didn't matter. It was French. Even instruction manuals sounded sexy in French, and there was something about the cadence of Femie's words that just chilled her to the bone. In a good way.

The scorching pain in her scalp eased as Femie's grip went away, but that didn't mean she was in the clear. Far from it - the Belgian might not have wrestled at the same competitive level Kozue was used to, but if this performance was any clue, that was just be choice. Slamming her fulsome rump down and using it like a weapon was a weird sort of attack, but damned it if didn't work like a charm.

"Gaah!" It was Kozue's turn to make sounds of pain with a lecherous undertone to them. She was hurting, but it was a good sort of hurting, especially with Femie's luscious body laying on top of her. Their legs tangled together as she tried to wrap hersaround the therapist's body, and her lips had apparently gone too long without tasting Belgian skin - she gave Femie a hot and heavy kiss on the neck, turned it in a quick bite, then went right back to kissing without a beat missed in between.

And, of course, the hand that was groping Femie's breast never stopped gropping Femie's breast. It was a little lighter now - not enough to hurt quite as much, but not so weak a grip that pulling it free wouldn't take some effort. Not that Kozue expected she would  have to concern herself about that - they both seemed quite content with the hold.

Femie's butt drop didn't work like she had hoped. As Kozue wrapped her legs around her, they were more or less in the same position as before and while that wasn't totally a bad thing, Femie was looking to get things on more of an even footing.

She moaned as Kozue kissed and bit her neck and turned for another kiss. Femie grinned, not wanting to deny herself, but she bent her neck forward. She didn't mind denying Kozue for now.

"Mmnnnn...." Femie purred as she shifted and spread her legs, planting her feet. She more or less had both of Kozue's arms, but Kozue's legs were a bit of a problem. Closing her eyes and letting Kozue's breath tickle her face, she began to grind her rump against Kozue's lap with a little more zeal than before. She knew how valuable of a tool friction could be, so she decided to go a bit more subtle.

She turned her head so she was just back in kissing range and pouted her lips. "Are you wet yet, ma chere?" Femie asked. The question was blunt and lewd, but not entirely without merit. Whether Kozue answered truthfully or not, there was a lot the psychiatrist could gauge with that kind of response.

Kozue's teeth snapped at nothing but air, and she let out a moan. It had the usual lustful tone to it, but there was some aggravation mixed in, too - having Femie's skin so close and not being able to suckle on it was a little torture. True, the rest of her body was allowed plenty of access, but Kozue decided she wanted to be greedy with this. Femie was a fine beer, rich and creamy, and she wanted to savor every drop.

Her protests were silenced as Femie began to grind even harder than before, pressing down into her lap like their bodies were made to go together.It was getting harder and harder to squeeze that tender breast anymore, as her rough maulings weakened and became a more sensual message. She even dared to slip a couple of fingers under the sports bra, sliding along the bare flesh underneath, wanting to fully feel the object of her lust.

Kozue sighed and tried to keep from melting under Femie's body, as futile as it seemed to be. "No..." She was wet. She totally was wet. She doubted her rouse would fool the Belgian, either, but if this really was a game of sexual strategy, she wasn't about to announce her weakspots. She lifted her head up and tried to catch Femie's lips with another kiss before they could get out of range again.

Femie shuddered as Kozue's fingers slipped under her sports bra and touched her breast properly. She had been waiting for it and she loved it. "Ooohhhn."

Femie pulled away once more when Kozue went for a kiss again, chuckling mischievously at her dirty tricks. "Non?" She responded back to Kozue's retort. "Mon Dieu, we must do something about that! Ohoho!"

Femie lifted up her legs, leaning back against Kozue's body and then let go of the Ninjette's wrist. With a grunt of effort, Femie dropped her legs, pushed at Kozue's and tried to push herself away from the hold. As much as she loved Kozue's efforts, she was not in the best position to work her own magic. She needed to create separation.

Kozue liked touching Femie's bare skin, and Femie loved to have her bare skin touched by Kozue. It was a perfect match.

Her lips caught nothing but thin air, And she threw her head back in frustration - it was like Femie had mastered some kind of ancient sexual art, giving her just enough to make her want more, then withholding that final taste. If the Belgian's aim was to drive her 'patient' insane through must, she was off to an excellent start.

"Heyheyheyhey!" She reached out for Femie as she pulled away, like a baby who'd just had her bottle snatched away. Kozue groaned and flopped on her back, shuddering from the shock of being separated just when it was getting really good.

She ran a hand over her face and laid there, with panting breath and half-lidded eyes. "You know you're evil, right?"

Femie spun around on her hands and knees and leered at the downed Ninjette, grinning wildly with a gleam in her eye. "Ma chere, I am as lustful as a French Mademoiselle and as efficient as a German Frau. I am Belgian. It does not get more evil than me when it comes to making love! Ohohoho!"

Femie then stalked back towards Kozue, her eyes turnign predatory. Whether Kozue had sat up or not, Femie launched herself back at Kozue, looking to get close and intimate once more but this time face to face.

Kozue huffed and laughed, a dark, heavy chuckle that made her chest bounce. "Well, shit." She started to sit up once again, summoning her will to push past the rush her body was going through. "Maybe I'll take a little vacation to Belgium, sometime."

On second thought, maybe that wouldn't be the best idea - Femie was turning out to be all the Belgium Kozue could handle. The wild woman pounced on her before she could even dream about getting up, smashing their bodies together and taking the top once again. She fought back, of course, though she didn't exactly employ a traditional wrestling maneuver. Instead, she used one hand to wrap around Femie's head, pulling her in for a kiss so intense it looked like she was trying to devour the Belgian's face. Kozue other hand slid down her back, traced along her spine, and dared to slip in under her pants to feel underneath the fabric. Just like with the sports bra a moment ago, she was starting to get unsatisfied with just having what she could see.

"I will be happy to give you a tour." Femie purred as they crashed together. The Belgian gave as good as she got with the hot kiss, pushing her tongue and trying to conquer Kozue's. She moaned while their bodies rubbed together, though Femie's generous chest was still covered, she could feel Kozue's bullet hard nipples digging against her soft orbs pleasantly. She definitely wanted more as well.

She felt Kozue's hand slide down her spine and smiled through the hot kiss. She didn't mind letting Kozue explore a little bit. That was, after all, why they were here and Femie thought her rear was just as nice as her chest. Still, she needed somethign to do with her own hands.

Femie pushed up and let one hand begin kneading the small mounds of the Ninjette. Though petite, Femie was able to find a good grip on the buds as well as a little bit of nipple rubbing and tweaking.

Her other hand slipped between the two girls. Kozue was controlling their heads, so once Femie lifted up her butt, as if to give Kozue more access, her other hand began tugging at the girl's booty shorts, trying to inch them down Kozue's lithe frame with rotating downward tugs on each side of the tight material.

Kozue was mostly joking about the trip to Belgium and she was pretty sure Femie was joking in return...though, with her, it was a little hard to tell, sometimes. Still, though, taking a little vacation with her to Europe didn't sound like the worst idea she'd ever had. One of the more expensive ones, but not the worst...

It was an interesting little thought, and Kozue tucked it away for later consideration. At the moment her brain was a little overtaxed by the sexual blitzkrieg being heaped on it, as Femie ravished her body savage lust. It was hard to think about anything else - the Belgian was such a demanding lover, it felt like she'd hijacked all of Kozue's senses and forced them towards her. She breathed in deep, taking in the rich aroma of Femie's sweating body. She could taste fine food on her tongue - faint, but flavorful. Every touch on her body seemed to provide some new sensation, and no matter how much Kozue touched her, she always felt there was more to enjoy. There was even a subtle rhythm to the sound of their slapping skin, like a drum beat urging them on.

The New Jersey Ninja tried to outmanuever Femie's tongue, but that was a futile effort, since Femie's tongue was as skilled with French kissing as it was with French speaking. Her tongue was battered back after every effort, slapped about on its own turf, and the rest of her body could sympathize. Her breasts? Femie was working them over like they were the best she'd ever gotten her hands on. Definitely not true, but whatever. The illusion was there, and it worked like a charm, shown when she let out a low growl that echoed down the Belgian's throat.

As Femie started to work her shorts off, exposing the lacey black panties underneath, Kozue's hand reached deep into her shorts and gripped the Belgian's bountiful ass tight. The more Femie worked her pants down, the harder she seemed to squeeze, though that didn't mean she had a problem with it. Quite the opposite. "Harder." She blurted out in between a rough kiss, just to make sure Femie knew where her mind was at. The exact last thing Kozue wanted right now was for her to hold back.