Kaylee Rush vs. Makoto Aihara - Sensual Orientation

Makoto was not known for her deep well of stamina, so when Kaylee slammed into her like a Mack truck, the reaction was predictable. Her world went loopy, turned upside down, and she wasn’t able to make heads or tails or what was going on for a few moments.

When sense returned to her, she was on the floor, leaning against the turnbuckle. Sitting. Propped up. Kaylee was in front of her, standing there, taking off her bottom, stripping…

...what?

By the time her mind fully grasped what was happening, Kaylee was barreling towards, there was no where to go, and it was just too late to do anything.

The Bronco Buster was painful, like getting punched in the face in rapid succession, bounced between Kaylee’s crotch and the turnbuckle. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.

But what made it worse was the humiliation of having Kaylee’s bare sex against her face, sliding and slipping and slapping, and-

”Gah, stop, stop!

Despite Makoto's protests, Kaylee not only didn't stop, but extended her attack, bouncing and smacking her shaved crotch against her face, over and over, before finally stopping the bouncing, but pulling on the ropes, now just slowly humping and grinding against Makoto's face, pressing hard enough that Makoto's lips rubbed against her pussy, making her moan lightly.

"Mmm...yeah...I had a wet dream about this once..."

She said, enjoying it for a few more moments before rolling off of her, getting up and shaking her hips, reaching down and patting Makoto's cheek.

"You alright babe? No shame in giving up if you can't handle me..."

What Kaylee did couldn't’ have lasted more than a few seconds.

To Makoto, it felt like an hour. A long, confusing, more-arousing-than-she’d-care-to-admit, hour. When it was done, Makoto was on the floor, gasping and heaving and struggling to catch her breath, redfaced and embarrassed. She’d done humiliation matches before, they were a staple of Rumble Roses, but that? That was beyond the pale. If Kaylee had been in her old league, she could’ve dominated the match type with that move alone. Makoto had the strong feeling she wasn’t done, either.

Still, she had her resolve, she had her respect. She wasn’t giving up that easily. ”I’m not….” Makoto grabbed the ropes and started to pull herself up, shaking her head along the way. ”I’m not done yet!”

Rather than put her bottoms back on, Kaylee chose to leave them off, letting them stay on the mat, much to the crowds delight. On a personal level, she was having the time of her life. Makoto was tough, but fun to make flustered.

Upon the girls decision to not quit, Kaylee grinned, moving forward and pressing her body against the judo babe's, her firm young breasts rubbing against the girls back as she reached around and groped her tits.

"I'm glad...I was hoping to have some more fun..."

She purred, nibbling on Makoto's ear as one hand trailed down her body, trying to work itself into her shorts...

It felt like Makoto’s instincts were working against her, here, and that kind of made sense - this wasn’t the sort of thing her sensei had prepared her for, obviously. All the same, she should’ve been able to adapt. It was just contact. Judo was meant to deal with contact.

As Kaylee came her way, a dozen counters popped into Makoto’s head. Throws she could’ve used. Submission holds she could’ve tossed her into. Ways to evade, ways to counter, ways to parry whatever was coming her way…

...but then Kaylee touched her. Kaylee held her. Kaylee gave her the sort of contact she’d been missing for over a year, and just like that, her brain scrambled and her face grew bright red and any thought of real resistance went right out the window.

”I-” Makoto only managed one syllable before the nibbling began, and words became much harder to form. It was all she could do to stay on her two feet, and even that had a lot to do with the ropes propping her up.

Feeling lost, she leaned back and moaned, biting hard on her lip as the euphoria began to overtake her…

*Nibble, Nibble, Nibble*

Kaylee kept up her playful nibbling of Makoto's ear, one hand slipping under the womans sports bra, groping her breast and playing with her nipple. With her other hand, though, she slipped her hand into Makoto's shorts and, if she was wearing them, panties, trailing down, tenderly starting to rub between the Judo Babe's legs, rubbing her own naked crotch against her butt, to the crowds delight.

"Mmm...like that baby?"

She purred, winking at the nearby referee girl, who couldn't really do anything, as there was no hold for the ropes to break.

Through the corner of her eye, Makoto could see the referee, though there wasn’t terribly much to be seen in the first place. She wasn’t doing anything. Didn’t look like she was going to interfere or end it or anything. There had to be some kind of rule for this, didn’t there? You couldn’t just make out with your opponent in the middle of the ring, there were regulations and rules and no, this couldn’t have been legal. Right?

The realization hit her hard, a lightning bolt to the brain. It was the AFW. Of course it was legal.

Makoto’s mind was running wild with ideas, but none of them were any good or didn’t involve her falling on the floor and letting Kaylee run wild on her. Especially with the nibbling, the way those succulent lips were playing against her skin, the droplets of pain amidst a raging sea of pleasure.

”Gah!”

"Like that? Did Candy Cane or Aigle ever do that do you babe?"

She whispered with a lusty tone in her voice, groping and squeezing Makoto's firm breast, giving her stiff nipple a light pinch, while moving her lips down to gently bite on the girls neck.

But as if that wasn't bad...or good...enough for the Judo Babe, paralyzed by the situation and her own pleasure, Kaylee finally stopped teasing, slipping two fingers into her pussy, and starting to slide them in and out. At first, she went slowly, drawing it out, but, with Makoto helpless in her arms, she started speeding up, pumping her fingers in and out of her, moaning in Makoto's ear, while the crowd roared, cameramen moving to get shots from all sides!

Just when Makoto thought things couldn’t get any worse - or better, depending on how you defined it - they did exactly that. Kaylee’s carnal assault was relentless, but it reached new heights when the newcomer started reaching in her pants, sliding her fingers down, and...and…

”Oh, God!” Makoto’s gaze flew open as she realized just how wet she was, and how close she was coming to, well, cumming, right in the middle of the ring. She had to do something, anything, and she needed to do it in the next two seconds.

Her body did what her mind was too slow for, lashing out on impulse with a wild elbow to Kaylee’s face and pushing her away right after. Makoto would stumble away as fast as her wobbly legs could take her, hoping she might be able to find some sanctuary if she could just get out of the ring...

Kaylee could feel it, Makoto was right on the edge, all sexed up and ready to burst. It would be pretty exciting, if she got to make a girl cum in her very first match! But alas, an elbow came flying, and smacked her in the cheek, causing the pink haired babe to stagger back a few steps, to the crowds sadness.

But Makoto couldn't follow up, to focused on calming the feeling in her loins and trying to escape than attack. So, quickly recovering, Kaylee ran up behind Makoto again and reached up, under her arms, this time tightly grabbing the girls breasts over her top, getting a squeak out of her and kissing her cheek.

"Should've just came babe!"

She yelled, before, in one swift motion, bouncing Makoto on her feet and lifting her up, throwing both of them backwards, in order to toss Makoto, by her breasts, onto the mat, head and shoulder first with a Boob-Plex!