Hentai Swimsuit Battle! Yvette vs. Sayuri

Hentai Swimsuit Match

Win by pinning your opponent with a double leg cradle pin after stripping her naked and forcing her to orgasm

With the weather finally getting nice outside, it was time to hit the beach! Now that she was officially a wrestler at AFW, Yvette was very happy to find that if she was booked for a match at AFW's seaside wrestling facilities she would get her entire trip comped, a prospect that immediately enticed her to sign up. Unfortunately for her, as she was still a relative newbie without much draw, she got booked for a slot that was just a bit too early in the year. While the sun was nice, the beach was still just a little too cold for comfort.

Of course, that didn't stop the fans of the AFW from gathering around the ring as they eagerly anticipated the first swimsuit match of the year. The slightly chilly weather was actually a nice treat for them, as the girls often had hard nipples poking out of their swimsuits as they wrestled, which for some members of the crowd was even more erotic than if they were wrestling fully naked. Of course, they were going to get both for this match, as it was a full hentai bout that promised both girls getting naked and at least one of them cumming and humiliated!

Yvette packed several swimsuits for this match. A few were bikinis, others one-pieces, all of which looked very sexy on her slender but shapely frame. Inside the change room she tried several of them on, having trouble deciding which one looked best. Considering the slightly chilly weather, she decided against exposing too much skin from the beginning, settling on a tight one-piece that hugged her figure, accentuating her long legs and showing off her perky butt.

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Yvette shielded her eyes from the sun as she stepped out onto the wooden boards that acted as the ramp to the beach ring. The crowd cheered and whistled as she walked barefoot down the sandy boards. Yvette gave them some appreciative waves, blowing a few kisses at some of the VIPs she recognized from her other job. She rolled into the ring under the bottom ropes, doing a quick circle around the ring while waving at the gathered crowd.

PZZZZT!

"Wah!" Yvette gasped as suddenly the turnbuckle closest to her shot out a jet of freezing cold water! It drenched her front, just barely missing her face and hair. Suddenly Yvette could feel the chill much more closely through the front of her swimsuit. She closed her arms, hugging herself tightly, as she looked around at the culprit. She noticed that many members of the crowd (particularly those VIPs), had small remotes in their hands, and that mounted on each turnbuckle was what looked like the nozzle from a water gun. Yvette scowled at one of the VIPs who was laughing particularly hard (evidently he was the one who squirted water all over her), trying her best to get warm and regain some composure before the start of her match.

Cold. That was the first impression that Sayuri had when she stepped out on the beach from behind the curtain, shortly hugging herself in reflex before she confidently made her way through the crowd, a determined scowl on her face. Feeling the sand under he feet was both squishy and alluring for her, so that her mind wandered off a little bit.

She had left Barbara at home. The newly awakened sexual appetite of her girlfriend after they had together defeated Mio had led to some very, very lewd days. But very good was not good enough for Barbara, who deserved only the best in the eyes of her usually catty, naughty and vindictive Sayuri. So she had quickly agreed for a lewd beach match with a member of another, pretty new tag team with the inclination to gift it to Barbara. And also for a little scouting. Possibly.

As she had reached the ring, she would enter a turnbuckle with a challenging glare on her face. She had seen what had happened to her opponent, and she wanted to profit from it.
Fixating some of the VIPs with triggers, she raised her hands and spread her legs so that she would be pretty exposed and show off her SWIMSUIT in all its glory.

PSSHH!
It only took seconds to let a spray of water shower her from below.
"AAHH! SHOW ME YOUR DEVOTION!"
She yelled out with a big show, her mouth wide open from the sensation while she would raise her hands higher to rub them together in fake delight while on the inside, she was fucking cold frosted and had gotten an instant goose bump from the sudden spray of water!

Finally, she would jump backward with the sure grace of a ring cat that had done this hundred of times before. Glad that the chilling cold between her legs began to ease, her determined scowl began to soften again while she fixated her stunning opponent with desire in the eyes.
"Oh hello. My name is Sayuri."

"C'est très méchant!" Yvette protested as the people in the crowd kept on pressing the spray buttons, blasting her from all sides with cold water. Her suit was totally soaked through at this point, sending chills through her body, goosebumps prickling up all over her skin and nipples hardening into little rocks underneath her tight swimsuit. She finally got a reprieve only when her opponent made her appearance on the entrance ramp. The French girl hugged herself tightly to stay warm as she watched her opponent make her way down to the ring.

From a distance, her opponent actually looked quite a bit like Yvette. Long black hair, a slender figure, roughly the same facial shape and structure. Yvette's glasses had gotten all wet so she couldn't see too clearly. It was only when she got close that Yvette could make out the details. She was pretty, with soft Asiatic features.

Her attitude towards the water blasting was quite different from Yvette's, as the second she entered the ring she reveled in the crowd spraying her and getting her all wet. But since they were closer, Yvette could tell that she was faking her enjoyment. The way Sayuri grit her teeth through the cold was quite apparent.

Not that being cold seemed to damper her spirits at all. Yvette noticed the way she was getting ogled by Sayuri, which made her feel rather uncomfortable. She instinctively wanted to cover up, but resisted as she knew showing weakness would be a bad move. So she instead opened up her arms, puffed her chest up slightly, staring down her opponent.

"Salut! I'm Yvette," she said, "It's a pleasure to face you in the ring today, I hope we have a good match!"

She stepped forward, offering her hand for a quick friendly handshake before the match.

Upon hearing and seizing up her opponent for the day talk, she would stem both of her hands in the hips for the short stare down Yvette seemed to suggest. Sadly she did not have more under her swimsuit than a solid B cup so the French would probably win this direct comparison, but her mood was still good for a reason.
"You´re French! These shrewd people down in the management just know what I like."
She commented the greeting of Yvette with approval in her voice.

Barbara, her tag team partner and girlfriend, was also of French descent and like many women, Sayuri could quickly fall victim to the language of love. Even if she had only a very limited understanding of the language itself. Even when Yvette was telling the people how kind of uncouth they were for spraying her, it sounded kind of cute and sophisticated at once.

She took the handshake, but she would also take a chance and attempt to draw Yvette in for a close body contact, breast to breast.
"Yvette, that name alone sounds lewd in my ears. So can you excite me, Yvette-chan? I sure hope you can."

The tall and slender French girl smiled when Sayuri shook her hand and gave her the compliments. Her opponent had a slender build as well, almost mirroring Yvette in terms of build and looks. That being said, in terms of attitude she was quite a bit more sexually suggestive. The way Sayuri undressed her with her eyes would have normally made her embarrassed, but given that this was to be a sexually charged fight Yvette swallowed her discomfort and instead focused on being lewd.

"Oui! Je suis français," Yvette said, "I'm glad that's to your liking Sayuri, you seem like my type as well."

The French girl moved forward to stand right up close Sayuri, looking down at her with a challenging gaze. Sayuri was a lot shorter than she was, so Yvette was literally towering over her. Though Yvette was rather new to the whole mind games thing, she knew that intimidation was a great way to get into her opponent's head. She just hoped that she was able to pull it off.

"I think I'll do more than just excite you," Yvette said, "You'll be cumming in my hands in no time!"

The French beauty reached up and ran her hand through Sayuri's damp hair, her hands gently brushing up against her ear for just a moment, before Yvette pulled back. She gave her opponent a wink and blew her a small kiss, before backing off and returning to her corner to await the bell.

Sayuri giggled as response wgile mustering Yvette in an attempt to read her determination and experience, holding her head to the side for a moment as she remember something that had happened not too long ago.
"You are already the second French girl telling me that in the last days."
She would leave it to Yvette to decide if said French girl had been able to make her promise come true, but she seemed definitely excited about the thought to give Yvette a try in making her indeed cum.

Going back into her own corner, or at least in the general direction of it as she raised one of her fingers with playfully pleading eyes in a no-no gesture for the trigger happy customers. She was not sure if Yvette was as surly as she seemed to be. Sayuri was the head and brain of barbed wire and prided herself to be a pretty good reader of peoples faces, but she also knew that the prospect of a French opponent could blind her a bit.

Anyway. As soon as the bell would ring, Sayuri would try to do a roll forward with the grace of a floor gymnast to surprise her opponent with an attempt to sling her arms around her ankles to fell her early in the match!

Yvette bounced on her heels a little in her corner to stay warm and keep the blood flowing. The sun was nice, but this cold water spraying everywhere was making things too chilly for comfort. Especially now, as the crowd awaited the beginning of the match, many members were playing with their remotes out of boredom, sending sprays of water all over the ring. Already puddles were starting to form as the surface of the ring became slick and reflective.

"Êtes-vous prêt?" Yvette asked Sayuri if she was ready, "Je viens!" The second the bell rang, she immediately rushed forward, hoping to catch Sayuri unawares, or at least use her forward momentum to drive the girl backwards. Unfortunately for her, she fell right into Sayuri's trap.

"Huh?!" Yvette gasped when her opponent went low, rolling way beneath her guard, and attacked her ankles! The slim French beauty tried to step back, but with Sayuri already grabbing her feet and the slipperyness of the ring, she didn't have any chance. Yvette tumbled backwards, landing with her plush ass right into one of the rapidly forming puddles, sending a splash of cold water up that sprayed both her and Sayuri!

"Oww..." Yvette groaned as she rubbed her butt. That had been a hard landing!

Even tough she was getting splashed with colder water, Sayuri felt really heated up on the inside when she saw how she had been able to fell Yvette with her surprise roll and now had her ankles wrapped with her arms.

In an attempt to capitalize on how close the ankles of her opponent were, she would try to sit on them by hopping a little bit forward so that she would have her hands free to shove Yvette on her back to then feel up the strong legs of the beautiful French girl, an admiring look on her face when her fingers slid over the soft still firm skin.
"Oh Yvette-chan, I will indeed cum right on your face after I have enjoyed your stunning body and sexed you up so much that you will beg me to give you more."
She promised her opponent with sincere intention to make her promise come true.

Yvette tried to move back and get up to her feet, however Sayuri was all over her, quickly moving up and sitting down on her ankles to keep her on the mats. A quick shove pushed Yvette down onto her back. She let out a small gasp as Sayuri felt up her legs, feeling up her strong toned thighs and soft smooth skin. The slickness of the cold water prickled up goosebumps on her skin, however she was getting heated up as well as Sayuri pressed in upon her.

"That's a really naughty thing to say," Yvette said, making it look like Sayuri's forwardness was embarrassing her and making her shy. The light blush on her cheeks made it clear that it wasn't all an act.

But Yvette's head was still in the game. She sat up slightly, propping herself up on one elbow. Her other arm shot out and grabbed Sayuri behind her head. With a tug, Yvette would try to pull Sayuri's head down a bit, while leaning in to lock lips with Sayuri to give her a deep and proper French kiss! She hoped that would distract Sayuri long enough for Yvette to push herself up to a seated position where she could fight better.

All in all, it had been a pretty good start for Sayuri, causing her to follow her instincts to appear as a seemingly generous but still vastly superior diva.

Yvette was only getting up on an elbow, which suggested to Sayuri that she was already pretty rattled and basically unable to escape the greedy hands of the Japanese already. Her lesbian lust for the stunning French was clouding her usually sharp wits additionally, and with the act her opponent was presenting her, the Japanese was easy prey for the tactic of Yvette.
"You´re worth it, so…HMNH?!"
Whatever she wanted to say was drowned by the tongue of the other girl who had all of sudden not only invaded but basically conquered her mouth, much to her visible surprise and astonishment! One of her hands would meekly try to press Yvette down on the floor again, but brute strength had never been her strong suit so they were pretty soon on the same height level again.