Hentai Swimsuit Battle! Yvette vs. Sayuri

It was quite a hot sight to the crowd, watching two beauties start tribbing each other in the muddy sand. The face that they still had their swimsuits on, with the crotches pulled to the side so they could get at each other's pussies directly, was even more hot to witness. The crowd was evenly divided, with half cheering Yvette and hoping she would win, and the other half wanting to see Sayuri make the French girl cream herself. With the cheers of the crowd buying her up, Yvette knew she couldn't disappoint!

As Sayuri grabbed her wrist, Yvette grabbed Sayuri's leg, forcefully pulling herself in closer and tribbing Sayuri's pussy as closely as she could. She bit her lips to keep from crying out in pleasure as she pressed in, rubbing pussy lips against pussy lips and clit against clit. Her own sex nub was fully erect, all hot and swollen already from Sayuri's tongue treatment, eager to challenge her opponent's for dominance.

As Yvette pressed in, she swiveled her hips, making sure her clit attacked her opponent's with a corkscrew motion. "How's my pussy feeling Sayuri? Yours feels fantastic!" Yvette said, "I can't wait to feel you cum all over me!" The French girl tightened her glutes, pressing in hard with each push to drive Sayuri wild!

"You wish! But your pussy is as your language, smooth to the senses and sensual."
That she could only actually hardly wait herself to cum all over Yvette was none of the business of her sexy French adversary. But it was only the half way truth anyway as she intended not to be the one to cum first but just after she finally had made her opponent submit to both her will and her pussy.

There was actually little room to move as Yvette made their meeting as tight as possible, she the tightening grip against the wrist of the French would quickly show anyone watching how eager, excited and nearly bewitched she was from this happening. Getting corkscrewed felt wonderful, so she would just copy the motion but in the opposite direction.

Contrary to Yvette, Sayuri had no intend to show her feelings, gasping and moaning at her hearth´s content. The French knew that she wanted her badly at this point, so she saw not much reason to hide it. Maybe it would turn her opponent on and make her weaker, maybe it would strengthen her resolve and work against her. Who knew? But she would soon find out anyway.

Sayuri really had a thing for French it seemed. Yvette wondered who her partner was, to have this girl so enamoured with everything French. She resolved to meet this person after the match, no matter how it turned out. Hopefully she would be walking out the victor, as given the way Sayuri treated her Yvette believed that if she lost, Sayuri and her partner might just use her as a toy and double team her!

"Ahhh! Y-you're good at this!" Yvette gasped when Sayuri met her twisting motion with a twist of her own in the opposite direction. Their clits began jousting, duelling for dominance as neither girl backed down from their sexual deadlock. At least Sayuri was gasping and moaning in pleasure as well, showing how much she was enjoying it. Perhaps she was getting into it a bit too much, Yvette thought, as she heard the sounds Sayuri made.

The French girl decided it was time to take control of this duel. She pushed up with her arms, aiming to get to a seated position where she could properly mount Sayuri. If she is successful, Yvette would grab one of Sayuri's leg with her hands and push it upwards until she forced the smaller Japanese girl to practically do the splits, fully opening up her sex to Yvette's attacks. The whole time Yvette would be humping Sayuri's pussy with abandon, trying to drive her clit back by increasing the pressure, forcing Sayuri to moan ever louder as she got driven closer and closer to release!

It was indeed a pretty heavy burden for Sayuri that Yvette was French. Not that it would have been very hard to begin with to boss her around in a battle where brawn was more important than brain just like right now when her opponent once again took control of the battle and basically moved her into a position where she could not trib much back against the bigger girl.
"Hah…Hah!"
She gasped when she felt the full impact of the womanhood of Yvette pressing against her own very slick one, and her back moved in the sand like a rattlesnake that was moving nowhere.

For a moment she was entertaining the thought to just let Yvette ride her, but then she felt that if the French was not fighting her on equal terms, she also would not. He smaller size did not just come with a smaller size and little strength, it also had allowed her to gain flexibility so that she was till able to move one of her hands to the sex of Yvette and rub her thumb against it wherever it would be available to her.

Having taken the dominant position, Yvette began humping Sayuri's with abandon, using her leverage to press down harder upon the smaller girl and grind their sexes ever tighter as she tried to bring her opponent to orgasm. She could tell Sayuri was desperate, as the smaller girl had trouble fighting back, even resorting to using her hand to try and get a few extra flicks in on Yvette's pussy. That wouldn't do, the French girl thought.

"No hands Sayuri," Yvette admonished, taking one hand off of Sayuri's leg to grab the offending hand and pin it to the side, "Fight me woman to woman!"

To punctuate this, Yvette rammed her pussy in rapidly several times, the smack of their sexes and clits against each other loud enough to be heard over the cheers of the crowd. Yvette intended to win this round with her total domination, so she pushed forward to what she believed to be the inevitable finish. She was certainly feeling it in her pussy, each smack sending a jolt of pleasure that built up more and more within her body. She had no doubt Sayuri felt the same.

"Cum for me Sayuri!" Yvette demanded, "You like French girls? Then cum at the hands of one!"

"Mounts me and then tells me to fight fair."
Despite her precarious situation, Sayuri could not rightfully complain much because she had already cheated once, but it was so much fun for the downed Japanese to exchange witty banter with the bigger girl.

And then there was the vague idea that already became much clearer with every thrust that Yvette rocked her world with, especially after she had already pinned one of her arms to the side which turned her on even more . Still, occasionally she would buck or grind back against the aggressive and invasive sex that clouded her senses more and more, and anyone who had already spend a night with Sayuri know that the sultry smile on her face and the sudden freezes of any motion with a bend of her chest in a random direction signaled that she was close to cum any second now. But one detail was missing. Slowly her free hand would move forward and mimic the work of her already pinned hand.
"Make…me...."
She hushed, bucking back in defiance at the same time.

Yvette let out small pants as she continued to hump Sayuri's sex. The Japanese girl was close, she could barely even speak properly anymore, and her return attacks were coming in irregularly and with longer and loger gaps. Yvette knew she was on the cups of orgasm, redoublung her efforts and grinding down harder with each smack of their pussies. The French girl didn't even notice Sayuri's other hand trying to flick at her own sex, she was too lost in pleasure as well, trying to drive herself up to orgasm using Sayuri's body to notice such a small interference.

"You want me to make you?" Yvette gasped, "Alright I will!"

The French girl pushed on Sayuri's leg, spreading her legs even wider. The smaller Japanese girl was practically doing the splits at this point. Yvette ground down at the core of Sayuri's pussy, using her clit to drive into the smaller Japanese girl's clit, trying to bend it back into its sex hood. Their lower lips ground together in a messy and wet kiss, juices spraying everywhere with each smack.

"Don't hold back! I'm gonna cum too! " Yvette declared, her back arching as she ground down fiercely one last time to drive both herself and Sayuri into orgasnmic bliss!

It wasn´t much defiance in her anymore when Yvette swooped in for the kill, her legs becoming much more easy to handle despite the pain and strain that mixed with the immense pleasure that was running through her whole system now.

"Oh yes…take me Yvette…"
She finally wailed while her womanhood was already busily exchanging fluids with the counterpart of the French girl. Her hands clawed in and with the sand as if they were the excavators. Her back would arch up and show her modest swimsuit clad breasts to the world while her head would sling back and forth, whirling u the sand to make the hair of the Japanese look drenched, sweaty and messy with the covering sand.
"Hah…AAhH!....UAHH!"
Her pants and wheezes finally turned into a short pitched scream while her head finally stood still and dug itself a little bit deeper in the sand, leaving her in a state of total bliss while her body lost all control and finally found a release in a remorseless climax devoid of all restrain.

"NHYAAAAAHHHH!" Yvette squealed arching her back as she came hard all over Sayuri's pussy. Her back arched from the pleasure, entire body tensing up as she ground her pussy down ferociously upon Sayuri's sex. The Japanese girl came too, her pussy colliding with Yvette's in ecstasy, their wetness combining as both girls squirted all over each other. Yvette's mind went blank for a moment as she basked in the pleasure of her release.

The French girl felt the aftershocks of her orgasm for several seconds, her body twitching as her muscles relaxed and her mind descended from its orgasnmic height. She let Sayuri's leg drop, her body slumping over the smaller Japanese girl as she lay down on top of her opponent. Yvette leaned in and kissed Sayuri's neck and cheek, before going in for a longer kiss on her lips.

"That felt really good," Yvette said as she cuddled Sayuri. It wasn't just for the purposes of pleasure though, as the French girl pressed her body down, showing her domination of Sayuri by using her weight to hold the exhausted Japanese girl on her back in the muddy sand!

Exhausted and happy, Sayuri was rather easy to pin down again by the sheer body weight of Yvette, smiling happily and with closed eyes while she was kissed on both neck and cheek before she felt how her lips were sealed so that her nostrils had to do the job of breathing for a while which lead to a little snorting noise then and when.

Meanwhile her hands would try to gently wrap her arms around the French girl in the coddle while her legs would try to do the same, her bottom still moving slightly from left to right on the search for the last afterglow of heir sweaty and messy meeting.
"Totally worth the sand I now feel everywhere."
She finally replied after hearing the words of Yvette, a slightly impish impression on her face now.