Annette Weber vs Ari Nagawa - Naughty and Nice

Would it be an odd thing to say that she loved just touching Ari right now? Feeling her chest press against her own? The way their hips perfectly molded together every second they met?

For a peculiar moment in their intense struggle splashing around in the ring, everything just felt right. Ari’s scent mixed in with the aromatic smell of the seasonal beverage coating their bodies and staining their lips. The taste of sugar on her opponent’s milky, Japanese skin left an impression that made Ann’s mouth water each time her eyes lingered on those perfect curves against her hands, between her legs and rubbing her thighs. Her hips slammed firmly against Ari’s, increasing the friction as a faint blush colored her cheeks. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted her. She couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and sample another taste.

And that seemed to be what Ari was waiting for. The Norwegian felt her arms wrap around her waist and pull her in close as the Japanese wrestler tossed and turned wildly. She threw Ann off balance and in a second rolled her onto her back. Ari reversed the positions in an instant. Impressive, but Ann wasn’t going to just let her have her way. Her legs wrapped around the WAM Queen’s waist and locked at the ankles to scissor her midsection. It was a familiar position from her days with Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, letting her keep some control with the groundwork however slight.

"You're a tricky one."