Yuto vs Sophia - Hentai Match

Yuto grunted as his head was pushed to the mat by Sophia's boot, his features then pressed against the leather sole. With no other sensible option available, he kissed her boot some more, moving his lips from the bottom part of the sole and progressed further up. If the woman wasn't satisfied yet, then it'd mean that he'd make a return trip back to the bottom.

With each kisses he felt a mixed sensation. There was humiliation, the feeling of kissing his pride, or whatever remained of it goodbye and let them be trampled by Sophia's boot made him shivered. And yet, there's a growing sense of excitement as well, whether he wanted to admit it or not. The feeling of being helpless, being broken by a powerful woman, it was something that's been growing on him in his career, and with each match he took it only made the conviction stronger...

Sophia bit her lip and pressed her boot down an inch closer to his face, making the most of those loving lips Yuto all too helpfully bequeathed for his superior. She loved his attention, but craved the energy he gave in every peck and subtle turn of his head. As if he could deny the pleasure of being beneath her heel. This is where toys like him belonged, this is where they thrived.

The Russian reached to the zipper dangling beneath the curve of her breasts and slowly pulled down to peel away the fabric clinging to her midriff, exposing the rest of her taut body until the zipper finally unclasped. The underside of her pert breasts peeked between the open valley and the solid core etched just below. The slow, sensual reveal earned more than a fair share of hollering and appraisal from those in the stands, but the ex-soldier paid them little mind. There was only one person this body was meant for.

Sophia removed her foot and reached down, grasping a rough handful of Yuto’s hair and forcing him up onto his knees in front of her. She slammed his face against his abs, toned and hewed with a faint definition that clearly didn’t come from any gym. She kept Yuto there and didn’t say a word. If he was smart, she wouldn’t have to say anything. If.

Sophia removed her boot from his face, but it didn't seem like it was the end of Yuto's predicament. The woman pulled him onto his knees... and slammed his face against her abs, causing her to wince slightly. There wasn't any follow up, and it took a moment for the boy to figure out what he's supposed to do.

He began to kiss on the abs timidly. If there wasn't any punishment that came his way, then the smooched would become firmer as it'd confirm what was required of him. Yuto had to admit, Sophia's body was very well built. It's no wonder she could easily manhandle him to her heart content. A part of him could only wish he could be half as buff as her. Maybe it'd change the direction of his career a little...

“Aren’t you eager.” Sophia sighed heavily and pressed Yuto closer to her abs. She could feel the timidity he began with slowly taper away as he became more dutiful in his approach, more excited as he wet her toned core. It wasn’t only soothing physically, but for the mind as well. The Russian felt his submission in every peck of his lips and rapacious breath hungry for another taste.

He was nothing, and that was just the way she loved it.

Sophia rewarded him further. With her free hand, she reached down and took his hand in her own and raised it from his side, slipping it underneath her jacket to grasp a handful of her warm, firm mound just beneath the surface. She kept her grip there a moment longer, implying what she desired from him before she finally released and let her slender fingers slide down the length of his arm. Her touch traced a line to his cheek and under his chin, raising his eyes to meet her the sole amethyst gem left upon her own visage.

“Tell me how much you love it.”

Yuto felt his hand being taken by Sophia, who placed it underneath her jacket, on her mound. He felt his face warming up from feeling the woman's chest, and after his arm was let go, he'd start kneading on the orb gently. Like his kissing, the hand started timidly, but gradually finding itself squeezing eagerly as if it was being sucked by the mound.

He couldn't care less about how silly he might look right now, he just felt delighted to be able to feel Sophia's divine body. As their eyes met, Yuto gazed submissively at Sophia. He felt like he could shrink just from starting into the amethyst pair, and yet he didn't dare to look away.

"I-I love it, Sophia-sama..." the boy began. "Y-your abs are so toned... so powerful... and your uh, breast... it felt so nice... my hand feels like it's being sucked..."

He could feel himself shivering slightly from his confession. There's excitement in worshiping such a divine figure, a feeling that made him somewhat glad to be roughed up by her to get to this point. The thought made him felt rather awkward, but seeing Sophia's eyes seemed to dispel his doubt gradually. He's meant to be toyed around by her, and if she wished, he could get a little reward like this from time to time.

It's such a wonderful feeling to have.

Sophia moaned. Rather abruptly, one might think. She’d barely batted an eye throughout the entire treatment and Yuto hadn’t moved so much as an inch beneath her gaze. But it was the words that did it for her. It was the way it was said more than anything else he could offer. That amenable tone that kissed her ears sent a shiver down her spine and cold goosebumps across her skin. The Japanese boy’s touch electrified at the tip.

A tongue ran across the Russian’s lips. It was far from a satisfying answer, but it was more than sufficient to begin the salvation in her mouth and the burning sensation between her loins. Thankfully, she’d found just the toy to help her with that.

Her hand reached down to unbutton the restraint on her pants before moving to the zipper just below, slowly peeling it down to reveal the peek of black fabric panties beneath. “Then you will cherish this.”

The ex-soldier’s strong arms reached out and wrapped around the back of Yuto’s head, pulling him close as she stepped over and clamped her legs around his skull. Her swelling biceps pulsed and deepened as she smothered the boy’s face in her crotch, using each of those frail and worthless features to satisfy her aching pussy. The night had been long and her reward was due.

"Mmmpphh...?!" Yuto yelped as he was pulled closer towards Sophia's crotch.

Feeling the woman's pantie clad womanhood being pressed against his features while her legs clamping his head made him struggle briefly, but it didn't take too long for the boy to remember that resistance was futile. Gradually he's calming down and began to savor the sensation of Sophia's crotch against his face instead, and soon enough, his lips began to pepper the woman's nether region with kisses.

"Nnghh... mmmhh..."

Unsatisfactory. Sophia was getting only a taste of what she really needed from her toy. Yes, he was responding rather favorably to the treatment. His will was exactly in the state where she desired it to be, broken and beneath her heel, bending to her touch. But that didn’t change the irrefutable fact that he was weak and useless. And that went beyond mere physical strength.

Limp strokes, dull movements, no resistance.

“You have this too easy.” Sophia clamped her thighs harder around the Japanese boy’s head, bringing more pressure to bear. She pulled him in tighter, pressing him even further into her crotch and began grinding mercilessly into him. She rolled her head against the sensations, his moans and smothered breaths. She lowered her head, tensing her face, putting in more effort. And she expected more from her lesser.

“Harder.” Her voice growled, turning her already thick accent into something more feral. “Or I will break your neck.”

Yuto groaned as Sophia squeezed him harder, demanding that he put more effort in his servicing. He didn't need to be told twice to start kissing and licking on the covered crotch more attentively. Firmer smooches followed by ravenous lapping, his own breathing brushing the nether region of the woman. There was desperation to please her as if his life was depending on it, in quite a literal sense.

"Hhnnggg...!"

Sophia let out a grunt. A few moans. Something between a gasp and pure guttural frustration. She was close, so damn close and not able to get anywhere near close enough to make it last. It was beyond obvious that Yuto’s expertise was founded solely in the submissive role. He had no idea how to pleasure a real woman of his own accord. A valiant effort didn’t make it any less pathetic.

“Fucking useless.” The Russian tucked Yuto’s head close and suddenly dropped to her knees, slamming the back of his head into the canvas. He didn’t have time to recover. Immediately her hips moved, grinding against his face. She lowered her head, closed her eyes, her face tensed. Everything from the desperate movements of her lithe body to her hardened expression made her appear as though she were looking for something. And she was so nearly close to getting it.

She took her bottom lip between her teeth.