Asuka Kanami vs. Sista A - Happy Birthday!

It could have been under 50 seconds before and already the Pink Star was already cumming under the Harlem Nightmare. It took a while for Asuka's body to relax after the orgasm, around fifteen seconds of humping and bumping in order to finish riding out her own delicious orgasm.

Asuka's eyes were closed but she could tell that all eyes were on pinkette. Sista A's, the ref, the audience. She guess that they have been so used to sex being much longer that Asuka cumming so quickly was a sight to behold. And Asuka flushed, a brief sensation of heat when Sista A started laughing. If this was a first to cum match, the Harlem Nightmare probably would have had the quickest victory in AFW history.

Asuka's orgasm subsided as Sista A grabbed the Rising Pink Star by the pigtails and bringing her up to her feet. She groaned, she can feel it on her scalp as the Harlem Nightmare pulled on her pink locks, the pinkette enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm. Asuka didn't have much time to enjoy it however, not with what Sista A have got planned for her.

Sista A was an odd mix of happy and disappointed.

Happy, because she’d just made this pink bitch cum, in a match that revolved around her cumming until she lost.

Sad, because, well, it was kind of a letdown. At this rate, the match wasn’t going to last longer than ten minutes, and she’d been hoping for an extended fucking session. It was a shame, really. Pinky was lacking in stamina, so she’d just have to do her level best to make up for it.

As soon as Asuka was standing, she went right back to work, throwing out two quick jabs to the pinkette’s chest, looking to drive her back hard into the corner. ”Come on, pigtails, don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got? Barely getting started over here!”

Whilst recovering from her first forced orgasm in her AFW career, the Harlem Nightmare pulled Miss Pinky to her feet. Asuka isn't giving the fans much hope for her considering how quickly she just came and she could be in so much trouble. The brief respite gave the Pink Star to gather herself, but Sista A soon got back to work, her fists firing right onto her chest.

"Agh! Ugh!"

Asuka is secretly wishing Sista A have gone back to the breast groping, having her lovely chest battered isn't exactly something to enjoy and the pinkette stumbles backwards, finding herself being backed up in a corner.

Sure, she did have her first cum. But Asuka was far from done here.

If she is to turn the tables, she is gonna have to do something here. Yes, orgasms are great, but she has a match to win, dammit!

Asuka finds her back connecting the turnbuckles, arms draped on the top ropes. She has a plan in mind, but the Pink Star would have to wait to see what the Harlem Nightmare would do next.

Hell, maybe the little bitch liked the pain. That was certainly the vibe that Sista A was getting as she worked her over, hammering her fists into that soft body without a bit of restraint. It was kind of fucking sad, really - back in Rumble Roses, a wrestler like this would’ve never made it through the ropes. The AFW’s low standards made it kind of a double-edged sword. Let it all sort of wrestlers with all levels of talent, but that meant that women like this slipped in through the cracks.

Whatever. A free win was a free win.

”Liking this, huh?” Sista A stepped forward and pressed their bodies together, coming as close as she could with those bulbous breasts in the way. They seemed all natural, too, which was kind of impressive. ”If you wanted to get a good fucking, there were less painful ways, you know.”

She pressed her thigh against Asuka’s sex and started to work her up again, sliding up and pressing down, thrusting hard. At the same time, she leaned and tried to take the pinkette’s mouth with a dominating kiss, claiming it for her own property.

There have been times when Asuka hated being such a nymphomaniac. The problem being that she did not get much opportunities for jobs, even though she is skilled as we have seen briefly. Had she not have that problem, she would have been great. But instead, this problem had weighed her down, an anchor tied around her leg and too heavy to carry it. Added that she is a bit of a masochist, this was not helping things for the pink wrestler.

And Sista A is using this to her advantage, Asuka assuming that she would go in for another hard attack and counter from there. but she came in close, Asuka's bountiful breasts meeting the Harlem Nightmare's smaller yet nice tits. The Pink Star's nipples tenting underneath her top and pressing on Sista A's.

Asuka soon feels the Harlem Nightmare's smooth thigh rubbing against the pinkette's crotch, having more of an effect than it probably should as Asuka shudders and moans. She just recovered from a orgasm. Now one is about to come again. The Pink Star was about to say "Oh God", but the golden wrestler leaned in and took her mouth for a kiss. Again, Sista A worked the girl in a frenzy that she is already bumping up against her leg.

The Pink Star soon let go of the ropes and her hands were all over the Harlem Nightmare, running up on her back, her left reaching down to give it a squeeze. She lost control as soon as that thigh rubbed on her sex and now just trying to achieve another orgasm. She pushed in onto Sista A, her bulbous breasts smooshed and engulf the Harlem Nightmare's own breasts, loving this feeling, moaning foxily as their tongues have their own wrestling match and her instinct kicked in to hook the leg that Sista A isn't using to trip her to the ground. Wherever this is done out of a need to take this to the ground or that she is a passionate lover is unknown. But considering the immense pleasure she is receiving, it is best to assume the latter.

God, this was getting easy. If Sista A wasn’t getting so aroused, she’d almost feel kind of embarrassed for her opponent. She couldn’t make up her mind, honestly - was she happy that Asuka was so willing to take what she gave out, or pissed that she wasn’t giving her the show she deserved for her birthday? Either way, it was making her more and more driven to fuck her brains out. If Asuka was stupid or horny enough to take it, that was her problem.

She dove in hard, establishing dominance through her entire body. Her tongue battered Asuka’s about, claiming her opponent’s mouth for her own. Thrusting hard, she tried to control the corner and did a good job of it for the most part...until Asuka got a bit too much into it and tripped them up, bringing them hard to the ground.

She wanted to do this on the floor? Fine. Sista A had no problem, so long as they ended up with her on top. That was what she tried to make happen immediately, rolling over to get on top of Asuka after they crashed, looking to straddle her by the waist once more.

”Thinking you picked the wrong job, baby girl.” Sista A chuckled as they tumbled. ”Lot of easier jobs that’ll pay you to get fucked.”

This was starting to be a massive problem for the Pink Star. Sista A established dominance already and Asuka was all hers for the taking. I mean, why not have something easy on your birthday and not work too hard to get an orgasm out of someone?

Asuka still shown some fight...kinda...as she tripped the golden woman down to the ground. Although surprisingly, just as they hit the ground, she had another orgasm!

"Nngguuuuhhhhhn!!!!

Ugh. For fuck sake Asuka.

Her pussy spurted out of her pussy, staining her thong and the leg as she spread her honey over Sista A's thigh. This was getting even more embarrassing by the minute, two orgasms in under two minutes probably. She doesn't get the chance to relax and rest as the Harlem Nightmare rolled Asuka on her back, with Sista A on top, straddling her by the waist. Her chest heaving up and down, her cheeks red, probably from the embarrassment.

She actually did picked the right job for her. But her weakness says otherwise.

Sista A had a moment of concern as they toppled. Maybe this girl - ‘woman’ wasn’t the best word - was more than she appeared. Maybe she had some tricks up her sleeve. Maybe this wouldn’t be the absolute cakewalk that it seemed on first glance.

Then she fell, the pinkette orgasmed, and all those worries just disappeared in a single hot flash.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze, as Sista A just looked down at her opponent in disbelief. She’d came. Again. Just like that. It hadn’t even been two minutes since the last one. She’d barely even done anything to her, and she was spouting like a firehose. Even the referee looked confused.

”You have got to be kidding me…” Sista A snickered, then burst out laughing, full and hardy, then gave Asuka two hard slaps on her surely tender breasts, targeting each one in turn. ”Again? Already? Bitch, have you never gotten some before?”

"Haahh...huuuhh...ohhhh..."

Okayyyy...definitely not the best start so far.

So Asuka came twice, all in a short period of time. She panted, looking up at Sista A who gives this girl the look of disbelief before full of laughter and amusement. The pinkette's face went red, flushed from the orgasm but also embarrassment.

Hell, she could hear some of the crowd laughing as what they are seeing. Maybe nymphs like her aren't common here? Well they probably are some, it is AFW of course. It's that they probably still have more self control than Asuka has.

She moans as the Harlem Nightmare gives some hard slaps on her breasts, the flesh jiggling after each slap. If the Pink Star wasn't thinking so much of the embarrassment of the crowd, she'd be fully enjoying this.

Come on, Asuka, snap out of this!

The pinkette did attempt to shake through the massively thick fog of arousement and pleasure as she tries to lift her legs from the canvas, both of them looking to wrap around Sista A's waist and then throw her onto her back. If that works, she'd be sitting up on her butt too.

Sista A was starting to get a new plan in her head - one that went a little beyond winning. If she could get a decent effort out of this pinkhead, the only thing to do would be to use her as example, tear her apart and let that make headlines throughout the internet. It was certainly what Anesthesia would do if she was the one inside this ring, and as much as she hated to admit it, the nurse knew her stuff. Hell, if Anesthesia were here, Asuka likely would be cry in the fetal position by now.

That was the thought that when she started to lean forward with open hands and  lascivious smirk, eager to dig into her work. But Asuka wasn’t without surprises. it seemed.

”What-” Sista A cried out as Asuka’s legs came up and snagged her around the waist, getting on with a solid hold. Despite her looks, the pinkette had some surprisingly strong legs - enough to send Sista A tumbling over to her back.

With a growl and a grunt, the Harlem Nightmare tried to roll to her feet and get up, but it wasn’t the easiest thing now that her equilibrium had been upset. Not to mention the high heel. It would be slow going for a moment…