Leah Shaw vs Astolfo Cambarga - Standard Hentai Match

Leah bucked a bit with Astolfo's kicking, though it didn't do much in the way of dislodging her. While she wasn't smothering him quite as effectively now that she wasn't hugging his face to her chest, she still managed to cover him almost completely. She held tight to his arms, making sure to use her leverage to keep him pinned firm. As his struggling seemed to weaken, she playfully gave a small jiggle of her bosom in his face before grinding her chest down over him.

"That's right... Just relax a bit more, then I can have all the fun I want with you." She giggled sweetly. Unless he had another trick up his sleeve, she seemed to have him in a rather convincingly trapped. Leah had no intention on Lessing up, not until she left her opponent nice and drained. He hadn't wanted to get frisky at all while he was able, so she was going to have to improvise by softening him up before she could get to work. It helped he was so small, against a larger opponent she might not have been able to overpower them like this.

"Soon you'll be all mine... Doesn't that sound great?" She lowered her head with a smile, planting a soft kiss on the top of Astolfo's head. Aside from that early match close call with his sleeper hold on her, she thought she had been performing rather well this match. If this all kept up, she would be well on her way to her first hentai match victory. How exciting!

The pink hair wrestler was getting weaker and weaker as each moment went by. He needed to act right away or else he would be out of the match early on but that was far easier said than done. He could hear the words coming out of his opponent but could only give a muffled response. There was one trick that came to his mind, play dead or in this case passed out. He would let his entire body go numb and would not react when he was kissed on the forehead. Hopefully, his trick would work and he could catch Leah off guard and perform some kind of counter attack.

As the seconds ticked on she could swear she could feel him fading. She giggled softly as he tried to speak or yell, the muffled vibrations against her breasts were actually tickled a little. She gave a small wiggle in response, hunkering down on top of Astolfo’s face without mercy. It hadn't been too much longer when he had simply stopped trying to free himself. Either too tired, to enamored, or possibly he had even passed out.

She waited a few second more, quietly asking. “Is that it?” She wasn't sure why she waited a moment for a response, but when she got nothing she slowly pushed herself up, trying to lean back to sit back on his midsection, taking a moment to relish in what she assumed was a victory. With him down and out after all, she could have free rain of him.

If he hadn't stopped playing possum by now, she would lean back down, getting closer to him as she tried to reach around behind him to start trying to tug off his bikini top.

Astolfo was now playing dead while under his opponent chest, he needed to trick her and quickly otherwise he would truly pass out. Though after a few moments, it seemed his tactic had worked as his opponent then asked if that was it and started to get up. He would feel her weight now switch to his midsection. He then felt his opponent trying to tug his bikini top.

“Surprise!” stated Astolfo as he would then spring into action. He would suddenly try to grab his opponent top and attempt to pull it off, wanting to give his opponent an ironic punishment. He was hoping the surprise would stop his opponent in her tracks as he was now focused purely on offense and not defending himself from having his top pulled off.

Leaning over Astolfo, she was none the wiser of his masterful plot. Young and naive, she had thought he was out like a light and was prepared to strip him down and give him a please tell wake-up call. When the trap was sprung, she jolted back with a squeal. Astolfo’s finger curling over the lip of her too tugged it towards himself as she reeled back. His earlier work to remove her top left it loose enough it was pulled clean off in the confusion.

She yelped in surprise, her first gut reaction was to throw her arms across her chest to cover her naked breasts. Her face turned bright red as she squinted down at Astolfo. “You…. You tricky… person you!” It seemed as if she had wanted to call him something a bit more aggressive, but she really didn't have the heart to throw out a terrible name or a swear at him.

She kept her arms over her chest, shuffling up onto her knees before she dropped her weight on Astolfo’s stomach, trying to knock the air out of him with a booty bounce. “I can't believe you did that! I was suppose to do that first!”

Astolfo trap worked better than he had planned, when he attacked his opponent she was taken totally off guard and as a result was stripped of her top. A smirk would appear on his face as he saw the bountiful chest of his opponent before she then covered it up and called him a tricky person. “Mhm, I really am a tricky one but that is what makes these matches so much fun, besides this is a hentai match, I am supposed to strip you down.” stated the pink hair wrestler as he then gave a wink and would get ready to push himself up.

Just as he started to push himself up and was about to make a witty retort, he would be hit with a booty bounce, causing him to gasp for air. This would leave him stunned for a second, allowing his opponent some revenge if she was fast enough.

She knew it was likely to happen eventually, after all it was all part of the match. She was a bit upset by the fact her foe had managed to get the better of her, not only by successfully playing dead, but removing one half of her swimwear. It was slightly gratifying to sit herself out on his stomach though.

Reluctantly, she lowered her arms, reaching out to take hold of Astolfo’s shoulders. She couldn't stay covered up forever even if she tried. It was an odd sensation, being without the usual support of a top. Even when she went without a bra, she always had at least a T-shirt there to provide some resistance.

She gave a firm tug at his shoulders as she stood herself up, trying to bring him up along with her. “Don't celebrate too soon, it hasn't even begun!” Leah attempted to hook an arm around his neck, flexing hard to keep his head pressed to her side. Reaching down his body, she went to grab hold of his bikini bottom, giving it a hard jerk as she would try to swing him up into the air. Holding him aloft to showcase her strength before falling back to the mat in a big delayed vertical suplex.

Astolfo would be placed back on his feet as he attempted to gasp for some air, still feeling the effects of having his opponent sit on his stomach. As he started to inhale, he would be placed in a headlock before his opponent grabbed his bikini and lifted him up into the air. “Gahh!” stated the pink hair wrestler as all the blood started to rush into his head. He was honestly surprised that Leah was able to perform such a feat of strength.

It would be a few seconds before he was brought back down to the ground, smashing into the canvas. “Ahhh…” stated Astolfo as he moaned in pain. Right now everything was spinning in front of him, the sudden blood rushed to his head and then going straight to the ground proved to be a bit too much for him to handle a the moment.

Once she had Astolfo lifted up in the air, she knew she had him. Getting him vertical at just the right angle was the hard point, keeping him there was a matter of balance. At first there hadn't been a reaction, but as seconds ticked by and the crowd saw how she was able to keep her foe suspended it started a chain reaction of cheers, some even counting out the seconds.

With a small hop she brought her pink haired adversary crashing down with the devastating move, the crowd chanting for her to do it one more time. She pushed herself up, hooking her arms under Astolfo to drag him up with her. The boy seemed out of it, almost limp as she had to really work tonl try to get him up. She had another move in mind however. Once she hit one more big move, she could get back to the whole point of this match and have her way with him likely unopposed.

She stood tall, parting her legs as she attempted to shove his head down between them, arms wrapping around his waist. She pressed up close, bare chest weighing along his back as she tried to straighten him up enough for what she had planned. With a mighty cry, she attempted to hoist Astolfo up, flipping him up onto her shoulders are with her head between his legs. If he was unable to resist, she would yank up on the side of his bikini bottoms, raising him up off her shoulders even higher before falling forward to powerbomb her foe into oblivion on the canvas.

Astolfo was down on the ground groaning in pain, his head feeling like it was spinning while his back felt like it was on fire. He needed some time to recover so that he could get back into the match. Yet it seemed his opponent would give him no respite, as his opponent hooked her arms around him and forced him back onto his feet. His head would then be placed in between his opponent's legs before suddenly being lifted on top of the female wrestler shoulder.

Before he could react, he would then be raised even further before than being powerbomb right into the middle of the ring. No sounds would come out of the pink hair wrestler as he simply laid out in an eagle spread formation, with the only signs of life coming from him was his inhale and exhale. After taking two brutal moves, it didn't seem that the male wrestler had much fight left in him.