AV 15 Hentai Title Kumis Match: Natasha Loclear(C) Vs. Sahar Abia "The Pharoah"

Natasha was feeling back in control of the match for the first time in the last several minutes, she was in her element and sure that if she could keep up this pressure Sahar would find herself the former challenger for Natasha's hentai belt. Sahar seemed to realize that as Natasha felt the first of those punches connect with her side, the frenchwoman wincing with each blow, her ribs aching even as she twisted her body away from the few punches she was able to guess at which side Sahar would hit next.

Before that could get much worse for her Natasha would tighten her hold around the woman's waist and lift, trying to pick Sahar clean off her feet. Hoisting her a foot off the mat Natasha would give her a couple hard shakes and then dive forward to slam the woman back first into the pool with Natasha right on top of her.

Sahar was managing to get a few punches in. She could see her opponent was reacting and trying to counter her but the Pharoah would continue to throw more punches in hopes of weakening her opponent and gaining the advantage. Sahar could feel her opponent squeezing her harder before lifting her up. The Egyptian wrestler eyes would widen as she then feel back and was slammed into the ground. "Gahh!" yelp the Pharaoh as landed on the ground. Luckily the Kumis soften her fall a bit but it still hurt. To make matters worse, a good amount of Kumis managed to get into her face. As such her vision would be blurry at the moment as her back was also hurting at the moment.

The sweet smelling kumis once again splashed over the two of them as Natasha slammed Sahar down onto her back, her normally free flowing blue mane clinging to her now that it was dripping with the alcohol. She absently wiped away kumis that had splashed onto her face even as she slid her body up to drop her chest onto the woman's face, smacking Sahar's face around both to disorient hr further and because she enjoyed it. Sahar's own breasts were getting flattened underneath Natasha's flat stomach with the Frenchwoman sliding up and down to grind them even more against the woman's chest. Her hands would reach for Sahar's wrists at the same time, Natasha looking to pin them down above the woman's head if she could manage it.

The Pharaoh would blink her eyes several times in hopes of getting her vision back. Yet as she did she would feel her opponent getting on top of her while her wrist was grabbed. Though her vision did return, she would then feel her head being smacked by Natasha's chest. Not only was it humiliating but it was hold making it harder for her to breathe. Her chest was also being press down by Natasha stomach adding more pressure. She would now attempt to wiggle and use her legs in hopes of arcing her back in order to get out of the hold otherwise she would soon pass out.

Sahar was down but even with her wrists pinned to the mat she wasn't out of the match yet, proving to Natasha just how great her will to snatch the belt away from the Frenchwoman was. Her hips thrust skyward throwing Natasha's lower body off to the side, her hands slipping from the woman's wrists forcing her to grab at Sahar's breasts instead just to keep her chest over the top of hers.

"This has been fun but..." She said in a low voice, one that even Sahar might have trouble hearing especially over the roar of the crowd who were chanting both their names in equal measure. Th match had gone through so many twists and turns now that even the fans had no idea who they wanted to win. Natasha would be the first to admit Sahar had proven more dangerous than she had hoped she would be, but she was going to win this.

She released one of Sahar's tits, her hand diving down between the woman's legs to slip two fingers past her labia and into the soft folds of her inner sex. She had little in the way of control over Sahar at that point, but perhaps the surprise of getting fingered would keep her still.

Sahar had managed to get Natasha lower body of her, making it a bit easier to breath, though her opponent chest was still on top of her. Her wrist was also free but a blush would appear on her face as her chest was grabbed. With her arms now free, Sahar would form a fist intent on laying more blows on her opponent. Yet before she could do so, she would hear Natasha whisper something before feeling herself getting fingered, causing her to gasp. The sudden attack would leave her vulnerable for a moment. Though if Natasha did not take advantage of this, the Pharaoh would use the fist she made to attempt to strike a blow to her opponent head.

Natasha only needed a second and she got just that from Sahar who went stiff as a board upon Natasha's fingers sliding up insde her. The Frenchwoman's eyes flickered from the woman's face, contorted into an expression of sheer ecstasy, to the tightly clenched fist down at her side forcing her to act on instinct unless she wanted to get punched in the mouth. She released her grip on the woman's breast and withdrew her fingers, grabbing onto Sahar's right leg and lifting it up so she could slide her own leg underneath it. Having slid back to accomplish this Natasha believed herself out of Sahar's reach and so began to gyrate her hips, bringing their pussies together in direct competition, intending to finish this match here and now with one of them cumming.

As Sahar was vulnerable for a moment, her opponent would take advantage of her. She would feel her opponent making a retreat as she gathered herself. Yet just as she was about to move, she would feel her leg begin grabbed before feeling her opponent leg slide under. The attack that the Pharaoh had planned was now ruined as Natasha's head was now out of reach. A moan would then be heard coming out of Sahar mouth as she felt their two pussies touching. After a second she would also start to move, attempting to fight back. One thing was clear, the match was going to end soon and either Natasha would retain her title or the Pharaoh would become the new Hentai Champion.

Natasha pulled the woman's leg firmly against her body, draping it over her shoulder and behind her neck, hooking the foot underneath her armpit to make sure Sahar wasn't going to escape this final conest. With her other hand she reached down to massage the woman's breasts, her fingers digging into the soft flesh while she pulled on them to slam hr sex into Sahar's. Of course the Pharaoh was fighting back, Natasha's eyes fluttering between open and shut as she fought back the mounting pleasure assailing her, struggling to keep a hold of herself. "I'm...going to...beat you!" Natasha's primal moans interrupted her every few seconds but she refused to break away, grinding against Sahar faster and faster.

Sahar felt her leg pulled, it seemed that Natasha was intent on having this match end here and the Pharaoh wasn't one to back down from a challenge. Wanting to make sure that Natasha wasn't going to retreat the Pharoah would also attempt to grab hold of her legs to make sure that she couldn't retreat as well. She could hear her opponent moaning and declaring that she wasn't going to lose. The Pharaoh wasn't exactly a moaner and didn't feel any need to make any statements instead she continued to focus on trying to make Natasha cum.

Yet as the two went at it, Sahar was now getting close to cumming, she could feel it inside of her. She would close her eyes and attempt to keep fighting on, hoping to make Natasha cum first, if she couldn't she would lose the match.