The Things You've been Missing

The walk was relatively short and quiet, but Azami felt that it's better that way as she wasn't really sure what to talk with Marisa at the moment. With her feelings all mixed up, she almost didn't realize that they had arrived until she entered the woman's place. A rather meek smile appeared on her face as she took the glass of wine offered to her, but she took a sip without hesitation.

A brief flashback of their previous meetings while having Marisa standing so close in front of her made her cheeks blushed. Her smile turned into a naughty one as she could feel herself warmed up more and more. The urge to just jump on the model and kiss her was almost unbearable.

"Mm... that does sound... thrilling, Marisa-san... it's been a while since I have one of those nights..." she smiled, putting the glass on a nearby table.

Perhaps it was a difference in cultures, or maybe Marisa simply had a much more forward personality, but as soon as Azami set the glass aside, the model was there, taking the other woman's face in both hands and bringing her lips to hers.

Marisa kissed the Japanese beauty hotly, her tongue licking along Azami's lips before making it's way into her mouth, tracing circles around the other woman's. She also began to use her hands to start undressing Azami, working to take off the other woman's jacket....

"Mmmm..." Azami was a bit taken by surprise as Marisa went to kiss her as soon as she put the glass away, but she obviously wasn't complaining.

The blue haired girl kissed back, although she'd let the model take charge for a bit with the kissing. Her tongue would slither around Marisa's, trying to wrestle it for a bit from time to time while her hands would also starting to work on the woman's outfit. How she's been missing this kind of stuff lately...

As the two women shared a heated kiss, Marisa busied herself with the business of getting Azami out of all of those troublesome clothes she was wearing. First the jacket, which Marisa tossed into a chair that was nearby. Then the model's would motion at the Japanese woman to raise her arms, before grasping the dress Azami was wearing and start to pull it up, over the other woman's head. But...when it got up onto Azami's raised arms, inspiration struck Marisa.

The American stopped raising the dress, letting it instead act as both a binding for Azami's arms, and a blindfold of sorts as the blue haired girl's head was still covered by it. She would then give Azami a push, making her fall face up onto the bed. Quickly, Marisa took off her shirt and mini skirt, making sure to drop each article of clothing on the hard wood floor of the room where they would make enough noise to be heard by the Moon Princess. Perhaps unsurprising for anyone that knew her, Marisa wasn't wearing a bra beneath her shirt. The thong that covered her shaved womanhood joined the pile of clothing that was removed.

Nude, Marisa climbed onto the bed, straddling Azami. The dress kept her from kissing Azami's lips, so she settled for the Asian's neck, her lips working their way down along it's side, heading for the other woman's chest. Her hand cupped Azami's sex, rubbing it's lips through whatever undergarment the Japanese woman elected to wear today....

Azami didn't get to strip Marisa for too long as the woman would push her to the bed while she still had her own clothes covering her head and binding her arms. She shifted herself around to remove her own cloth, not wanting to be denied the sight of Marisa's beautiful figure. Before she could really complete the task, however, the model went for her neck and began to kiss her there, making her way towards her chest.

"Ahh..." the blue haired girl moaned, her attempt to free her arms got distracted even more as Marisa then cupped her crotch through her black pantie. "Mmm..."

She could feel the woman was wearing nothing as their bodies brushed against each other, herself almost being completely naked as well save her black underwear set. Azami was getting slightly wet soon, and she'd try to put more effort to remove her own dress and toss it backwards. Her hands would then caressed the soft skin of Marisa, before one of them would seize the woman's breast from the side and knead the orb gently.

"Mmm... Marisa-san..."

Giving a gasp of pleasure as Azami caught hold of her sensitive breast, Marisa shuddered as the pink nipple grew hard. It had been quite a long time since the model had been with another person, either in competition or for recreation.

"Ahhh....oh Azami..." she groaned out as the Moon Princess continued her sensual massage of the model's soft orb.

Stopping her own teasing of Azami's sex, Marisa pulled down on the Japanese woman's panties, looking to get them down just far enough to expose her pussy. Then she would return her fingers to Azami's groin, their tips finding the Asian's clitoris and rubbing it in slow circles....

"Oh gawd... Marisa-s-sann..." Azami moaned as she felt the fingers of the model now teasing her exposed crotch.

She let the pleasure sunk in, and would then attempt to pull Marisa closer to her so their fronts would be pressed against each others. The blue haired girl wanted to have another passionate kiss with Marisa, before turning them around so she'd be on top while still kissing and rubbing her body slightly against the model.

Her face drawn down towards Azami's Marisa's lips met the other woman's in another heated kiss that the American moaned lustfully into.

Then the Asian apparently decided to take the initiative. She rolled, putting Marisa under her before pressing their bodies together. The platinium haired beauty wasn't passive, however. She took a leg, wrapping it around Azami's waist, while rolling her hips against the Japanese vixen's, causing the sex of each woman to rub and press against each other....

"Mmmm...!" Azami moaned into the kiss as Marisa rubbed their sexes together, the sensation was shooting inside her highly aroused body.

She didn't want to be swallowed by the model's rhythm. They might not be in a match or something, but Azami found herself feeling a little competitive towards Marisa for some reason. Maybe being away from the ring also arousing her fighter side a bit when she met a former opponent like the woman.

The blue haired girl rubbed herself on Marisa more aggressively, while also trying to dominate the woman's tongue as well in their kiss. Her hands would try to grab and pin the arms of Marisa against the bed to emphasize her control, her body getting hotter and hotter with each passing seconds. Oh yes, she's been missing this feeling.

"Mmmmm..."

For Marisa, her time away from the AFW had also taken her away from sexual competition. While the American had a few dalliances with other models, with her busy schedule they were few and far between. And to be fair, while the models were beautiful, they simply didn't match the sexual talents of an AFW erotic wrestler. Not to mention most of them were very passive in their lovemaking, leading Marisa to become bored during her flings.

That definitely wasn't the case with Azami. The Japanese woman pinned her arms down to the bed, as her tongue artfully invaded the model's mouth. She also began to roll her hips against Marisa's in an attempt to take further control, making the American moan into the kiss.

Her competitive side awoke then, responding to Azami's aggressive, dominate motions. She would break the kiss to suddenly thrust up with her hips while rolling to her right, trying to force Azami back under her. Then she would bring her lips to the Moon Princess's right nipple, her tongue fluttering around it in quick, skilled circles. She also would pull her pussy away from the Asian's, which Azami could feel had gotten very wet since the short time they had started, a testament to how long it had been since Marisa had been with anyone she would call 'talented'. She would replace her sex with her thigh, which would rub and press against the Japanese woman's pussy as Marisa went to try and reassert herself...