Michelle Jax vs Tomoko Moshida

Tomo grunted as her efforts went in vain, even spun around by the pop star's hug and getting groped in front of everyone. "Ahhhn! Noooo!" she wailed, though she blushed and her nipples stiffened a bit under Michelle's hands. She'd kick her legs desperately down at Jax's, hoping to connect with a blind kick but far too flustered to take an aimed shot.

MJ licks her lips in delight. this may be her first time in the ring, but definitely not her first time touching the same sex.

"Aww...little Tomo looks all flustered..." MJ giggles as she strokes her hair with one hand while still massaging the other breast. "That just makes me hotter!" Michelle then attempts to tear down Tomo's shorts.

Tomo writhed and squealed in defiance, blushing more at just how right she was about her being flustered. "Am... am not..." she grunted softly, shivering slightly as Jax's hands grew groped her some more.

She'd yelp loudly when Jax grabbed at her shorts, squirming and shoving at her desperately before bringing her leg between them and kicking off. The result left her launching free of the hold, but it also left Michelle with the lower half of her leotard, lacey black panties all that was left between Tomo's boots and chest. She gasped and covered them as she got back to her feet, trying to overcome her modesty as she ran at MJ and closed her eyes in a daring attempt to tackle her through her shame.

Michelle blinked several times, not realizing that Tomo had indeed gotten away from her grasp. She, however, grinned in delight at what appeared in her hands. She took the tattered cloths from Tomo's body and sniffed them, making MJ even more aroused by her scents.

"Mm...you smell delightful." Michelle licks her lips in anticipation. "But I'd rather have a closer look." Michelle turns away from Tomo momentarily before heading towards the ropes.

Tomo blinked in surprise and blushed as she was awkwardly flattered, surprised when Jax suddenly turned from her. "Can't waste it," she thought, trying to rush MJ again and hit her with a clothesline to bring her down quickly.

Michelle shakes her toosh lightly in delight, wiggling it all around for the crowd as she stands on the lower robe, ready to take Tomo's attack head-on.

Tomo would let out a valiant little battle cry and swing her arm bodily at the graceful fighter. If she could connect, she'd turn and quickly try to sit on MJ's chest and pin down her arms. If she missed, she'd wind up tumbling unexpectedly into the ropes and bouncing back, about to crash right into MJ in a bumbling rebound.

MJ leans forward as Tomo comes charging after.

"Come to me, my sweet, little, Tomo!" Michelle grabs onto Tomo as she hits her head on. However, Michelle uses her breasts as a buffer and begins to smother her with then on the spot.

"MMF!" The surprisingly sturdy dancer invited her right into her trap, Tomo's face shoved into her more expasive bosom. She grunted and panted, struggling to try and squirm free while her mouth rubbed over her breasts, kissing and nipping to try and break free, though she might just stimulate her more.

"Kyaa!" Michelle coos softly in delight as Tomo begins to suckle at her bountiful chest. MJ, distracted by the passion, slowly begins to let go of Tomo's head.