Hentai Swimsuit Battle! Yvette vs. Sayuri

"Mmmh..." Yvette moaned as her tongue swirled around Sayuri's as they shared a tight and long French kiss. Yvette didn't consider herself the best at kissing, but with the way Sayuri seemed to melt as their lips touched, perhaps she wasn't giving herself enough credit. Or her opponent was really into French kissing, she didn't know.

Sayuri's weak attempts to push Yvette onto her back were easily resisted by the French beauty, who seemed to get stronger as the kiss went on. She pushed up to a fully sitting position, her body pressed up against Sayuri's as they shared their intimate kiss, feeling each other's soft curves through the thin wet fabric of their swimsuits. Yvette could feel Sayuri's hard nipples digging into her. No doubt Sayuri could feel hers as well.

Finally Yvette broke the kiss, pulling her tongue out and leaving a small trail of saliva between their mouths. "That was fun!" Yvette said with a small teasing smile. But it was time to get back into the match!

The French girl's arms suddenly shot up and grabbed onto the most convenient handles, that being Sayuri's breasts. With a sharp push, Yvette hoped to send Sayuri off of her and onto her back, reversing their positions. She would then take the moment to get on top and straddle Sayuri's waist, all the while kneading and playing with her opponent's small chest!

Sayuri would have resisted much harder if she had thought that she would really have a chance to overpower the bigger girl, but from experience she knew that her upper body strength was pathetic, even for the standards of a wrestling beginner. Not that she had invested much time in anything else than actual wrestling moves, and that had now come back and bitten her in the butt as she did not have Barbara with her to compensate for that.

"Oh!"
She yelped while she was put on the back after Yvette had broken the kiss and left her a little breathless in more than one way.
"You know what a fun time is."
She agreed with her opponent while being straddled, struggling while she was also a little bit savoring the girl sitting on her lap. While her feet were sitting their soles on the mat, she made some splashing sounds while she was squirming around on the mat before Yvette pinned her down again by groping her breasts, who had already rock hard nipples under her swimwear.

"Uhn!"
She moaned in both delight and a little bit frustration before he arms would go up in an attempt to knead the breasts of Yvette in response too.
"I will get you soon, so..hnn…enjoy this as a teaser already."

"Ah!" Yvette gasped when Sayuri grabbed her small chest. The tall and slender French girl's breasts, already flattened by her tight swimsuit, were barely enough to fill the palms of Sayuri's small hands. There was still plenty to play with though, especially as Yvette's nipples were rock hard, poking through her swimsuit like little radio knobs. They were incredibly sensitive too, prickled up as they were from the cold water.

Yvette groped and massaged her opponent's breasts lightly, not seeking to cause pain, merely mild discomfort and significant pleasure. She pushed down to keep Sayuri against the mat, while sinking her fingers into the girl's small chest. Yvette thought Sayuri was probably slightly more busty than her, but with swimsuits on it was hard to tell.

Her opponent's hard nipples poking up into her palms gave Yvette a naughty idea. "You'll get your turn ma chérie," Yvette said, " But for now, you'll just have to take this!"

With that, Yvette suddenly transitioned from kneading Sayuri's breasts to pinching her erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger. The French girl let a small bit of her sadistic streak out, giving the nipples a sharp twist and a pull upwards. Pain was pleasure after all, and Yvette planned to inflict a little but of both with her attack!

"Gah!"
With a pained wracked face, Sayuri squirmed under the sudden sadistic attack of her opponent, her upper torso rising in vain to avoid the pain cursing through her sensitive lady part. Her own hands clawed into the breasts of Yvette but more from reflex than from any actual catty instinct.

In an attempt to turn the tide back in her favor, she would then shove her hands with all her power against the bust of the French in an attempt to get her upper body backward so that the legs of Sayuri could sling around it in an attempt to bring Yvette into a sit out position. Of course she would have to pay for that with her nipples getting a last, heavy jot of pain when released from the grip of the other girl, but she simply had to do it.

"Ooohh!" Yvette moaned as Sayuri squeezed her own breasts in response to pinching her nipples, "You don't like this kind of breast play? C'est dommage..."

Yvette was going to continue, as Sayuri's hands weren't groping her so hard that she needed to free her breasts. The French girl was a bit of a painslut, and she could take a lot more than this. She did not try to push Sayuri back down as the girl started to sit up, focusing instead on tweaking her nipples painfully, pulling them from side to side.

"Oh!" Yvette gasped when Sayuri suddenly pushed back hard on her breasts, sending the French girl tumbling off and finally freeing her smaller opponent. Yvette quickly got onto her knees, not wanting Sayuri to get any advantage by getting up faster than her.

"Time for round two?" the French girl asked, Arma outstretched as she moved in on her knees to lock up with Sayuri once more.

Both of her nipples still stung hard, but finally she managed to get the quite touchy Yvette of her body. Although the French had appeared to be a little bit shy at the beginning, maybe Sayuri had read the writings on the wall in a false way? Anyone who was willing to do a nipple twist was certainly not an innocent flower.

And speaking of Yvette, the French was already on her knees again to avoid getting one over. Sayuri had surprised her one with agility, she would be better prepared for something like this she guessed. So instead of getting fast, she would get on her knees too, grinning lightly through the pain on her face.
"Let´s do round two! Time to peel you off your swimming suit, although you look so gorgeous in it..."
She playfully sighed and went into the position for a log in, but would then duck lower and attempt to ram her shoulder into the stomach of the other girl.

"Trust me, I look even better without it," Yvette said, teasing Sayuri with thoughts of her naked body, "Though I wonder which one of us will be naked first, you or me?"

Sayuri seemed excited to start fighting once more, bringing a smile to Yvette's face. The French beauty advanced on her opponent with arms raised, looking to lock in a grapple. Sayuri moved in as well, looking like she was about to accept the challenge. Yvette couldn't help but take a moment to ogle her opponent's body now that they were both soaked through. Sayuri's swimsuit clung so tightly to her small body,l; her nipples were so hard from the rough stimulation Yvette provided. The French girl was eager to find out what Sayuri looked like underneath that opaque fabric.

When she moved to lock up though, Sayuri had other plans in mind. She suddenly ducked low, underneath Yvette's arms, and rammed the French girl in the stomach with her hard shoulder.

"Guh!" Yvette gasped. Caught by surprise, Sayuri knocked some of the wind out of her with that blow. The French girl reeled back, falling onto her butt after the tackle. She reacted quickly though, kicking out both her long legs to try and wrap them around Sayuri's waist.

"Uh, that sounds like a promise and a goal I would like to achieve, see you naked and moaning for more."
The Japanese was having a good time despite knowing that it was a tough hurdle to take as she had basically just freed herself from a sweet load in the form of Yvette.

Not so sweet was the strong legs that had formed a ring around her lower waist. The slippery suit and he water had luckily made her a little squishy, so she figured that she had a little time until her opponent would use a crushing force of legs against her.

Moving her sex against the counterpart of Yvette was the plan, so she would look to stay on her knees until she would attempt to stand up from the guard position of Yvette and then bend forward quickly so that she would basically pin the other girl while her soles were still touching the ground.

"Got you again!" Yvette teased as her legs wrapped around Sayuri's body, pulling the smaller Japanese girl up close and tight. Even though she had control, she knew she was in a disadvantageous position with Sayuri on top of her. Yvette kept her arms in front of her body, not wanting Sayuri to grab at her chest for payback for Yvette's rough breastplay. It also had the effect of preventing Sayuri from pressing her body too tightly on top of Yvette's, giving the French girl's legs enough room to hold on to Sayuri.

The Japanese girl seemed to have other plans in mind though. Sayuri straightened up, lifting Yvette's butt and hips off the mat slightly, before pressing forward, folding Yvette over uncomfortably. Yvette grunted as the pressure on her hips loosened her legs. She was stubborn though, not wanting to let Sayuri off so easily.

Her back sliding against the slippery wet mats gave her an idea. Yvette dropped her guard, planting both palms against the mats, and pushed upwards as hard as she could. Her aim was to use the water to slide backwards out of the folding pin, while keeping her legs locked around Sayuri's waist. Doing so would give her enough room to finally straighten out her long shapely legs and lock in a powerful waist legscissor, which she hoped would wear down Sayuri to the point where Yvette can control her.

Yvette was surely not a stupid girl ,that was something that Sayuri had to give her in any instance. It was far from easy to escape a folded pin, despite the pining girl not being heavy or strong or anything else, but the French girl had worked hard to do it.
"I won´t make that so easy for you. One of us is going to get fucked today anyway, but here in the ring, it will be you…"

The last time, she had fallen into the trap of Yvette. But motion was the known friend of the smaller people, so she would actively go with the motion of her opponent so that she could roll even further and although she would stay in a kind of scissor, she would also look to have Yvette on her belly and sit on her back as if doing a sharp shooter except that the legs of Yvette were not in her hands but around her hips.