"Private" Hentai: Femie Weydman Vs. Feruza Nabiyeva

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Match Type: Hentai
Winning Condition: First to make her opponent orgasm will be declared the winner.

After the party, Femie had begun to chat a bit with her companion for the evening, the Uzbekistani Feruza. They had hit it off during the party for sure, and things had gotten a bit steamy. Due to the circumstances of their tryst, Femie was now down a shirt, or, rather, she had exchanged her lovely orange turtleneck for a metal tee. She didn't mind it, but it didn't exactly fit Feruza, who ended up with it and although it might have made an interesting reminder of their evening of forbidden passion, Feruza, who seemed to be a bit of a shy girl, had come to tease the Belgian about it.

With both of them being fairly competitive, Feruza now wanted to challenge Femie for the chance for her to get the shirt back. Although Femie certainly didn't need any of this extra stuff to spend time with Feruza again, she didn't mind this little scenario. Feruza, however, didn't seem quite ready for a whole arena, or the entire world for that matter, to see her exposed, but Femie still had an idea. There were plenty of "private rooms" that the AFW set up for softer style sexual competitions. She suggested that the two of them could settle things there.

With everything settled, Femie now found herself in one of those rooms. She decided to dress in a less typical fashion for these kinds of matches. Her skirt was short and her stockings were tight, but she wore a blouse that threatened to pop the buttons with how tightly they mashed up against her ample chest. Although she wanted Feruza to work a bit, she didn't want her to work that hard. She primped and fluffed her hair poof once she was inside the room which was a plush carpeted, white walled room that was big enough for the soft, large heart shaped bed and just a bit of extra room.

Ooh, a hentai match! And this time, it was willing. Awesome! Feruza had decided upon her bikini for this match, which, funnily enough, also included a short skirt. However, instead of a bikini top, Feruza wore that lucrative orange turtleneck. The skirt in question was a a red terry skirt, which she thought looked nice with the turtleneck. She figured that would look plenty sexy. And a private room, eh? That sounded nice. She wouldn't mind more alone time with Femie.

Feruza knocked upon the door, and entered without waiting for a response. "Hello? Is this correct room?" she asked, before seeing Femie. "Oh. For to be greeted by such sexy woman makes sure that this is right room." she said, beginning to grin as she saw the woman before her on a bed. Mmph, that outfit... Feruza couldn't wait to take it off.

Feruza sat down upon the bed next to her opponent and lover, but she stopped herself from becoming too distracted. "Hello, sexy." She greeted Femie with a seductive purr. "Are you ready to try and get shirt back?" she asked.

"Ohoho!" Femie chortled as Feruza finally entered. She let her eyes fall upon the orange sweater and shook her head, smiling the whole time. "Magnifique! Ma chere, you are absolutely adorable! It is almost a shame to try and take it back, but I must." The Belgian purred. "Mais, do not worry, ma chere. If I win it back, it is an excuse for us to go shopping! Ohoho!"

Femie licked her lips and looked over her lover. "Oui, oui, tI am already tres excited! Let us not dally about, oui?" She said and hopped onto the bed. "Unlike in Monsieur Gastin's bedroom, I will not be going easy on you here, ohoho!"

Feruza happily climbed onto the bed with Femie. "I will not use punch for our little 'match.'" she assured. "Your face is too pretty to hurt." she said, grinning as she looked over Femie and that tight, tight blouse of hers. "Thank you, lover." she said, blushing lightly at the barrage of comments thrown her way. 

"Yes, let us get started as soon as possible. I can not wait for fuck you." she said teasingly. "And I will not hold back. Your clothes look very nice to take off." she purred, her grin unfading and sincere. Her tone changed, however, when she realized that she was prolonging things.  "Now, uh, ding ding ding!" she said hastily, gigging a little after she imitated the sound of the bell.

"Ohoho!"

Femie pressed her hand into her ample chest and chortled at Feruza's words. "Oh, ma chere, how cavalier of you! I appreciate you taking my face into account. Though, I can do more than just love, ma chere." Femie raised an eyebrow at Feruza. "Mais... let's make sure we look beautiful, n'est-ce pas?"

Femie shook her head again. "Oh, ma chere, you really are too much! I do not believe a petite chat could be cuter! Ohoho!' When Feruza "rang the bell" Femie launched herself at Feruza, trying to crash her big chest into Feruza's to try and throw her onto her back with a chest bounce.

Feruza smiled. "Will not be very hard for you to look beautiful." she said, smiling. However, the match was on, and Femie had sprung into action, performing some sort of... breast-based takedown? Whatever it was, it worked, because Feruza was now beneath Femie. She couldn't help but giggle a little.

"You certainly know how to start match, lover." she said, smiling as her breasts were overshadowed by Femie's bigger pair. "I can fight too, you know." she said, wrapping her arms around the Walloon and trying to roll the two wrestlers over.

"Ohoho!"

Femie giggled as her chest attacked worked and she tumbled onto Feruza once the Uzbek flopped backwards. She spread her legs and slid her arms downwards, trying to get in a position to follow up when Feruza began to try and push back. Now their bodies were pressed together and tightly hugging as Feruza tried to roll them over. While they struggled, Femie tried to press her lips down against Feruza's and, hopefully, keep her in place with a distracting kiss!

"Mmph!" Feruza exclaimed, melting into the kiss. Oh, Femie was so fantastic. However, she mustn't let that distract her. Despite Femie's best efforts, Feruza was just a bit stronger, and managed to roll them over. She kept the kiss going, though. That was the best part. "Mmmmmm..." The Uzbek let out short moans into Femie's mouth, trying to turn the kiss in her favor by making it as sensual as possible.

Femie could feel Feruza continue to jostle from underneath her and eventually was rolled onto her back, feeling the weight of Feruza's own hfty chest as their bodies melted together. Femie accepted Feruza's tongue and suckled on it for a moment before fighting back and trying to push ehr tongue into Feruza;s mouth. Although she was pinned down, she did feel like she had a bit of an advantage and let her hands slide down Feruiza's body so she could get two big handfuls of the Uzbek's delicious rump.

Feruza's tongue was pushed back into her own mouth, and she kept on moaning. "Mmmmm... loverrrrr..." she attempted to say, although the tongue-y kiss wasn't making it too easy. Her eyes went wide when her ass was suddenly groped, but she didn't mind all that much. She wasn't going to cum just because of a kiss and some groping, so she just kind of let it happen.