Hardstyle Hentai: Clyde Gastin Vs. Eri Fukuzawa

Clyde winced as he heard Eri's harsh gagging after the elbow drop.

"Sorry bout that..." Said the cowboy as he gave Eri a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing her by the hair to haul her up, trying to tag her stomach with another stiff punch.

The small kiss to Eri's cheek caused her to blush, more due to frustration than titilation (though there was a little bit of both). If this was supposed to be some sort of pervy brawl or something, fine, but he didn't need to be getting all mushy about it.

On top of that, it was hard to take his condolences seriously when she was lifted to her feet by nothing but a tuft of her hair, grunting and squinting one eye as she begrudgingly cooperated. That barely stung in comparison to the new blow, though, as his fist once again met up with her navel, pressing painfully into her already sweating skin as she bent over with another, louder (but also cuter) grunt.

Clyde huffed as he heard Eri's cute grunt before he tried to tag her with a quick slap across the cheek before trying to whip her into a corner.

The slap across Eri's cheek wounded her pride more than her body, more focused the throbbing pain in her belly. The audience ooh'd empathetically as the open palm landed, and a bright blush lit up over her cheeks. Just as she was about to ready her retorting slap (again), however, she was whipped by her arm and sent stumbling into the corner, turning around just in time for her back to slam into it, rather than her chest.

Whipping Eri into the corner Clyde rushed her again trying to slam his body into her with another body splash before taking a step back and lifting her legs, trying to remove her shorts.

With her arms over the top ropes, Eri had a good idea of what was coming next, but the blows to her belly left her too winded to do anything but clench her teeth and her eyes as she braced herself. Once again, Clyde came slamming headlong into her, his taunt, sturdy flesh practically melding into her softer, more vulnerable body. The force of the impact left her slouching in the turnbuckle, so that she was practically sitting on the bottom rope, when suddenly both of her legs were lifted off the mat and brought to her opponent's waist. At first she was too groggy to resist, but when her shorts were hiked down to her ankles, revealing her silky white panties to the entire crowd, she seemed to regain life.

"W-what are you doi-" she protested, but in her frantic squirming she forgot just how important it was that she kept her arms over the ropes, and not down by her legs. As she reached down to pry Clyde's hands away, she lost her upper body support, and the crowd let out a collective groan as her head loudly collided with the mat. Tears welled up in Eri's eyes, as both hands reached back and covered her throbbing skull. "Ow…"

Clyde blushed as he saw his opponents silky white panties but told himself he had to continue and was just about to continue with the assault when he heard Eri's poor protests as she squirmed before loosing her grip and falling flat on her head, much to the crowd's sympathy!

"Ooh!" Clyde winced, that looked rough. He knew that was a match but hearing that loud pound against mat made him a little concerned and seeing her start to tear up only made things worse. A bit of a mood killer for him but the show had to go on too...

Without much thinking, Clyde pulled down Eri's panties and proceeding to lower his face right into her cooch and proceed lapping at her pussy, pushing his tongue into her folds and lapping at her folds, digging deep inside her as he intended to tease and work her pussy.

The fall from the turnbuckle was arguably not as painful as most of the other attacks Eri had taken so far, but there was something that was so basic, so irritating about bumping one's head that it had the brunt of Eri's attention as her shorts were removed and discarded.

Her panties, however, were another matter, and as soon as she felt Clyde's fingers wrap around them, she started to kick and squirm. Plus, now that her arms weren't supporting her, she was able to reach down and resist with impunity, which is exactly what she did, wrapping her own fingers on one hand under her panties' strap while the other hand roughly pulled on Clyde's hair.

Clyde girt his teeth as he struggled with Eri, trying to get in between her legs and remove her panties but the girl was being quite resistant!

"Nhh!" He growled as she pulled on his hair, partially liking the burn in his scalp as he grinned at her before trying mash his face into her panty covered muff anyway, gnawing against her muff with his lips hungrily against her silky white panties.

This struggle was... a "new experience" for Eri, to say the least, and she wasn't sure if it was spicy, aggravating or terrifying. When Clyde lunged in with his face, pursuing her sex like a wild animal, her subdued, frustrated breaths grew into louder, gasping pants. Still, even if this was the whole point of... whatever this was, she'd rather be eaten out more voluntarily.

With a grunt, she brought both her legs together, crossing them at the ankles and attempting to squeeze Clyde's head with her thighs. It wasn't exactly a proper headscissor, that wasn't even something Eri had heard of before, but it was tight enough to hurt.