Hardstyle Hentai: Belle B. Barker Vs. Ninjette

Belle was trying hard to tease Ninjette. She knew she probably wasn't going to get the girl to orgasm, but she just wanted that feeling and sensation to linger with Kozue while she slowly ground her down. She purred as she felt Kozue stroke her hair. and raised an eyebrow at the girl's words. She was aware of her position, but kept going.

When the hard thighs clamped down on her, she wasn't surprised, even if she jolted towards Kozue's crotch and forced right up against it. "Nngh!" Her hands began to pat around Kozue's butt, groping it fiercely as she shook her head and tried to get some air.

"Mmmphmm!"

She tried to speak but no words were coming out. She tried to tug her head away but she wasn't going anywhere. She opened her mouth and let her teeth press against Kozue's womanhood. Biting was a consideration and she certainly wasn't above it. However, the match was relatively fresh and she thought she might save that bullet for later.

Instead, she dig her fingers into Kozue's ass and lifted, trying to pull Kozue up so that the ninjette was just sitting on her shoulders. A precarious position for the both, Belle would admit. She then took a step backwards and turned. She didn't mind putting Kozue down the hard way and heaved down, trying to powerbomb the ninjette into the thin mats

”Liking the view?” Kouze let out a husky grunt and gave her muscles a good flex, tightening around Belle’s skull.

Kozue couldn’t see the future, but she had a good idea of what Belle was going for next. She was up on the strongwoman’s solid shoulders. She was clinging tight. She was in a perfect position for the obvious followup - a powerbomb. And a woman like Belle had enough strength to make it really hurt.

On the other hand, Kozue was in the perfect position for something else, too - a hurricanrana. She would’ve done it earlier, when she was first grabbed, but the barricade was behind. Now that Belle was moving her away, though, the window was opening. It was a small one, but with the right timing, she could pull it off.

Maybe. Hopefully. With a little luck.

She let Belle move away, turn, and start to throw her down. Then the golden moment came. Kozue jerked back, swung her legs around, and tried to send Belle flying with the classic move to drop her hard down on her back.

Belle was hoping she had sufficiently worn out the ninjette to slow her reaction time a bit as she hefted the smaller girl up for the powerbomb, still trying to tickle the girl's sex through her thin booty shorts until the moment where gravity took over. Unfortunately for her, Kozue was neither distracted nor exhausted and when the Oklahoman felt her body turning, she knew what was coming next.

She let something muffled escape from he rlips and then crashed into the thin mats, her own tight rump not nearly providing the cushion she'd like. She was left sitting up for a moment before flopping down on the mats and groaning, rolling onto her side and cupping her butt.

"Gaw'dangit!"

Even though she was the one executing the move, it wasn't exactly fun and games for her, either. Her body was still hurting from the number Belle had done to it a moment ago, so flipping down on the unforgiving floor like that reawakened some pain. She got up, but nowhere near as fast as she would've liked.

Regardless of the pain, though, she had Belle on the floor, vulnerable, one of the few opportunities she'd get with the wild cowgirl. She knew what to do.

Kozue grabbed the apron and pulled herself up, holding onto the rope for support. She made her way up and backed up a few steps along the side of the ring, before she bolted forward at full speed. ”One, two-”

When she was close enough, Kozue leaped off the apron towards Belle, vaulting backwards as she flew, in a mad attempt to land on her feisty foe with a Shooting Star Press!

Belle was definitely not paying attention to Kozue as she stood back up. The hurricanrana left her dizzy alongwith the shooting pain in her backside. So, when she looked up at the arena lights, she was stricken with a bit of vertigo. So when the lights were blocked out by a shapely, svelte ninjette, Belle barely even realized it until it was too late.

"Buuuuhh!"

Sandwiched between the hard ground and Kozue's lithe frame, the cowgirl was folded in half briefly and then flopped back down, heaving as she lay sprawled out underneath Kozue.

As Kozue went flipping and flying through the air, she couldn't help but offhandedly wonder if she was the first person in AFW history to try a Shooting Star Press in a Hentai match. High-flying wasn't something you typically saw in these sorts of things, even the more aggressive ones.

True or not, the idea gave her some comfort as she came down crashing into Belle. While the cowgirl wasn't as bad a landing pad as the bare floor, she wasn't that much better - it still hurt like a bitch, and the two of the wound up croaking in sync.

Kozue got the better of it, though, as she rolled over to her knees, one hand held high in triumph while the other clasped her chest. The crowd was cheering, and she would've loved to eat it up, but there was still plenty of work to be done.

”3!”

Kozue raised her eyebrow at the referee’s count, both because she thought he would be further along and also because she didn't even know it was happening until now. The guy was going ultra slow it seemed, not wanting to incite a riot by ending this early. She had some time to play.

”Okay, then.” She crawled back to Belle, licking her lips for effect as she neared. ”Like my ass so much, huh? Well…”

She couldn't get a pinfall on Belle, but that didn't mean there wasn't some value in keeping her down. Raising one leg up over the cowgirl’s head, she stretched out into a legsplit face pin, dropping her crotch down right on her opponent’s face, blocking her mouth and giving the purple-haired pugilist a full view of her nickname. She didn't weight much, but it was still a lot of force to have pressing down on your skull.

The move also gave Kozue full access to Belle’s chest, which she used to start peeling back what little shirt she was wearing, sliding it off the sweaty skin, inch by inch.

Getting counted out probably wouldn't have stopped Belle from continuing her fight with Kozue. She was too zeroed in on kicking the ninjette's luscious booty and then doing other sexy things to it to worry about a silly count. Luckily for her, the referee also didn't seem to want the fight to end, officially or otherwise, and was slow to the count and quick to urging the ladies to get back into the ring.

Belle was still dazed when she heard Kozue's words and was suddenly back to having a mouthful of thinly covered Jersey cooch in her mouth as well as an eyeful of delicious name tagged buns to view. Belle snorted into Kozue's crotch as she brought her hands up and groped at the girl's hips while her own barely covered features were slowly being revealed layer by scanty layer.

Abandoning her play for Ninjette's ass, Belle rached up as Kozue leaned in and instead groped for the knot that tied the shirt that "held in" Kozue's modest chest.

"Mmphmmm!"

Kozue quite liked Belle’s breasts, lovely twins coming out to play as she peeled back the shirt. They weren’t quite as good as Femie’s, but that wasn’t saying much - Femie probably had the best pair in the locker room. Belle’s were close, though, probably as good as you could get without a surgeon’s touch. At least, Kozue was fairly sure Belle hadn’t gotten enhancements. One way to be sure…

As Belle groped her ass, she did the same with the cowgirl’s breasts, kneading them together, thumbing underneath the material, feeling the soft skin and molding it around her fingers.

A good feel. But that wasn’t quite enough, as Belle reached up and undid her top, exposing her to the audience’s delight. A little annoying, but not something she wasn’t prepared to payback.

”Heh heh heh…”

With a chuckle that had the best Western accent she could muster, Kozue slid off of Belle’s face and stood up above her head. She kept a hold of her opponent’s skimpy shirt and tagged at it, pulling it off her as she moved. ”Let’s even this up, right?”

Something between a purr and a moan escaped Belle's lips as she hummed against Kozue's crotch in the compromising position. Even with her lack of modesty, being toyed with like this from the smaller city slicker made her cheesk flush. The groping helped add to that too.

She managed to free Ninjette's petite bosom, but that did not alleviate her situation until Kozue decided to remover her shapely undercarriage herself. Belle rolled to her side and began to pant, trying to catch her breath until her half shirt, vest and cowprint bikini were grabbed and hefted up, along with her partially, letting her big jugs fall out and wobble. Her cheeks reddened even more and this time, Kozue's mocking guffaw added a tinge of ornery to her shades of embarrassment.

Belle was left sitting and topless with nothing but a purple tie dangling between her like a stripper who just finished a set. The Oklahoman snorted and then tilted her head back. "Wouldn't exactly call us even, there, Kozue." Belle said and stuck her tongue out as she lifted up her sizeable breasts and nodded towards Kozue's flat chest.

Belle rolled to the side, and turned to face Kozue as she held her prize. Grinning, she made a fist with her right hand and then, instead of getting up, she threw a punch as hard as she could towards Kozue's belly.

Kozue always loved to play to the crowd, and this time was no different. Hell, if anything, it was better than usual. Most of the time they got behind her because she did crazy shit in her matches and put her body on the line so much. Now, she was giving them all of that, plus a few fresh reasons. One of which was in her hands right now.

”Yeehaw!” Kozue tugged Belle’s top off and whirled it around her head to the audience’s delights, getting a flood of cheers back in return. She took a step back and flung it out into the throngs, starting up a small tug of war where it landed. Not a big deal. Belle probably had extras.

It was a fun moment, one that Kozue could get lost in. Maybe a little too much, because she didn’t see Belle’s punch until it was already digging into her stomach down to the wrist.

If Kozue had forgotten how hard Belle could hit in the last minute or so, the blow would've given her a harsh reminder. It was enough to make her stumble and fall back, dropping to a knee as she sucked air back into her lungs.