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

Like a taking in a lollipop, Aisha would plomp her face right onto Sayumi's left breast, taking her whole niplle right inside, licking and sucking like a newborn baby, slobbering all over it with reckless abandon. If it wasn't for that training session , Aisha probably wouldn't be as accepting of this, but now she was in full swing, doing whatever it took to win, fingers tracing around at her lower entrance, enticing a reaction. It was a bit sloppy whoever and not the entirely best way of doing it but still done with a sort of gusto.

She gasped softly as Aisha wrapped her warm wet lips around her nipple. Her face a deep shade of red as she found herself hot with anticipation despite herself. She shuddered, back arching as The Pink Bomber suckled voraciously at her breast. It was no use use, no holding in her moans as she writhed beneath Aisha.

Her thighs pressed themselves together, rubbing one another subconsciously as fingers slipped along the outside of her sex. Despite still having her bottoms on, they might as well not have existed right now in this moment. She was panting, struggling with not only Aisha but herself.

It felt so good to be beneath her. To have her hands and lips all over her body. It shouldn't feel this good... They were in a match. Why did she want to stay like this so bad? She should be fighting back. She closed her eyes tightly, biting down on her lower lip.

Sayumi's eyes opened slightly, she needed time. She needed to get Aisha off her to clear her head. With shaky legs she planted her feet on the mat, progress was slow with the fingers teasing at her. She set her plans to the mat as well trying to control her patting to focus her efforts.

She pushed up as hard as she could muster with her legs and arms, trying to buck Aisha off of her or at the very least roll herself onto her front to cut off the woman's easy access to her chest.

She would continue now for a little while, enjoying the time she had oddly out of her normal character. Of course this would then be foiled a little bit later as soon she was thrown right off. It appears like this was the end of that, for now at least, sliding off her as she was then pushed off for the most part.

"O' come Sayumi, you know you liked it," she teased, standing up and away, letting her get back. It was a bit of respect, having held out rather well. She held her self in a stance again, typical and ready to go for another round or two, ready to snatch a long sought after victory.

Sayumi pressed her forehead to the canvas as she breathed heavily. She couldn't accurately express how thankful she was Aisha gave her time to recover. She wasn't sure if the woman was being nice, or just taking pity on her. Either way it was welcome and needed.

She slowly pushed off the canvas, raising herself to her feet. She decided to stall a bit longer to recover, under the guise of making the match easier. She reached back, quietly working off the various straps of her top, removing it completely. The truth of the matter was, hanging out of the top with it still on was just uncomfortable with the material biting into her skin.

She took a deep breath, shaking out her arms and legs as she looked at Aisha, trying not to blush again. "I may have been a bit flustered, that's all..." She pouted, shaking her head. All this extra time already having done her good. She had cooled down a bit, regained some well needed energy. She threw a hand out, pointing to Aisha with a determined look on her face. "Hope you're ready for me to return the favor!"

Aisha watched as she took off her top, seeing her breasts pop back out. She didn't understand why Sayumi was doing this but decided that if she was doing it then for fairness she would too and began to slowly remove her wrestling attire. It was a bit of a stretch and somewhat embarrassing, a good thing her mother doesn't know she does this.

"I'll level the playing field a bit, just ain't right seeing you do that while I keep it all on," she said, removing everything until she was down to just her boots. She took a deep breath, the crowd watching her and Sayumi with great interest.

She had given her top a twirl on the top of her finger, held high for the crowd before she flicked it aside. She didn't want it to get trampled in the tussle. She was finally ready to go again but the sight of Aisha stepping down fully gave her pause. Sayumi hadn't removed her bottoms, or really intend to. The other woman just slipped out of her one piece like it was no big deal.

She couldn't help but be a bit distracted, more or less staring from her side of the ring with a faint blush on her cheeks. She didn't have to do that. Was she being cocky or just nice? The other woman had given her plenty of time to recover. Maybe under all of the taunts she was a really great person. She would reserve judgement on that until after the match.

Sayumi didn't strip further, though she couldn't help feel a bit guilty about it. "You ready?" It seemed like she was just going to pretend it wasn't a thing though! She staggered her stance, bending at the knees as she held out her arms in her grappling stance. She didn't intend to make a move until Aisha confirmed. It was the least she could do.

Aisha came up to her, summoning her guts and will, not everyday to be stripped naked and open like she was, and raise her hand ready to grapple Sayumi again, back into the fray of the contest of strength and will. She was determined to take Sayumi down, raising a hand to greet her.

"Lets do this then," she exclaims, waiting to see what Sayumi did.

She seemed tense, at the ready for if Aisha tried to pull anything… but she didn't. The woman was being incredibly sportsmanlike all of a sudden in their match. She couldn't complain. It was rather refreshing actually. She couldn't help but feel a bit more at ease, a smirk slowly making its way across her lips.

Sher wiggled her fingers as she stood opposite Aisha, giving the woman a quick look up and down. With her smile she wore a faint red hue on her cheeks as he hesitated, both women standing at the ready. "Right... Here I come!"

She stepped in, initiating a elbow and collar tie up with Aisha, starting out with a strong grip on the other woman. She seemed to be going all in from the start now, trying to assert herself right off the bat. She pushed with all her weight and strength, trying to drive The Pink Bomber down to her knee.

Sayumi seemed to have renewed vigor now, pushing back against Aisha in a rather impressive display of strength after being rather dominated earlier. It sent her straight down to her knees, trying to push back against her. She was on one knee now, trying to push back but improper footing had left her know on the defensive, mixed with that burst of energy Sayumi now had.

"Now there's some fight back in ya, show me what you got," she said, letting a hand go and trying to wrap around low, a quick change that left her open as she wrapped a hand around Sayumi's waist.

She was doing it! She threw everything she had into her push, dropping Aisha down to a knee. Her arms trebled as the woman continued to fight, trying to rise up. She wasn't going to let her gain ground now, not while she had leverage. Her feet shifted on the canvas as she prepared to make her move when Aisha's arm wrapped around her waist. The smooth touch of the woman slipping across her side and along her back sent a shiver up her spine.

Aisha seemed to be enjoying this. Her renewed vigor. She was enjoying it too. Now that there was a far more casual air between the both of them, something about the competitive nature of this had fallen to the wayside. It was more fun now than fight... Not that she didn't want to win. It was just far less stressful. The girls touch didn't seem nearly as dangerous as it had been.

Sayumi dipped to the side, trying to break away from both of their grasp to slip up behind the girl. She'd lower herself down behind her, heaving her exposed breasts see sensually into Aisha's back, getting a good feel for how lovely her skin really was now that she was disrobed. Her warms tried to wrap around the girl, one slipped around her waist to clutch at the girl's navel. The other tried to tuck itself under one of her arms, palm seeking out one of Aisha's breasts to claim it with her hand and begin to fondle her bountiful bosom.

"What I got huh?" She lowered her heads to slowly place her lips to Aisha's neck, planting a firm kiss on the side of her neck.  "If you say so." She breathed out heatedly into the woman's neck. If Aisha hadn't stopped her along the way, both her hands would begin to roam over her body, kneading pleasurably at her delicate skin while she continued to place small kisses.