Koneko vs. Sista A - Foxy Ladies [FWC]

It wasn’t like Aisha had gone a long time without getting any. Anesthesia kept her busy with training these days, true, but she also made sure to take care of whatever needs her ‘student’ had - up to and including the sexual ones. Anesthesia was quite good with those, in her own way.

However, the nurse was a different kind of lover. Gentle. More manipulative. The pleasure Koneka brought was hot, wild, rough and untamed, just the way Sista A liked it, and she found herself getting swept away in the writhing flesh on top of her. That was, until...

”What are you doing?” Anesthesia barked from ringside and slammed her fist into the mat. ”You’re in the middle of a match, fool!”

Sista A hissed at the order, always hating the way Anesthesia liked to act like she was trained pet, but the bitch was right - at the rate this was going, she’d be in for one of the shortest hentai matches in history. Not today.

As Koneka’s fingers slid down her side, Sista went for rough play, wiggling about until she could get her legs free. She brought them around Koneka’s middle, clasped her ankles behind the foxy fighter’s back, and bore into her with a tight bodyscissors, looking to squeeze hard on that lovely stomach.

She didn’t give up on the kiss, though. In fact, she wrapped her arms around Koneka’s neck and went at it harder than ever, wildly slapping her tongue about her opponent's mouth.

For almost the entire time the two wrestlers had been engaged within the tight confines of the aggressive kiss Koneko had forgotten that when Sista A originally made her entrance she had brought another wrestler with her.

Truth be told the masked girl didn't recognise the woman, but that didn't stop her from being cautious. Anybody that hung around somebody like Sista A immediately spelled nothing but trouble, even more so when entering into such a dangerous match which has next to no rules to keep anybody safe from cheating.

When Anesthesia started shouting and smacking the side of the ring it was enough to grab Koneko's attention for the shortest time, unfortunately the shortest time is all it took for things to go south for the previously leading wrestler.

In an instant Koneko felt her opponents legs clamp around her back like an industrial vice, causing her to release a minor muffled gasp of shock as the seemingly endless kiss managed to endure, only increasing in ferocity as Koneko found herself being pulled further into it, feeling as if she had been pushed into the submissive role for the time being, despite her literally being on top of the situation.

Unable to breathe through her mouth and having some difficulty breathing through her nose due to her mask Koneko understood that she needed to try and finally break the kiss. With the notion being easier said than done Koneko did her best to try and pull away from Sista A's embrace, such a bodyscissor making it incredibly difficult.

When Koneko gasped, her breath moved from her lips and slipped through Sista A’s nostrils, filling her with the rough scent. She could smell the fear in it, she swore, and it just made her clamp down even harder with the bodyscissor. Her thighs, honed from hours of running and kicking and training, were deceptively taut and tough. This wasn’t a move she often did preferring the immediate satisfaction of a punch to a sluggish submission any day, but this was a special sort of match that needed a special approach.

”Like that?” She whispered on a raspy breath before she pulled the kiss even deep, hammering it to the point of pain, clashing teeth and thrusting her tongue like a spear.

Koneko was stronger than she first appeared, so Sista A wasn’t able to hold the kiss forever, having to let go as her opponent pulled away. Still, she was determined to keep her scissor locked on tight, pounding those ribs with furious fervor. She also decided to give her ‘lover’ some parting gifts, in the form of two punches when she pulled away. Two fists aimed at two tits, targeting them right in the middle. ”In trouble now, bitch!”

Working in a wrestling organisation of such a massive size never seemed to fall short on offering up surprises, as up until this match Koneko had not been of the assumption that a kiss could actually hurt if done with enough ferocity, something which Sista A had no problem demonstrating the possibility of. Forced to endure a remarkably uncomfortable kiss while being squeezed for all that she was worth before she could pull away properly, the masked girl just did her best to stay steady, not wanting to offer her opponent the satisfaction of showing obvious discomfort.

Unfortunately, even Koneko's hasty escape of the situation came at a cost, the cost of Sista A hammering her straight in the tits with two firmly balled fists, messing up any previous strategic plans which she had as she instantly fell to the canvas in a very ungraceful fashion, gently pressing against her tits with both hands while grinding her teeth together, sucking in air through her covered nose to try and help herself get over the fiery pain shooting through two of her most sensitive areas.

Sista A might not have been the most intelligent of girls, but right now she was definitely right about one thing. Koneko was in trouble.

The sight of Koneko squirming between thighs, writhing around, wracked with pain, sent the loveliest thrill through Sista A’s spine. Hurting people in general was always a fun way to pass the time, but making bitches who posts her off suffer, particularly when they'd do so in record time? A rare treat. One she intended to savor.

It was cathartic. Like Koneko was a giant, oddly dressed stress ball for Sista A to squeeze and release all her tension.

But it wasn’t meant to last, however. After all, it wasn’t like she could win like this. Wear Koneko down, sure, but this wasn’t a regular match - she had to get Koneko worked up to an orgasm first. Luckily, she had a few ideas on that front.

She released the scissorhold, but only so she could grip Koneko’s hair tight, grabbing two handfuls of her dark strands. With that gripped tight, Sista A began to stand up, dragging her opponent/victim up with, attempting to make her stand up. ”Come on, bitch, we ain’t even close to done!”

Too focused on the pain shooting through her breasts Koneko was caught completely by surprise when Sista A walked up behind her and took a tight hold of her hair with both hands. The masked girl letting out a yelp as her sensitive scalp was assaulted by fiery pain, her hands coming up to grab at her foes in an attempt to get them out of position.

Right now Koneko was in a particularly bad place, whatever she did she was playing right into Sista A's hands, but unfortunately until a better opportunity came up, she didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

Forced to follow after Sista A's hands to prevent the pulling sensation from being quite as agonising Koneko made her way to her feet, still grasping at her enemies hands while her toes curled up and dug into the canvas, clear evidence to her agony being easily view-able through her grit teeth and overall heavily pained body language. The only positive thing coming from this being the enjoyment of the audience, who were clearly fans of two attractive female wrestlers aggressively pulling at each-others hair.

From ringside, Anesthesia watched with keen interest, leaning on the apron as Sista A went about her work. She hadn’t been too interested in this match before a few moments ago, when Koneko abruptly pinned her star talent and started going to work on her. Aside from it just being undeniably hot, it showed some potential that she saw from too few women in this league - too many takers, not enough givers.

She licked her lips, almost subconsciously, as certain thoughts and possibilities began to form…

Sista A, on the other hand, had nothing so detailed rumbling about her head. Her thoughts were on fucking Koneko, pinning Koneko, then perhaps fucking her again after the bell rang, just for fun.

With that in mind, she kept yanking her masked opponent up, forcing her to feet, only to abruptly spin about and shove her hard into the nearest corner. Koneko wouldn’t be there long before Sista A joined her, leaping towards her a second later and lashing out with a quick knife-edge chop, targeting those lovely large breasts of hers.

Maybe she was a little envious. Just a little.

With stinging pain already plaguing her sensitive scalp Koneko's situation was only further worsened once Sista A gave her a forceful shove towards the corner, causing the masked girl to fall backwards in quite the ungraceful fashion, colliding with the turnbuckle with enough force that it was far from pleasant. Rather dazed from all of the abrupt movement and pain which she had just been put through she did her best to try and get her bearings on the situation, moving her arms up to push herself out of the corner.

Only to get immediately shut down and smacked back into the corner with even more force.

With that vicious chop to her already hurting mounds Koneko let out a choked gasp, losing any progress which she had made in leaving the corner as she fell back into it once again, looking down towards the canvas and giving her head a brief awakening shake.

Right now Koneko wanted nothing more than to curl up and gentle massage her hurting breasts, but with Sista A firmly on her tail she was all too aware that she didn't have time to nurse her injuries, she needed to act, and fast. Fighting through the discomfort the masked girl quickly grasped the top ropes behind her, using them as leverage to lift up the entirety of her form in one swift motion, intent on placing her legs on either side of her opponents head and executing a quick hurricanrana.