Marisa and Tasha

Tasha grinned when she was on top of Marisa, and tried to lean down to lock lips with her instead of being pulled down to her chest, hoping to avoid her hands in time to get their lips locked together.

Marisa's hands only succeeded in helping Tasha's ploy, the other woman's lips crushing against her own. The American rose to the occasion, opening her mouth, her tongue looking to twine itself Tasha's.
Her hand reached down to the violet haired girl's rear, first rubbing, then squeezing a firm cheek. Then suddenly, Marisa's hand would come down in a hard slap to Tasha's right butt cheek.

Tasha chuckled playfully as she felt Marisa opening her mouth to entwine tongues with her. She felt Marisa's hand wondering down, and moans a little as her rear was groped, and then gasped as she slapped her cheek.

"Ooh... don't you have guts.." She grinned, breaking the kiss with her, and then reached a hand into her hair, and pulled down to make her look upwards, exposing her neck. She then leaned down and slowly slid her tongue up her neck, and decorated her neck with small gentle smooches.

"Well, you certainly know what you're doing..." Marisa replied.
Releasing Tasha, the blond moved her hand between their bodies, finding Tasha's sex and rubbing it through the suit she wore.
As she stroked Tasha's pussy, she'll try to roll, wanting to put the purple haired wrestler under her.

Tasha smirks. "I don't wear the leathers for nothing, babe..." She said, and gasped slightly as she felt Marisa's hand between her legs, and rolled with Marisa. As soon as she was on her back, she'd try to bring her legs up to entwine with hers, and would try to lock her in a grapevine position on top of her.

"One thing I've found, is that being on top of a woman can either be a very good position to be in.. or a very bad one." She grinned if she got her legs trapped, and would drag her nails down Marisa's rear.

Marisa gave a sharp, excited hiss as Tasha's nails ran down her firm posterior.
"Very true. Your rep as a submission queen made me think you wouldn't know much about erotic wrestling, but I'm pleasantly surprised. But let's bare some skin and see what happens."
The blond's hands came to Tasha's chest, deft fingers working on the buckles to the woman's top, trying to pull it open with startling quickness. If it works, she'll treat the French native's breast to teasing flicks of her talented tongue while an arm braces itself against Tasha's neck to keep her down.

Tasha's top was a bit of a tricky one to get off, secured together by leather straps and belts. She hissed softly as Marisa's nails ran down her smooth rear. When Tasha felt Marisa working on the buckles of her top, she chuckles softly, and reaches her arms down, peeling open the cups that held her breasts.

"This might be easier for you honey." She smiled, wanting to see what she could do, and she was very pleasantly surprised when she leaned down to flick her tongue over her nipples.

"Hk..." She grunts as Marisa rests a forearm against her throat, which causes Tasha to try and grab for that wrist and pull it off her throat.

"Why thank you..." Marisa said as Tasha peeled open her suit.
Tasha's hands seized on the model's forearm and managed to raise it off her throat, but Marisa's mouth continued to work on the dominatrix's right breast, the edge of her teeth catching the nipple between them in a gentle bite as her tongue traced circles around the bit of flesh.
Hoping Tasha would be distracted by the sensual work on her breast, Marisa would try to escape her foe's grapevine, hoping to slide her legs free.

Tasha nods a little as Marisa thanked her, chuckling a little while she pulled her forearm off her throat. As she lifted it up, she let out a shuddering gasp at the wonderous ministrations Marisa was working on her right breast. "Oooh! Ooh honey..." She cooed, but ended up losing the grip on the grapevine.

When that happened, she'd try to roll Marisa over by grabbing at her shoulders, and trying to roll on top of her.

"Trying your hand at being on top?" Marisa queried as she was rolled over.
The platinum haired woman was confident that she would be able to get at Tasha, even from her position on the bottom.
Her legs scissored around Tasha's waist, her heels digging into the firm curves of the violet haired woman's rear. Her hands closed on the orbs of Tasha's breasts, squeezing firmly as she tried to continue the work her mouth had started.