Everyone needs a Soak Now and Again (for Teesta)

Natasha was the hentai champion for a reason, several in fact that had been proven again and again as she fought off every challenger for almost two years now, and yet it couldn't be denied that Peyton had just rocked Natasha's world. Except Natasha wasn't going to give the red head such a grand compliment, at least not until the woman had bested her throughly and the Frenchwoman wasn't about to just let a rookie do that to her, even one as...ferocious as Peyton. "I AM the champion here, you're right, so I'll say that was pretty good but...thats it." She said while catching her breath, taking a pause near the end for a particularly deep gulp of much needed air.

Her hips began to move on their own, rubbing her ass against the woman's cum soaked hand without Natasha even thinking about it. "Well...this would usually be the part while we break and reset." Natasha phrased it as a question, letting it sit in the air as she thought her options over.

She was still laying over Peyton's knee and if given the go ahead she had no doubt Peyton would pick up right where she left off, but as smart as it would be to take advantage of a reprieve here the woman's pride just would not allow it. "Yes, we do get a break after each orgasm, but I'd say we've already taken a long enough one don't you think?" Natasha asked despite only 30 seconds or so having passed since her orgasm subsided, right before she threw her elbow up and back at Peyton's tits!

Peyton arched an eyebrow at Natasha's response and shrugged her shoulders. She had felt good enough about getting the advantage in this match already. She wasn't ready to admit her talent, but McKee expected as much. She was a cocky little French thing, after all. One that had been laying on her knee exhausted, granted. The redhead sighed when her opponent clarified the rules and said, "Yeah, I guess. But you're the one making the rules he--ACK!"

Peyton was suddenly struck with an elbow into her chest and she toppled back, holding her chest and wincing. These girls and their damn cheap shots... it never ended, even with champions and "friendly" sparring! McKee held a hand on her chest and her face got red as she glared at Natasha. "Okay, I was having fun before, but now I'm seriously pissed off! I was being nice!" she yelled. The strong redhead would then keep one hand on her aching chest while she sat back up, got to her knees, and then attempted to absolutely clobber Natasha in the side of her head with a big punch. McKee was tired of getting played a fool against her opponents, especially in a practice match like this, and if she had to, she would make sure that Natasha would realize that angering her was not a smart option.

From her position Natasha hadn't expected her elbow to land with as much impact as it had, but there was no taking it back now. "Weren't you the one who slammed me down on her knee a minute ago?" Natasha said playfully even in the face of what seemed to be a genuinely angry Peyton, hoping the woman would calm down though it didn't seem to work as Peyton threw a haymaker of a punch from her knees aimed squarely at the side of Natasha's head.

Natasha threw herself to the side, narrowly avoiding Peyton's fist as she went into a roll to get out of the woman's way. Coming out of it on her knees Natasha was quick to scramble back to her feet but she wouldn't strike yet, instead choosing to wait for Peyton to get up before she acted further. "Ok, admittedly your fingers did feel nice, but if you thought I was going to be an easy lay you're in for a surprise!" She said, circling to the left for several steps with her bare chest bouncing gently as she went, beads of sweat rolling down her naked flesh while her eyes roamed the red head's body like a predator looking for its prey.

She'd then dart forward, closing the distance between them in a single lunge while her hands shot out to grab Peyton by the shoulders. Natasha would try to lay her body into Peyton, slamming into her tit to tit in a bid to pin the woman up against the wall of the sauna.

Peyton missed with her punch, but she wasn't honestly that surprised. When she lost her temper, she would sometimes get a little bit sloppy, and Natasha proved that she was a little slippery. McKee did, however, continue to scowl at the girl as she got to her feet and yelled right back at her, "Easy enough of a lay! And if you try something like that again, I promise you'll be an easy ass kicking too!" Peyton's breasts heaved as she turned to face Loclear as she walked around her, showing no signs of uncertainty in her eyes as she watched the champ.

When Natasha charged at her, the American girl braced herself for impact against the wall, but still let out a yelp as her back hit it. She growled aggressively, not content in letting this blue-haired babe get the upperhand on her. When Natasha went in a tit fighting contest, McKee reached out to grab Natasha by her own shoulders too and attempted to turn her opponent to the wall instead. Even as their breasts mashed against each other, the sweat making their embrace even more sensual, Peyton was trying to keep from getting too turned on, knowing she had to resist at least until she had some sort of advantage. She just hoped that Natasha would continue to fight her in these strength contests, because she knew full well that she could be the victor when it came to that.

The Frenchwoman collided with Peyton at a near sprint, or rather as close to one as she could manage in the small amount of space that had been between them. Her hands latched onto the woman's shoulders to not just shove the woman back but to keep her from slipping away as well, Natasha getting the contest she wanted as their nearly indentical breasts slammed together, fillingthe room with a loud and wet smacking sound as they came together. Natasha forced Peyton back against the wall, their tits getting squashed between them an instant before the rest of their bodies followed suit.

Natasha was quick to press her advantage, rocking her shoulders from side to side to grind her tits into Peyton's. She couldn't help but take the opportunity to truly compare the size of their tits, her eyes drifting downward to their struggling mounds when Peyton grabbed onto her shoulders and turned the tables around on her. "Omph!" She let out as now her back hit the wall, Natasha not letting go of Peyton's shoulders as she now pulled the red head even harder against herself. The sweat now dripping down their bodies made their grinding slick and heavy, soft slapping sounds starting to echo through the room as their tits rocked back and forth. "Now that I've got you close...I wonder whose tits are better?" She said with a smirk while sliding her right knee up against Peyton's crotch.

The redhead was successful, managing to throw Natasha against the wall. Peyton felt confident now, knowing the blue-haired champion was once again at a disadvantage. Loclear also held her close, ensuring that their chests continued to rub against each other, their slick, sweaty love humps slipped and slapped against each other. Their fully erect nipples drug across each other's tit flash and it was enough to make Peyton moan a little bit from the sensation. "My breasts are better... Come on, I'm the total freaking package, but you already know that..."

When Natasha started to slide her knee against Peyton's crotch, the American shivered and shook her head, wriggling and using her leg to try and shove it away. She knew what Loclear was trying to do, and it would surely work. Peyton was becoming increasingly more turned on as time passed, and she didn't need Natasha to accelerate that. McKee's aim would be to try using her leg to block any of the French chick's advances while using her hands to grasp onto her hips, slapping them there before using it to start rubbing and groping the blunette's hips and thighs. Natasha had already kept Peyton and herself to a close range with her embrace, freeing Peyton up to work on her further.

"Yours are certainly large I will give you that...but then again so are mine. And if I'm being honest...I think mine are just hotter." To accentuate her point Natasha thrust out her chest, arching her back to shove her tits forcefully into Peyton's own, going nipple to nipple with the red head to see whose would bend first. Surprising no one it turned into another stalemate with Natasha not backing down and with her hands latched onto the woman's shoulders she wasn't going to let Peyton get away even if the woman wanted to. Though Natasha was fairly certain Peyton had no intention of breaking away.

The American knocked her knee away and the next few attempts proved little better as she only got glancing bumps against Peyton's sex. Peyton was loving every moment of this and Natasha was beginning to wonder just how long the woman could hold out, and how she could shorten that time. "Wandering hands Peyton?" She said, smirking as she locked eyes with the red head and leaned in close, brushing her lips over the American's full mouth. Natasha slid her left arm behind Peyton's neck to keep her pulled close, freeing up her right hand to slide down the woman's back, fingertips running along her spine until Natasha slapped that firm ass of Peyton's, squeezing hard to pull their hips even closer together...

Peyton's breathing grew heavier the more that her and Natasha were rubbing their bodies together. As their nipples met, she let out a whine, but was determined to continue grinding her breasts right against Natasha's as they mushroomed against one another beautifully. Her eyes met the French woman's and when she leaned in close and locked her lips with the redhead's, Peyton, starting to get into their embrace further, started to kiss Natasha passionately.

As she kissed the beautiful champion, she felt Natasha's hand go down her spine, making her shiver in pleasure until she grabbed her ass. Their hips met and Peyton gave one of Natasha's butt cheeks a squeeze before her lust started to overtake her. Peyton's one hand reached up to grab Natasha behind her head, tangling her fingers in her hair as she deepened their kiss further, tongue probing in her mouth. Meanwhile, her other hand moved towards the blunette's leg. She attempted to raise her one thigh up off the ground to give her more access to Loclear's crotch, making their hip grinding even more sensual.

Natasha's kiss was but an invitation, a glimpse of what could be shared with Peyton if she so chose, and chose she did as their lips had barely touched when the red head pressed fully against her in a passionate kiss that saw both women moaning within moments. Their tongues swirled together with wild abandon as their kiss only intensified in the seconds that followed, Natasha drawing Peyton ever further into the domain of lust, their tits sliding every which way as Natasha fought to somehow press their bodies even closer together.

She felt Peyton's fingers weave themselves into her flowing blue mane, paying it almost no attention especially when the red head reached down and hooked her hand underneath the Frenchwoman's leg, lifting it up to grant Peyton greater access to Natasha's sex. Her orgasm was making itself felt now as Natasha fully embraced the duel that had formed between them without a word, the bluenette's labia swollen and spread wide to emgage the sex of Peyton. Her hand slid down along the other woman's ass, rubbing along Peyton's rear entrance but not entering, sliding past that to slip between the red head's legs, Natasha's fingertips rubbing over Peyton's pussy from behind.

Their close and intimate motions were making both women sweat even more, but they paid it no mind. They simply continued to try to find a way to get their bodies even closer together, which was harder to do as their bodies just kept moving, breasts sliding against each other sloppily, but that didn't daunt either girl. As McKee grew more aggressive with her kiss, the French woman met that aggression completely. Peyton let out a gasp in the moment their lips grew apart and moaned before resuming their fiery makeout.

Peyton's hand gripped Natasha's hair even more firmly, tugging at it slightly in an effort to tease a loss of Loclear's control. When Peyton was able to raise the champ's leg, she went all in and gripped it tightly, pushing her thigh back against the wall as her pussy started to grind into Natasha's. Her eager sex was growing more moist as she the forceful yet tender grinding of their love boxes was causing both women to moan even louder.

McKee felt Natasha's hand teasing her ass before sliding between her legs and starting to rub her pussy. Peyton let out a sharp whine at the sensation, which only caused her to more forcefully grind her hips with Loclear's. With another break in their makeout, Peyton managed to say breathlessly, "Oh... yes Nattie..." Peyton didn't want it to stop. She continued to grind into the blue-haired girl's spread pussy, hoping that she would hit her climax before Peyton would, even if the redhead's was fast approaching.