Hentai Swimsuit Battle! Yvette vs. Sayuri

Yvette peeked out at Sayuri over the edge of the ring. The Japanese girl rolled in the muddy sand, getting completely covered and ruining her swimsuit. Sayuri seemed a bit confused, looking at her dirty arms instead of getting back up and rejoining the fight. Perhaps she could tell that Yvette wasn't eager to jump out of the ring and join her?

"Looks like you got a little messy Sayuri! " Yvette taunted from inside the ring. She climbed out of the ring as well, slipping underneath the bottom ropes to plant her bare feet in the muddy wet sand. The feeling sent a shiver up her spine.

If Sayuri wasn't getting up to continue their fight, it was up to Yvette to keep on going. The French girl knew that any kind of hentai submission outside of the ring wouldn't count, so she needed to bring Sayuri back inside. She would wade over to Sayuri, reaching down to grab the muddy girl by her messy hair, trying to pull her back to her feet and throw her back into the ring so they could continue.

"Seems so. Luckily it is raining here."
It seemed as if Sayuri was a little bit lethargic at the moment, or rather a little bit slowed in the middle of processing what was happening but her mouth was still running pretty smooth even at this state. So it was pretty easy for Yvette to help her up and throw her into the ring.

But there was it that Sayuri returned to her more usual self, rolled through and sprinted over the wet mat with water spraying up from where her feet were touching the ground for a second, running the rope and then attempt to jump against her opponent in a cannonball.

As Yvette made her way through the mud outside the ring, she realized why Sayuri had been moving so slowly. The water spilling from the ring had turned the sand into a sticky muck that was almost impossible to move quickly in. Though it wasn't as bad as quicksand (so Yvette thought at least) the French girl was sinking into the muck, which had already reached her ankles. She was quite eager as well to get back into the ring where at least she had a good footing.

But once Sayuri was back in the ring, the smaller Japanese girl had other plans. Yvette gasped as Sayuri took off at a run, bouncing off the opposite ropes before Yvette cold even get up onto the ring apron. The French girl couldn't run from her attack as her feet had sunk into the mud, and she didn't have enough room to try and avoid it. The best she could do was cross her arms to protect her face.

"Ooof!" Yvette grunted as Sayuri cannonballed into her body. That knocked her flying backwards, her feet kicking up a spray of sandy mud. She landed hard on her back, dazed from the tackle, her entire body now covered in the mud as well much like Sayuri.

Sayuri was not really sure how hard she had hit her opponent or if it had been her opponent at all and not some unlucky spectator that had ventured too close to the ring for some reason as her world had spun around one and a half time, but at least she had hit something, and it had gone down.

A quick glance around after shacking her head to combat the small dizziness she felt after the move showed her that she had hit the sweet spot and Yvette was the one being down.

Rolling around, she would try to place the arms of Yvette together and them over her head so that she could sit her butt on the elbow joints of her opponent before looking to snake her hands under the swimming suit of the French to knead her breasts with her greedy hands.
"You´re making it tough for me to pleasure you, Yvette-chan. But this time, you won´t escape me!"
Sayuri declared proudly with a sensual note underlying.

Yvette lay dazed in the mud, sayuri's cannonball having landed dead on to smack the French girl down onto her back. She barely fought back as Sayuri manuveoured her arms into position and sat down, pinning them above her head. It was only when Sayuri's naughty hands slid underneath her tight swimsuit to start feeling up her small perky breasts that Yvette began to stir.

"Nngh..." Yvette groaned, her eyes fluttering open. She felt Sayuri groping her breasts directly, gritty sand getting underneath her swimsuit and rubbing right up against her breasts. Despite the rough feeling, it was still quite arousing for the French girl, whose nipples began to harden against Sayuri's palms.

"Tu es très méchant !" Yvette scolded Sayuri, telling her she was a naughty girl. Yvette shifted around, trying to get her arms free, but despite the softness of the sand Sayuri's butt had her arms firmly pinned. The French girl planted her back flat, then kicked up with her long legs. She was aiming to wrap both her sand-covered feet around Sayuri's head, locking her ankles behind the Japanese girl before pushing downwards, aiming to force Sayuri off her perch and drop her face first into the wet sand!

Intentions and the roads they could lead to. She had indeed the best intentions when she had pinned down Yvette and was about to give them both a good time, but the execution was not so easy as she had expected.

Her best laid plan was certainly out of the window when Yvette decided to interfere again, but this time Sayuri was kind of prepared. Her hands were busy with the fondling of the French, so they were out of the game regarding stopping the legs of the other girls. But still they had a vital part in her countermeasure as she would grip on the swimming suit of Yvette with both hands and hope that it would rip and free the breasts of her opponent from her clothing while she herself was hurled through the air for short ride into the muddy, soft sand with a yell of protest.
"Spoilspppooorrttt….!"

Yvette allowed herself a little smile when her long legs wrapped around Sayuri's head. With a great heave, she was able to send the smaller Japanese girl tumbling forwards off her arms and into the messy sand. Unfortunately for Yvette, that stretched her swimsuit beyond its limits, and both shoulder straps snapped at the same time, stinging the French girl's pale skin.

"Ow!" Yvette gasped as two red streaks formed on her shoulders. She sat up, her swimsuit falling down and bunching up right underneath her chest, revealing the French girl's small perky breasts. The crowd let out an appreciative "oooh" as they finally got a clear view of her pale pink nipples. Yvette blushed a bit, but she didn't bother covering up. She expected to be naked by the end of this match anyways, this was just a teaser of what was to come!

She had no time to waste. Yvette dove at Sayuri, trying to grab the girl around the waist and force her facedown into the wet sand. "My turn now!" she said as she tried to hold Sayuri down, one arm squeezing the Japanese girl around her body, while the other hand reached to Sayuri's crotch! Yvette would try to pull the swimsuit aside to reveal Sayuri's pussy and begin rubbing on her sex directly, focusing on teasing the Japanese girl's clit!

Sayuri would have probably enjoyed having Yvette half naked at this point and also have her in distress a little, but when you were lying in the sand this wasn´t so easy to enjoy. Quite the contrary, her opponent made a quick move and turned her around so that if she was a type of meat, she would be breaded from both sides.

"Oh!"
A gasp escaped her mouth when she felt how the French lifted her bathing suit on her most private part after laying her hand around her slim waist. Squirming a little in both delight and an attempt to make it harder for Yvette after spitting out some sand that had snuck into her mouth, finally her hand would look to reach backward to grab the swimsuit of the other girl in an attempt to rub it against her sex to counter her disadvantageous position as good as she could.
"This is so dirty…mmhh…"
She mumbled with growing lewdness.

"Yes, this really is," Yvette said as she tried to keep Sayuri under control, using her slightly larger frame to hold the Japanese girl down as she tried to continue pleasuring her opponent. Her fingers at first only rubbed against Sayuri's sex, tips barely brushing up against her sex lips, but soon Yvette found her position and began probing deeper. The French girl aimed to stick her fingers deep into Sayuri's sex with a single thrust, hoping to surprise Sayuri and pleasure her into submission!

At least, that was the plan, until Sayuri reached down and began tugging at Yvette's swimsuit, rubbing the tight fabric up against the French girl's own hot and bothered pussy! "Oh non !" Yvette gasped as she felt the fabric of her swimsuit riding up, beginning to dig deeper and floss into her sex lips. That made the French girl moan in both pleasure and pain, distracting her from her goal.

"You're being too naughty Sayuri! Just calm down and take it!" Yvette said, deciding to endure the pain and pleasure and continue her assault. She probed with her fingers deep into Sayuri's sex, hoping to surprise the girl enough to make her pause, giving the French girl time to try and shift her crotch out of Sayuri's grasp, while her own fingers reached ever deeper to try and find the girl's g-spot!

"Make me if you want to take me."
Sayuri retorted while she still had a grasp on the fabric of the swimming suit of her French opponent.

Then Yvette probed her much deeper than before, and as expected she quickly lost her focus and was slithering through the sand like a rattlesnake that someone had grasped at the back of her head, with her arms rowing through the sand while her body reacted with pure pleasure to the probing sensation between her legs, cuing lewd mewls to come out of her mouth while she still tried to move forward to make it harder for the other girl to fully pin her in the sand and make her wet pussy cum in probably no time.
"Owwh…Yvette…"
She murmured in appreciation of the dominant woman residing on her body right now.