Asuka Kanami vs. Sista A - Happy Birthday!

For the record, yes, they are real. She never liked surgery. But that's a topic for another day.

The Pink Rising Star managed to get her head out, impressing probably not just Sista A but the crowd. She isn't fully out, Sista's A's legs are crushing on her body but it was one less problem to deal with. Despite her cute appearance and her bubbly demeanor, Asuka is solid with her grappling. Showing that it's not her first rodeo fighting on the ground, Asuka manages to lock Sista A's own head in a tight hold.

"What's wrong, Goldilocks? Am I too much for you?" She couldn't help but give a playful taunt back to Sista A. She did call her 'pinkie'. Their bodies rubbing close, almost feeling their own heartbeat as they struggle.

She had to get Sista A's legs off her. It was the only thing that is keeping her from really punishing the blonde. She didn't need much more of an incentive to let go of the hold but Sista A gave her more of a reason to do so as she punches right on the girl's ribs. "Ahh!" Again with those damn punches! She must be really looking to break those ribs of hers. Asuka would be expecting another punch, but the other hand gives Asuka's firm butt a hard squeeze. "Oww! Hey!" Asuka yelps, thinking now is the time to really get out. Although she can't lie the butt squeeze was kinda sexy...

Hey! Snap your head out of it, Asuka!

The pinkette lets go of the hold and sits up on her knees. Asuka had to get out of the Harlem Nightmare Leg Jail so that she could press forward. She tries to jam both hands into the gap between the blonde's upper thighs, using her fingers to brush against it, hoping to distract the blonde by prodding and massaging her pussy. Optimistically, it would be enough for the Pink Star to pass through the legs and maybe move up to sit on her chest.

Okay, so, yeah. Asuka had some skill, enough to make this an actual match for her. Rah-rah, way to go.

Despite her little trick working, it wouldn’t mean all that much. Sista A had the superior hold here, and she was all about milking it for everything she could. Her thighs, honed from years of rigorous training, cut into the smaller, bustier woman, crushing her hard the sides. Even with her little taunt, it was obvious who was still in control, here, and she was about to relinquish that control any time soon.

”Yeah, you just keep talking.” She growled back, though she couldn’t keep her voice from faltering just a wee bit as she did. There was no denying that Asuka was hot - in a Sailor Moon, girly-girly kind of way, but it had some appeal. The rubbing, the sliding, the grinding, it all worked Sista A up, and she could feel the moistness between her legs. That was sort of inevitable, but she wanted it to happen on her terms. Not Asuka’s.

It seemed like the pain was getting to her, because Asuka’s next move was to sit up, trying to get out of the crushing grip in a way that fit perfectly with the match - sure enough, she went for Sista A’s pussy. To the pinkette’s credit, it worked like a dream, and she couldn't’ stop an involuntary moan from getting. A ripple ran through her, her legs weakened, and that was enough for her to make an escape.

Sista A arousal turned to frustration, both from losing that sweet touch and from Asuka getting free. As she tried to sit on her and take control, the Harlem Nightmare planted her high-heeled feet on the floor and bridged out with her entire body, attempting to send Asuka rolling before she could properly pin her down.

Bingo!

Asuka's finger probing worked like a charm, Sista A's legs weakened and she was finally free from the leg jail. She could have stayed there and kept on the sexual attack on the Harlem Nightmare, but the Rising Pink Star knew she needed something solid.

Asuka loves wrestling. Apparently so much that she gets turned on by it. Even she can't deny the body contact, breasts rubbing, hot breaths on their skin, hands scrambling to get a hold on their opponent...it was soo good. Why not enjoy it like that? The match type allows her to fully enjoy it to her hearts content.

But she does need to get a solid position over her opponent first. And it is really hard to do so when the second she tries to sit on Sista A's lovely breasts, she gets bucked off like a bull flinging a cowboy off it.

"Waaah-Ooof!!" Well that didn't work out well.

Asuka lands on her front, her chest hitting the canvas, briefly before her hands are planted on the floor, the pinkette trying to scramble and turn on her back and sit up.

Now, this was where things started to get fun.

It wasn’t the easiest thing, bucking off Asuka - she was surprisingly fit, more solid that Sista A would’ve guessed at a glance. But it did work, and she was given the gift of a wide open opponent, as she quickly rolled about and found her foe’s back right in front of her. So open. So tempting. So fucking vulnerable.

”Gotcha.”

Asuka spun about to face Sista A, only to find the Harlem Nightmare bearing down on her in mid-pounce, already leaping forward forward. She came down for a hard sit on the pinkette’s waist, straddling her, while she reached out and grabbed two handfuls of tit. She gave Asuka’s bountiful breasts a full squeeze and pushed forward, trying to pin her to the ground. Not a typical sort of hold, but this wasn’t a typical sort of match. ”Down, bitch!”

Asuka wheeled around, just in time to see Sista A pouncing on her, like a leopard jumping on its prey. She grunts, exhaling air as the Harlem Nightmare sits on her waist.

"Ghhn! Get off!" Asuka struggled, trying to sit up before Sista A pushed her down to the floor, her hands on the Pink Star's tits. "Ahhh!" The pinkette gasps, the Harlem Nightmare's hands squeezing her breasts and now it's her turn to let out an involuntary moan.

A ripple of pleasure ran through the girl and her coral nipples harden by the touch. Her own hands grasp at Sista A's wrists. She can't deny this is sooo fucking hot. And she is close to getting very distracted.

Ha. That worked better than Sista A had even imagined.

She knew that her hands were talented, and the AFW was full of horny little bitches, looking for release, but the reaction she got from Asuka was more than she could’ve hoped for. Moans. Writhing. Heated breath. ”Heh,” She chuckled, her voice low and raspy. ”Oh, I’ll get you off. Don’t worry.”

And now was where things got interesting and fun. Sista A’s figures dug into the sensitive flesh, squeezing and twisting and groping away, alternating between hard and soft. All the while, she started a slow grin on Asuka’s lap, putting her best sultry skills to use. Up, down, up, down, a steady motion that pressed their sexes together through the thin material, teasing at so much more…

She could do more. She would do more. But for now, she just wanted to stoke the fires.

Yeah, it probably worked better because Asuka is a little different to the typical hentai fighter. Probabl one of a kind but then again this is the AFW. There are bound to be a lot of nymphomaniacs here.

Still, it is really surprising how quickly she switched from someone who could probably twist her opponent into a pretzel to a very horny girl. Asuka knew she was terrible with self control and had hoped she would collect her first cum before that particular weakness reared it's head.

"...Nnn-...Mmmm..."

Now Asuka lost all willpower to stop herself from cumming, not doing much to hide her arousal as she bit her lower lip, her chest rising and falling a bit more faster. She never did fought back, her defense from the groping and now Sista A's pussy grinding onto hers was awful. Instead, her body reacts as you would expect, bucking up against her sex, seeking more pleasure than she was getting initially, hungered for it.

Stoking the fires? She just poured gasoline on to it.

Things were going well for Sista A. In fact, she could almost say they were going too well.m

She was going hard on Asuka, grinding her against the mat, practically humping her into oblivion. It was good heat, and she was starting to get into it herself - her pretty pink little opponent was quite fuckable. There was something about such an eager target that drove her wild, and while she wanted something of a challenge, she could see the appeal here, too. She would work with what she had.

”Okay, then.” Sista A began to pick up the pace, giving Asuka back every bit as good as she got. The pinkette bucked up and she slammed down even harder, asserting her dominance over the tinier woman, riding her into the ground. She kept squeezing her breasts with one hand, but used the other to give her nipple a nice twist, mixing some more pain in with the pleasure - no matter what, she had to remember who was in control here, that Sista A could make this hurt a lot more if she wanted to.

”Yeah, yeah.” She whispered with her soulful voice, nearly singing as she dry-humped Asuka. ”Liking that, bitch?”

"Huaaahn....mmm...uuuhhhh...

Asuka would moan, obviously enjoying the sensations. Her mouth hanging open as Sista A dry humped this little girl in a sex crazed frenzy. She licked her lips, grinning a wide grin that spread from ear to ear as the Harlem Nightmare continued her work, the soulful voice a nice touch too. Asuka's sex was getting very wet now, her juices running freely as she felt another orgasm beginning to approach. Sista A helped to hasten its arrival as she grabbed a breast and squeezed and groped it, making Asuka moan loudly. The nipple twist was painful but that only helped to put more coal into the burning fire as both girl's sex smack at each other under the fabric.

"Ooooohhmmm..." The Rising Pink Star would squirm just a little bit, moving her body this way and that, until she finally found that spot - one where Sista A would hit her just right, and where she simply cannot contain her euphoria any longer. With a loud moan, almost a sharp cry, she would cum.

Yes. She came already. It was very quick.

Asuka's fluids rushing out to splash against the two, waves of pleasure overwhelming the pinkette, her chest rise and fall as she breathes deeply, letting out a moan of pure, raw ecstasy.

Sista A was starting to really feel it, loving the way her new fuck toy gyrated beneath her. The sweet moans, the weak struggles, that soft look at her face as she was screwed into oblivion, it was all so perfect. And-

Asuka came.

It was so sudden, so abrupt, that Sista A immediately stopped rocking and stared down at her opponent. So did the referee. So did the audience, who’d just been getting into the whole thing. How long had she been going at this girl? It couldn’t have been much longer than a minute, if even that, and now she was spurting out all over the place. Sista A wasn’t even close to getting her own release.

It was almost insulting. She knew she wasn’t the hentai champ or anything, but she thought she deserved better competition than this, damn it.

”Are you kidding me?” She burst out laughing and grabbed Asuka by the pigtails, roughly pulling her back to her feet. ”You’re really not made for this, are you?”