Cherry Bomb Sayumi Arai Vs The Pink Bomber Aisha Love [Hardstyle Hentai]

Aisha would cry out as she felt herself be tossed around so, then be set up into a hold she didn't want to be into right now. She gave some resistance at least, making it hard, but Sayumi had managed to get her on her back, wrapped up in a leg scissors, arms firmly wrapped around her neck in a rather bad position. Although it didn't seem to be a deterrent for Aisha as she tried to yank herself out, slowly losing air in the submission.

"No..." she protested, pushing back, but it was becoming harder as she was losing strength. Though this was a hentai match and the hold wouldn't be a win, she didn't want to go out and for Sayumi to have her way with her.

Sayumi furrowed her brow and grit her teeth as she arched her own back, trying to add a third element to her hold as she stretched Aisha out between both the headlock and her scissors. She gave the woman's neck a crank, shifting her arms to try and lock it in again, but tighter now that they were on the ground. She was determined to keep Aisha locked in, to drain the fight from her best she could. This was an opportunity she couldn't willingly surrender.

As her thoughts tightened around The Pink Bomber she considered trash talking. It's what most girls tended to do whenever she was down and out. She found that getting frustrated normally worked against her in those cases... Maybe it would help here too? She couldn't bring herself to do it. She was already feeling bad enough just doing her job in the ring by wrapping Aisha up. So she remained quite for a long while...

She had been forgetting what she was here for. This was a Hentai match after all. This was possibly one of the most effective submissions she had ever locked in. Thighs clenched around her waist, body stretched out across her chest, neck wrapped in a choke... Now she added to it further. She dipped her head to place her warm sweet lips upon Aisha, planting soft kisses along the back and side of her neck. She had to surrender a bit of her hold's power by loosening her arms and Lessing the stretch, but having a head start in arousing the trapped woman would pay off in the long run.

She was able to breathe far better now, but it looks like Sayumi had remembered unfortunately that it was a Hentai match, that seemed to have far less moves relating to such in the typical, possibly due to both being more focused on more traditional wrestling tactics, well, at least for Aisha's case, Sayumi, well she didn't know. However she knew shy she was getting that air, feeling her opponents lips on her tender neck, feeling the hot breath there.

Aisha blushed, squirming at the feeling of the girl kissing her there. It wasn't enough to bring her to anything, but it did get her rather aroused at least, "S..stop," she let out, trying to escape.

Sayumi surrendered the arm from under Aisha's to slip it around the girl, blindly groping over her breasts as she searched for the zipper to The Pink Bomber's one piece. She still had an arm hooked around the girl's neck, but it did little more than hold her in place. She still applied the leg scissors around her waist liberally. "Shhh." She cooed softly between kisses. "Just let me.". She wasn't squeezing her as tightly now, being more gentle as she simply restrained the girl. If she managed to find Asihia's zipper, she'd slowly tug at it to open up the front of her ring attire. The first big step she was taking towards claiming the girl and sealing her victory.

"No," she hissed out, feeling her breasts be molested now by Sayumi whom was searching for her zipper. Her breath would hitch as there was a bit of play there with her two mammaries, molding to the touch. She'd manage it, slipping some of the zipper down, but before she could any further, sliding right below the breasts exposing them, she managed to turn her body, slipping around to no be on her. Aisha would push the hands away to then push her breasts right into her face.

"If you want them... then have them," going right for the smother, a move she didn't normally do.

Sayumi was too busy patting herself on the back. She was doing so good. She had created a huge wave of momentum and not only managed to take control, but had Aisha helpless to defend herself. She had begun celebrating early, not even thinking what her loosened hold meant. As The Pink bomber reversed herself to loom over Sayumi she stared up at the woman in genuine shock, so much so she didn't even make a move to defend herself as Aisha came down on top her her. Her face reddened beneath the buxom pink haired woman, her scissor hold dropping away. She had a panicked moment where she grasped for Aisha's shoulders, trying to push the woman off her as she let out a muffled cry buried within her chest.

"O' come on, I here they're rather cozy," she says, rubbing them against her face while moving hands to Sayumi's side to try and get down into her outfit. A hand snaked down to her ass, groping it to try and get a rouse out of the Asian girl. The other hand was going to a breast, poking it with her fingers. She wasn't the best at this whole hentai style but she was doing it with gusto. She was gonna make this girl cream herself and grab that victory the best she could.

Sayumi winced, eyelids fluttering as she lay trapped beneath Aisha's breasts. In the dark confines, her labored breathing made the small space humid, the soft walls around her welcoming as much as they were deadly. She squirmed under the woman's weight, letting out a surprised squeal as her backside was groped. She huffed and puffed, trying in vain to turn her head to get some more air elsewhere, but The Pink Bomber's bountiful chest gave her no space space in which to draw fresh air.

Her hands pushed up at Aisha, her first shove proved fruitless in her panic, hands just rolling off the woman's shoulders as she struggled. The second however, she had planted her palms firmly, trying to push Aisha up off of her, at least enough to get her out from under her breasts. Lucky for her Aisha was more concerned with touching her than she had been with making full use out of their positions.

Aisha was now fighting to keep her position as she was now being pushed off. It did seem however that Yori was a little bit tired, managing exactly what she wanted to do and wear her down. Of course she still managed to be pushed up and off, giving Sayumi some space to breathe now. She wasn't going to let that be, grabbing at her bra and trying to rip it off, at least for one breast to try and do something.

"Aww come on, I know you liked it," she said, taunting her, trying to keep the pressure and fluster her.

Sayuri dressed for these matches, purposely making her own attire a choir to remove. It was a tactic she was actually rather proud of and something many people didn't seem to make use of despite how common these matches were. However, slipping a part of her out of them? That was actually far easier done, much to her dismay. She let out a gasp as one of her breasts were tugged free suddenly, a deep blush flashing across her features. Her arms shook as she struggled to maintain her freedom. She grunted in frustration as the woman over her teased her.

Sayumi tried to shove Aisha off her with everything she had at her disposal. "Get off!" She planted her feet and arched her back, working with her shove to buck her body as well. She needed to get out from under this woman. She couldn't let her cover her again. Things were going wrong so fast.