The Hottest Hot Spring! Karen Vs. Rachel

Karen grunted as Rachel grabbed her hands and held them down. The showgirl was struggling hard to keep her head above the water. The heat was starting to get to her now, relaxing in an onsen was great but fighting in one just made her feel uncomfortably hot. Having Rachel's body on top of hers certainly did not help either as Karen could feel every inch of Rachel rubbing and pressing against her body when she twisted and turned.

"Mmm!" Karen moaned when Rachel suddenly sealed her lips with a tight kiss! The green-haired beauty blushed from how forward her opponent was! She kissed back, enjoying the moment for a second, before resuming her struggling.

With how close Rachel was, and how forward her advance seemed, Karen figured she wouldn't be too shy. The showgirl arched her back upwards, aiming to push Rachel back slightly so she could plant her feet properly. It had the added bonus of bringing their breasts together, with Karen's already hard nipples digging in against Rachel's bust. Karen would them buck upwards with her hips, hoping to knock Rachel off her perch so Karen could roll on top!

The takedown was flawless, she held the showgirl tight in her grip and the kiss being well-received was just the icing on the cake, she could’ve stayed like this forever if Karen didn’t fight back of course. The German attempted to apply their weight to keep them docile and complacent but it seemed they weren’t going to cooperate with her wants.

It didn’t seem to take much, with Karen arching her back in and pressing their frames so close together and then the sudden heave to take the throne, Rachel was forced to the bottom, her cyan gaze locked but her body confined.

She begins to struggle, it wasn’t that she didn’t mind the powerplay but she much preferred taking the reigns than being taken. She groans softly, anticipation and anxiousness forcing her lips to part for it, what could the showgirl be thinking? From the looks of it, it could’ve been anything, the gears seemed to be turning in the green haired woman’s head.

The reversal worked quite well, and now Karen was on top of the tall German model. Unlike Rachel, Karen did not lift her body up, keeping her body pressed against Rachel's tightly. She wanted to make sure that her opponent felt every inch of their bodies pressed together in the water, wanting to see what kind of reaction Rachel had to this kind of contact. From Karen's experience, some less experienced fighters would simply be overwhelmed from just that!

"You feel quite nice," Karen said softly so just Rachel could hear, "If you stop struggling, we can start to enjoy ourselves." She pressed her body in tight, body to body, breast to breast. The showgirl's hard nipples were really digging in against Rachel's, trying to press the model's nipples back. Karen leaned in and kissed Rachel this time, reversing their positions from before with her being dominant!

Rachel wasn’t too happy about her throne being taken so easily, it felt like a waste to be locked underneath when she could be on top having her way but that wouldn’t be the case. She didn’t have the room to resist at the moment, with both bodies so close together demanding skin-to-skin contact how could she?

The more she was held like this, the more she wanted Karen, it was a bit unfair to tease the model without any repreive, not to mention the distracting nipples that prodded their way in. Her gaze softens at the woman’s whisper, it was tantilizing but it was also demanding a surrender. ”If you wanted to get to the fun part, why did you struggle?” She’d ask, her lips silenced by the sweet and subtle kiss from the showgirl.

The German was slowly falling for her spell but the space-crazed woman had a few of her own. Her feet plant firmly against the stone floor of the pool, using her elongated legs, she attempt to push herself up hopefully to a standing position where she might be better inclined to counter Karen.

Karen moaned into the kiss, trying to deepen it by holding Rachel tighter and pressing her lips in more. She was about to use her tongue when she felt Rachel pushing upward, not trying to buck her off but rather trying to get up. Karen felt her shoulders rising out of the water as Rachel pushed her up.

Karen decided to disengage her hold and let Rachel get up. She released her hug, then got up and took a few steps back to give Rachel space. It didn't suit Karen to roll around so close to her opponent like that. Her face was flushed from the heat of their body contact already, and she felt like she needed to cool down.

"Alright, come on Rachel," Karen said, holding her hands up to defend, "You want to show me how you have fun?"

The kiss was so indulging to take, Rachel was definitely captivated but she couldn’t let herself be swallowed by it, this was a match and just like anything else she aimed to win. It was promising to see herself back on her feet, Karen of course giving her some space to work with but that was probably because they didn’t want to be within her reach.

The German’s cheeks were flushed with red, it seemed the showgirl wasn’t the only one feeling the heat of their contact and honestly, Rachel only wanted more. The taunt was more than enough for her but she couldn’t just rush in and hope to get lucky, she had to be smart about this.

With her hands raised she began to slowly encircle Karen, a smile spreading across her face as she’d take a slight step in, pivoting her foot to change her direction. ”Don’t worry fräulein, I’ll show you soon enough. By the end of this you’ll be whining for my touch.” she teased.

"I certainly hope so," Karen said, "And you will be begging me too!" The showgirl approached her opponent slowly, hands raised to protect herself in case Rachel attacked. She saw her opponent stepping in, taking a step back to maintain her distance. But Karen wasn't just planning to defend though. She had an attack in mind.

"Hah!" Karen suddenly stepped forward, raising her front leg and throwing a kick at Rachel's inner thigh. Her goal was to stop Rachel's advance with a sharp bit of aggression, so she could step right up close to grab onto Rachel's arms and sling her back into the water!

Oh, she was getting cocky, to which Rachel didn’t mind. She rather enjoyed the playful aspects as much as the aggression. With that taunting grin, she’d open her lips to speak ”Beweisen sie es dann. I’d hate to be kept waiting or to keep someone waitin more like it.” perhaps a bit of her own cockiness was slipping through but she had to focus.

Too late, Karen had been just a step ahead, the kick to her thigh was enough to make her stumble, the ring of pain ran through her body and completely froze the model. A set of hands grab for her arm, she could sense it’s intent and she’d be damned if she let herself be taken advantage of again.

Just before the showgirl could make her move, Rachel would pivot her damaged leg in, it stung a bit to move but she could deal with a bit of pain. If Karen wanted to get aggressive that was fine with her, if she wasn’t met with another counter, she pivot her foot again to strike st the outside of their right thigh. Better to be outside so she could work on the muscle to her leisure.

Karen managed to land her kick, and she was quite sure she would be able to continue her attack on Rachel. However, the model had other plans. She held her ground when Karen pulled on her arm, pivoting on her damaged leg. Rachel's kicked Karen's leg instead, right on her lower thigh, making the showgirl stumble.

"Ah!" Karen gasped, her leg buckling from the kick. But she did not fall, using her grip on Rachel's arms to keep standing. Karen quickly pulled, trying to get back to a firm standing position, while also hoping to unbalance Rachel as well to prevent any immediate counterattack.

The feeling of flesh against honey flesh, reverberates in her mind. She had connected and it seemed to have an effect to a certain degree but Rachel only played herself for not seeing all the flaws in her attack. The moment Laren began to stumble, the German became her foothold and it forced Rachel, to find her footing but of course, on a slippery surface like this, a foothold was hard to come by.

A slight misstep, a sudden rush of panic as she began to fall forward, Rachel gasped rather loudly as her feet were swept from underneath her. Her hands reach out to save herself from any damage but her body came crashing down on top of the showgirl. She doubts they could find a good center on the surface either, especially with her weigh coming down over their frame. Would she find herself on top again? Hopefully but if not she saved herself from what could’ve been a painful knee drop.