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

Aisha had over did her welcome on top of the girl, pushed off at the last second before she was able to get any play from the other breast. She slowly rolled off her, bowing out now that it was near impossible for anymore headway and got up safe. The pinkette thought for a moment just to zip up her uniform but decided against it. Something was a bit different in her now, a new sort of face that wasn't typical of her that maybe this match had pulled out. Her blood was pumping and she posed a bit for the audience before she taunted Sayumi again.

"Come on Sayumi, lets give 'em a show," she says, going for a punting kick right her opponent.

Sayumi rolled herself over, huffing to catch her breath as she pulled herself to her hands and knees. She shook her head, trying to compose herself when the other woman's voice caught her ear. She glanced sidelong to her as she approached eyes suddenly going wide as she was booted squarely int the stomach. She doubled over, cheek planted into the mat while her knees remained planted, her backside hanging up in the air. She gritted her teeth as she clutched her stomach in pain, wheezing out a cough.

She breathed heavily, rolling her forehead to the canvas as she pushed up. She reached out with a hand as she started to rise, shakily as she eyed Aisha. Unlike the other woman, Sayumi hadn't really embraced the bare chested motif, choosing to instead slip herself back into her top as she stood up. She was visibly flustered still, not helped by the other woman being on full display. Aisha seemed far more comfortable with this sort of match then her when it came to making use of her body. She kept finding herself in her holds, sooner or later one of them would stick. "Is... that all you got? Huh?"

"O' come on now, don't be like that. It's only fair ya keep it out, rather rude you know. Of course I'm just gonna have to rip it off now," she said as moved over and began grabbing her and bringing her up and pulling then on both of her breasts, trying to remove what clothing was there. It was violent looking shaking her back and forth with a grin on her face, "Come on Sayumi, everyone wants to see, don't be shy now.

The pink haired woman had lunged from her and gotten a good hold of her top, even going so far as she getting her on her back foot. She was jerked from side to side, the whiplash making ehr head spin as she grabbed fro Aisha's wrists to pull her loose. In the struggle Aisha had managed to yank down her top just before Sayumi broke free. while it was down hover, it wasn't gone, which seemed to be the other woman's intention.

Sayumi took small hopping steps back as Aisha trailed after her making garb after grab for her chest. "If you want them so much..." She dipped to the side, avoiding another of The Pink Bomber's mad grabs for her. Sher snapped an arm up, trying to capture Aishia head under one of her arms and bend her down in a headlock, mashing her cheek to the side of one of her breasts. She staggered her feet, locking in a firm leg positioning to keep herself upright as she wrenched her arm around the girl's neck, trying to wear her down.

Of course Aisha was letting herself into that headlock with how she just gave it to Sayumi, getting wrapped right into a headlock and pushed right up against the girls exposed side boob. Of course she hadn't managed to rip it off, only doing the same but for both of them now which was at least something to get them a bit more flustered and off kilter.

Of course this led to its own advantage, "Commvff on, lettts havff soommmee fun," she says then taking a hand through gasped breaths that she went to go right down to pull it up into a wedgie.

"Eeeeeeee!" Aisha had grabbed a handful of her bottoms and yanked them up hard. The already tight and thin part of her attire rode up between her butt cheeks and crotch causing her to squeal out loud and almost jump fully off the ground in surprise.

She had almost surrendered her hold by mistake, wobbling on her tip toes, completely off balance. Thankfully kept her headlock tight, but in this moment she was using Aisha to actually hold her steady as she fumbled over the wedgie.

Aisha was near laughing, pulling hard on the undies to there limit. This was actually kind of fun, even though of course she was still in the head lock with Sayumi, wobbling around like a pair of drunkards. Drunkards in a wrestling ring in front of a crowd of obnoxious fans that seemed more intent on seeing some skin. If it wasn't for her being there Sayumi would have fallen down right on to the map.

The pinkette corrected that, using both the head lock and the wedgie to try and lift Sayumi up, other hand holding on to her leg and fall on her back, slamming her opponent down.

Sayumi had just about gained her footing when she felt Aisha's hand on her thigh. She hadn't realized it's purpose right away, thinking she was going for yet another perverse assault on her. It was too late for her to do anything after not reacting right away, lifted up with a cry she came crashing down hard on her back, instantly releasing The Pink Bomber from her hold as she was laid out flat on the canvas groaning.

Aisha rolled over and on top of Sayumi, straddling the waist again and looking down to Sayumi, "What happened to all that confidence and all that. Don't worry too much just let it go, I know I am," she says as she begins to kiss and lick at her exposed breasts, wrapping hands around the girl while a hand went straight down to her crotch, cupping and pushing through material.

"I'm.. I'm not too into it wither but if ya stay down... it will... be fun..." she says inbetween playing with her breasts., the other hand cupping a breast.

She stared up at Aisha in a daze as the woman straddled her hips. It wasn't long before the woman descended on her though, wrapping her lips over her bountiful breasts and flicking her with her tongue. Sayumi gasped and squirmed under Aisha's weight, feeling the other woman's breasts bearing down on her abdomen. She reached up, putting her hands on Aisha's shoulder to weakly shove at her.

She panted as The Pink Bomber toyed with her breasts panting softly. A small gasp escaped her as she felt the hand slip between her legs. Her cheeks were a rosy red hue as she couldn't help but allow a small moan to slip out from her "S-stop..." her body shook at each kiss on her bosom, each long lick causing her to writhe beneath Aisha.