Asami Asagiri vs. Bubbles Burste - Conservation of Ninjutsu

Bubbles was bigger, stronger, and heftier than Asami. She was on top, which should’ve counted for something, right? She had the little ninja pinned. Theoretically, she could wreck her from this position. Stretch her out. Tear that costume to pieces. Give her a good licking. All sorts of fun, wholesome things they could do.

That was, if Asami didn’t tap. Which seemed to be imminent. It wasn’t like she had much choice in the matter.

”Oh, yeah,” Bubbles gave her hips a good thrust, rubbing her loins against Asami’s lap. Even through the clothes she between them, her touch was still electric. ”You’re getting into it, hm? Just wait for it, it’s-”

And that was when Asami clapped her in the ears.

Strong as she was, that was still quite painful, and it was more than enough to make the Virgin Killer roll off and tumble to her back, still aching as she cradled her head. ”That...kind of sucked…”

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." Asami replied to Bubbles' dazed sounding statement. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

She hopped up to her feet. Paying no mind to her breasts hangin out, Asami took hold of Bubbles' ankles and used them to spread the bigger woman's legs open. Then she jumped up and dropped to her knees. Normally, she would have slammed her forehead into a victim's ladybits, but she wanted to make a better impression than that. Instead her headbutt crashed into Bubbles' abdomen in an attempt to keep the American down!

She remained kneeling between the blonde's legs. Asami would then move aside the part of Bubbles' bikini bottom covering her sex. Then while holding her opponent's legs up, Asami began to run her tongue nimbly along the lips of Bubbles womanhood, flicking it across the blonde's clitoris!

What made the clap to her head so bad? It wouldn’t have been pleasant in any normal circumstance, but here, it was exceptionally painful. She’d been swimming in pleasure before, floating adrift in a sea of pleasure, when a storm of agony came out of nowhere and sent her flying about, caught in the tempest. From the looks of things, she wouldn’t be getting out if anytime soon, either.

Up came her legs, and down came a headbutt, dropping into her gut like a bowling ball and driving the wind clean out of Bubbles, leaving her gasping and groaning.

She had a different reason to groan in short order, however, as things took a more pleasurable turn. Suddenly, she had a tongue at her sex, licking away with expert skill and relentless fervor. The sensations flew through Bubbles’ body like raw electricity and left her gasping on the floor, driven wild with each and every flick.

Asami was a creature of instinct, usually. She might have had the chance to get back to her feet and inflict some damage. But instead she kept up her oral assault. Part of it was simple lust, wanting to taste more of the American. Another part of it was to try to drive Bubbles to cum, to establish a bit of one upsmanship, a part of her competitive streak coming out simply because this was in the ring. Not to mention, she hadn't really engaged in any sort of sexual activity in awhile, not since she had moved out of Dixie's place some months back. It was almost shocking how much she missed doing this.

Taking a breath, Asami said in a breathy tone "Mmm, you taste amazing big girl. Now, let's see you cum!"
Looking up, she gave Bubbles a wink before getting her mouth back to the blonde's womanhood.

Her tongue fluttered rapidly, picking up speed as the kunoichi used it to lash back and forth over the pink pearl of Bubbles' clitoris as she tried to force the older woman to climax!

Bubbles wouldn’t lose if she came, right?

It was a silly thing to think in the middle of a match, but it was so easy to get confused when it came to hardstyle hentai matches. Some of them were just regular matches with sexual strategies tacked on, others required you to make your opponent cum before you could score a pin, and others still were just regular hentai matches who more traditional wrestling thrown in.

She’d participated in all three varieties, and she was fairly this match was the first kind. It was just a little hard to concentrate on such things with Asami was doing such a wonderful job of fucking her senseless.

Whatever the case, if it meant she lost this match, then that was something she would have to suffer. Because Bubbles was coming. She couldn’t keep it in. Asami’s furious licking was a straw too far, the floodgates open, and the little ninja got exactly what she wanted - Bubbles Burste reached a furious climax, bucking on the floor as spurt after spurt came forth from her sex, and a raw, electric thrill ran through her body. She let out deep, guttural cry that echoed through the rafters, and then it all subsided and faded into nothing.

"Oh we have a gusher!" Asami exclaimed as suddenly the bigger woman's orgasm erupted from her sex in the form of spurt after spurt of her juices! That combined with the wild cry that issued forth from Bubbles' lips.

*Ok, as far as girls cumming in the ring, that was one of the biggest ones I've seen!* the Asian thought to herself. *Maybe....*

Asami would stand up, still holding onto the Virgin Killer's legs, then crossed them, right over left. Then the ninja would throw herself forward into an agile front flip over Bubbles, landing in a bridged position, while still holding onto the blonde's crossed legs! The result was a pinning attempt, a cross legged jacknife that would draw the ref's attention!

"One!" the ref began her count, slapping the mat with her hand.

Bubbles was a freak when it came to orgasms. Her size afforded her improved stamina, and that didn’t just apply to in ring affairs. She could go longer, harder, stronger than most women dared or dreamed when it came to her sexual prowess, and that rarely failed her when it came time to deliver.

But, for all her strengths, she was still human. She could go only so hard for so long, before her body reached its limits, and Ayame - one of the fastest, most skilled and experienced opponents she’d ever taken on - was pushing those limits to the brink.

So, when Asami got Bubbles down, she had the Virgin Killer in a rare moment of weakness, as she bathed in the bliss. A moment was all the time she needed.

”2…!”

Asami continued to hold her bridged position as the count went on, the crowd counting along with the ref.

"Three!" came the third and final count.

Panting in a combination of fatigue and arousal, Asami released Bubbles' legs and rolled backwards to straddle Bubbles face. As the ref raised the ninja's arm, the American could see Asami's thong soaked through with juices of her sex as the younger girl grinned down at her.

"Just so you know the feeling is mutual." Asami said with a wink as she shifted backwards to end up on Bubbles chest. "And now that this is over....I'd love to go home with you...."

The great thing about hentai matches? Even when you lost, it never really felt like losing. Bubbles was a perfect example of that. She laid there on the floor, breathing hard and heavy, trying in vain to catch the breath that she’d lost. There was a smile on her face, and it only grew bigger when she felt the feisty ninja crawling up her body.

She didn’t fight it. Didn’t protest as her chest was straddled and the smaller woman took up a position of dominance. Asami had earned that spot, showing her veteran skill, and there was no way that Bubbles would take it away from her.

Mariah would love her. This was why she wanted her in their bedroom.

”So glad you agree.” She brought her head to the side and gave Asami a submissive lick. ”Give you the address backstage?”