Fujiko Hinamoto vs. Sista A - Roses Are Red

Sista A loved the sight of seeing Evil Rose on the floor, watching her writhe beneath her like the dog she really was. She liked it so much, she started to reel back for another kick...but she stopped. This was a humiliation match, and there was no way she was going to kick Evil Rose into being mortified.

No, she needed to be creative. Luckily, she’d picked up some tricks in the AFW.

”All right, bitch.” She stepped over Evil Rose’s body as she started to push up, placing a leg on both sides of her. Reaching down, she snaked her arms underneath her opponent’s armpits and let her hands roam around, until they found two, perfect breasts to squeeze.

From there, Sista A pulled Evil Rose up, made sure her tits were on full display, and began to rub away at them. Kneading. Pinching. Molding them to her will. She groped away, let her fingers slip under what little cover was there, ravenously exploring every inch of that tasty flesh.

And it wouldn't have been complete without that sultry whisper in the ear. ”Let’s put on a show.”

Evil Rose was not in a good state after having taken those heavy kicks from the brawling dancing sista, but she was far from done, all she had to do was find her way up and then she'd rip the pretty blond into pieces. That was all that the beast had in her mind, the sight of a broken, blushing mess on the floor before her.

What she was instead met with was not the chance to move up to her feet, nor a kick as she was expecting. Though she soon looked over her shoulder to see the visage of the lovely beauty that was Sisata A, as Aisha reached down and snagged her hands around the red clad woman's breasts, hoisiting her up to her feet and started to massage, rub and squeeze those tits. " Mmgh!~" Evil Rose roared out a moan, she struggled, her legs shifting as Sista A had her way with those great big tits. 

Evil Rose shook her head and if it wasn't for her mask one would probably be able to see a blush upon her cheeks.

Oh, this was perfect.

Well, not perfect. Sista A would’ve preferred doing this to Fujiko when she was still sane and likely to remember it, but this worked fine for her purposes, too. She’d gotten a real dominant streak since she came into the AFW, and this was the perfect way to unleash her beast.

Also, Fujiko’s tits really were an awesome pair, particularly for natural ones. Felt amazing between her fingers.

”Oh, you like that? Yeah.” She brought one hand away from the groping and used it to yank at the back of Fujiko’s mask, pulling her head back. Sista A licked her lips, then plunged down and took her opponent with a wet, wild kiss, trying to slide her tongue in as deep as it would go.

Evil Rose was trapped in the clutches of Sista A's aggressive breast fondling and show of dominance right now. The red clad beast was trapped in a nasty trap that was making her purr lite a kitty cat at the moment. Something which she did not like...or well she didn't want to like it but the feeling was without a doubt causing a sensation to creep down her spine.

When her head was pulled back she let out an angry growl, followed by a soft moan as her lips were sealed by Aisha's and that tasty tongue of hers slipped into the Beast From the Undergrounds mouth. There she stood...helpless and purring into that mouth as her large breasts were fondled, her nipples had already left the confines of the red bands that were covering them...erect and aroused by what Sista A was putting her through.

Yet the beast was still defiant and she now noticed the perfect chance at a counter attack. With that tongue in her mouth....Evil Rose would try and sink her teeth into it, biting down on it hard, not too hard though, she didn't want to bite it off....at least not yet.

Sista A couldn’t help but giggle as she let Evil Rose’s nipples go free, exposing them to the cold air and an appreciative audience. Pictures were being taken then would find their way to hundreds of special sites within the hour, countless pervs slobbering over a Wrestle Angel’s tits.

It made Sista A chuckle, even while she probed deep and deeper with her ravenous kiss, exploring every corner of the Beast’s mouth. She could’ve gone about that for a while, too, violated Fujiko in all kinds of delicious ways...but, then, she had the bite to deal with.

In hindsight, she should’ve seen it coming, but all the same Evil Rose’s bite hurt like first on the soft flesh inside her mouth. Sista A let out a shriek - an honest, straight up, ear-piercing wail - and pushed Evil Rose away as she stumbled back with her hands to her mouth and her eyes watering.

The beast's teeth sunk into Sista A's lovely tongue and it wasn't long before the busty dancer pushed the red clad wrestler away from her. Evil Rose was sent stumbling a few feet forward as she quickly turned around and coughed out, a hand was brought up to her head as she rubbed it softly....

Eyes re-focused onto the scantily-clad opponent of hers as she seemed to be in quite a deal of pain from that tongue biting. She narrowed her eyes, that predator glare back...before she took off.

Running straight towards the dusky maiden as the busty beast would try and go low and drive her shoulder right into Aisha's toned belly, looking to push the woman right back and ram her up against the side of the ring!

The bitch bit her!

The fucking bitch bit her!

Sista A would’ve been screaming that out loud, if not for the obvious problems with her tongue. As it was, she could make all sorts of hoarse, enraged noises as she cradled her mouth and hoped to God there’d be no blood coming out. She was more surprised than anything, and she was starting to wonder: how do you win a humiliation match against someone who has no shame.

Funny little riddle.

There was precious little time to gather her bearing, as Evil Rose moved in like the rabid animal she was proving to be. The tackle hit Sista A hard, but not quite as hard as the apron she banged her head on. With that blow, she fell down to her butt with her opponent on top of her, her eyes rolling back in a dizzy haze. Sista A fell flat on her back, still muttering curses on pure reflex.

Panting out as her breasts were still free from the confides of her red suit, the beast crashed into Aisha and drove the woman right into the corner and then stepped back, she was tired but the beast was not about to lose out in this fight! She wanted to break the dancing sister. 

The red-clad woman would reach down for a handful of the woman's hair, trying to pull the woman up towards her feet. Looking to pull the woman up and seat her on the apron, looking to hoist Aisha's arms over the ropes and entangle them. Trying to spread Sista A's legs and even go as far as trying to pull on of those long, strong limbs in underneath the ropes and try to hook it over the bottom rope into an akward and trapped position, with that leg hanging over the rope by her knee. Which would hopefully trap Sista A well enough and give the woman an open path to that lovely crotch of the busty woman.

sliding her hands up and down against Sista A's abs, one arm moving upwards to the woman's breasts as the other would try and slip down, looking to cup that golden clad crotch and give it a light squeeze as the other hand would try and clasp onto one of Sista A's tits and grope it.

Sista A was in a daze at the moment, too out of it to really focus much on what was going on. She knew her hair was being grabbed, but frankly, she was so used to that she barely registered the pain anymore. She knew was being lifted up onto the apron, but she didn’t register that as anything to worry about. What was the worst that could happen?

That question was answered when she felt the ropes snap around her arms keeping her tied up and secured. Suddenly she totally vulnerable, a helpless sacrifice to a merciless beast. Not a good feeling.

”Don’t you dare, don’t you fucking-” Sista A hurled curses and insults towards Evil Rose, but she either didn’t understand them or she didn’t give a shit. They didn’t stop her from groping her, sliding that hand over her breasts, and they didn’t keep the vile bitch from sliding her fingers over her Sista A’s sex.

The worst part? It wasn’t ineffective. Evil Rose’s touch was wild, but not unskilled, and SIsta A couldn’t stop herself from getting wrapped up in. She let out a low moan and bit her lip, wriggled about, did everything she could to ignore the raw pleasure coursing through her.

”Fucking hate you…” She spat, before a long and lewd moan. ”Stop...don’t…”

The predatory eyes of the red-clad woman eyes Sista A's lovely face as it contorted in pleasure, the moans escaping from the busty woman as the lovely beast from the underground continued her sexual assault of the lovely tanned skinned woman. 

Her hands clasping firmly but nicely around that sex and that tit....shortly enough she tried to slip away the strap around that breast and free it from the restraints...as she'd also try and slide her finger in underneath those golden colored undergarments of the dancing sister, trying to slide her gloved fingers into Sista A's sex and start to have those fingers roam ~

Seductively she would growl out and lick her lips as she would move her mouth up closer to the lovely soft skin of the woman, trying to clasp her lips around Aisha's neck, looking to give the woman a soft love bite.