Hentai Swimsuit Battle! Yvette vs. Sayuri

As Yvette tried to push up and worm her way out of the pin, she felt Sayuri moving along with her, pressing forwards more and more as the French girl tried harder and harder to worm her way out. The water wasn't helping nearly as much as she hoped, as Yvette found that instead of sliding back like she was hoping, she was being held in place by Sayuri's weight. At least she still had her legs around Sayuri's body, maintaining some semblance of control in her situation.

But then that all changed in an instant. Suddenly Yvette found herself flipping over, her legs pushed all the way over her head. Knowing that she was in a bad position, but still too stubborn to release her legs, Yvette instead squirmed until she popped her head out, winding up on her chest instead of her back, with Sayuri now behind her. She still stubbornly held on to the waistscissor though, pushing downwards as hard as she could with her legs to keep Sayuri from being able to comfortably sit back.

That was a mistake though, as now Sayuri was on top in the dominant position. Yvette gasped as Sayuri planted her knees and began pulling backwards, bending Yvette's back painfully. The French girl was relatively flexible, but this was not something she regularly trained. Realizing she could be trapped in a nasty submission hold, Yvette released her body scissor, trying to plant her legs and push her way out from underneath Sayuri. But would her opponent let her get away?

Now as she was on top, Sayuri felt even better than before. Yvette finally released her quite painful submission hold, but she did not seem as if she just wanted to take it despite the eagerness of the smaller girl of Barb Wire. The Japanese also knew that she was small and relatively light so she would have a hard time to ensnare the bigger girl with a submission, at least so early in the match.
"You are very alluring from this point of view, Yvette. I can´t wait to have you."
She declared in a sultry yet also a quite pained voice hailing from the newly released hold of her opponent.

Therefore she was not too surprised when Yvette finally made an attempt to get away from her, and she basically had an idea for it. Instead of attempting to sandbag and slow Yvette, she would try to make herself into a backpack for the French with her showing into the direction of the feet of the other girl. Then she would try to sling her legs around her when she would get up on her knees at least in an attempt to scuttle away so that she would have her hands free to rub over the inner tights and the womanhood of Yvette.

Yvette tried to get out quickly from underneath Sayuri, not wanting to get caught in a submission hold. Her opponent, while small, was in the perfect position to lock in some kind of hold on Yvette's long legs. The French girl had to move quickly to try and break free.

However, it seemed that Sayuri had other plans. Instead of sitting down on Yvette's back, she turned around and lay on top, putting her full weight down on the French girl. Yvette wasn't particularly strong, so the extra hundred-is pounds was nearly enough to squash her flat. But she pushed through it, forcing herself onto her hands and knees, making Sayuri slide off behind her.

"Oh! Tu es très méchant !" Yvette scolded when she felt Sayuri's hands rubbing all along the back of her thighs and even tease her tightly-covered sex. Yvette quickly put some distance between them, face blushing a little from being teased. She would try to get back up onto her knees to face Sayuri for the next round of their bout.

"You already look a little bit flustered, Yvette. Everything alright? My hand wasn´t even feeling the best parts. Although it´s already wet, this is not the wetness I felt right beween your legs."
The Japanese had a lewd smile on her face while she licked over the hand that had teased the French only seconds before to show her opponent that she was better prepared to ex her up the next time. She had used the time in which Yvette had scrambled away and gone up on her legs and was now in a crouching position.

Then she would get rolling again, jumping against Yvette in an attempt to sling her arm around the neck of the French for a basement blockbuster.

The way Sayuri teased her after touching her so sensually made Yvette blush some more. The French girl puffed up her cheeks, a little mad and embarrassed. "I didn't expect you to be so naughty Sayuri, bad girl like you need to be punished!" the French girl said, her voice taking on a teasing tone.

As Yvette turned around to face Sayuri, she was not prepared to see her opponent already coming at her from a crouch! "Oh!" Yvette gasped as Sayuri was already on top of her before she was ready. The Japanese girl's slender arm looped around Yvette's neck, taking her down onto her back.

"Wahh!" the French girl cried as she landed hard on her back with a splash. She was stunned after that fall, rubbing her head a little as she tried to get to her senses and defend herself against Sayuri.

Now if that had not worked as intended! Sitting for a longer moment on her lycra-covered butt in the rain falling down on her in a strangely pleasant type for her, a deeply satisfied smile swept up on her face.

"I felt up your sex already, so I guess it is only fair if you have the same privilege, Yvette. You will in fact be even a little bit closer to the goods than I was, you lucky chick! Punish me by pleasuring me."
Turing around while starting her little monologue, she would look to cross the arms Yvette over her head before sitting down on the face of the French girl with her own bottom.

Yvette lay stunned for a moment in the puddle of water, blinking to try and clear her eyes from the spray falling down on her face. It felt like she was wrestling in a thunderstorm with how much water was coming down over the ring. The water jets on each turnbuckle were working overtime as people in the crowd held down the spray button instead of tapping them, keeping them on to completely drench the two swimsuit-clad fighters. It made it very far for Yvette to get her bearings after her fall.

Then her vision got completely dominated by a round, perky, swimsuit-clad ass. "Wait-" Yvette began to say before her voice got cut off by Sayuri sitting on her face! The French girl made muffled sounds of protest as Sayuri planted her barely-covered sex right over her mouth, demanding that Yvette pleasure her. Yvette wanted to protest at first, but then realized her opponent presented her with quite the opportunity.

So Yvette would give in to Sayuri's demand, her tongue coming out and licking the outside of the Japanese girl's spandex swimsuit. She would focus especially on Sayuri's clit, which was practically unprotected despite the thin fabric covering her crotch. Yvette would continue until Sayuri began to lose herself in the pleasure, then she would strike back. The French girl had planted her feet flat and curled her legs, waiting for the right moment to buck upwards and send Sayuri off her head, throwing her towards the edge of the ring!

Now the good times seemed to start for the smaller half of Barb Wire. After some initial protest, Yvette seemed to give in to her demand and began to pleasure her with her tongue while the Japanese could soak in all the movements of the other girl, all under her control but still able to move something, do something.

In other circumstances, Sayuri would have probably been more level headed and have realized that she was walking on a dangerous road, but right now she just wanted to have this girl pacified and ripe for the picking. And what could there be a better start than this!

"Whoa!!"
So she was pretty baffled when in a burst of power, Yvette freed herself from her duties and threw the greedy Sayuri off her, right to the edge of the ring. One of her arms slid a little outward and was instantly coming back muddied as the sand of the outside had already wettened and softened into more of a mud than actual sand.

Thankfully Sayuri was relatively light, otherwise the French girl would have had a lot more trouble bucking her off. Yvette quickly flipped over, getting ready to get up quickly in order to meet Sayuri's next attack. What she didn't expect was for her opponent to slide straight out of the ring, the slick wet ring mats acting like a waterslide that sent Sayuri right to the edge, where it seemed the sand had turned into a pit of mud. That gave Yvette a rather naughty idea.

The French girl pounced from her crouched position, her powerful legs kicking forward as she dove into a slide across the wet mats as well. She aimed herself right at her opponent, sliding rapidly across the mats as she tried to tackle her opponent with her shoulder to knock her out of the ring and into the mud!

"Hope you like getting messy!" Yvette said. She fully intended to stay clean though, hoping that by tackling Sayuri out into the mud it would dampen her opponent's fighting spirit.

The Japanese was in the process of getting up from being rather roughly unseated of her beautiful throne, but the waterslide she had been subjected too was kind of slowing her down. Not much, but enough to slide and tumble out of the ring, right under the third rope and straight into the muddy sand!

The people watching were cajoling and cheering as they sensed that this was indeed getting not only wet but also messy by the action of Yvette.
"Ugh. Not the messy stuff I expected."
Sayuri grunted when she was breaded in sand as she rolled a little bit further from the impact. This was so unusual that she looked at her arms instead of getting up early and musing over the situation instead.