Breast Bombardment: Apartment Catfight - Yasuda Etsuko(D) vs Ailinn Byrne

A headbutt to the chest would have been a painful experience for any woman, let alone a woman like Ailinn whose bosom was already of admirable size. Too bad Yasuda wasn't able to give it her all in the headbutt, well not from this position at least. Laid back, with a larger women on top of her, and not much room to send her head swinging all meant that her headbutt didn't have nearly enough power to cause any significant damage to her opponent. it startled her, sure, even caused her to give a brief yelp of pain before regaining her composure. Yasuda thought she had her right then, she really did, but Ailinn's recovery was just to quick and collected for her to take advantage of the brief lapse in her defenses.

As expected, her little outburst of defiance wasn't met too kindly by her opponent. Instead she let out a sharp yelp of her own as her hair was tugged roughly while her opponent leaned in close to her, allowing for her pleasant aroma to whiff into her nostrils. Yasuda could tell the woman had quite the body-care routine, everything from her smooth skin to her gentle breath to her arousing smell proved as much. But then again you sort of had to, especially in matches as intimate as this. With thoughts of the beautiful woman aside, Yasuda was now faced with the ever-growing threat of that same woman pressing her advantage even more than she already had.

Yasuda swallowed in a deep gulp as her opponent muttered her threat through her humid breath, basking over the side of her ears and sending tingles down her spine. It certainly didn't help that Ailinn decided now would be a good time to go down on the women, gently kissing her ear before snaking her way down her neck, leaving little wet love marks as she went. Yasuda shivered once more, impressed by the tenderness of her opponent's love-making techniques. As much of a turn on as the kisses were, they still weren't enough to distract Yasuda from the dangerous situation she was in. If she just lay back and let her opponent have her way with her like she demanded, than she wouldn't be an better than the countless other sluts seduced by the greenete. No, she was a sexfighter, and an expert one at that. She because she was a rookie in this league didn't mean she was just a rookie. If Ailinn wanted this body, she was going to have to work for it.

A few purrs escaped her lips accompanied by the occasional moan or two as Ailinn's advances increased in intensity. They were tantalizing to say the least, but Yasuda was simply trying to convince her opponent that her kisses were having the desired effect of taming the younger woman. With her hair still yanked back and the women slowly beginning to overpower her, Yasuda was quickly running out of options. "Sorry Ailinn... but like you said..." Yasuda whispered between moans, her body wiggling slightly underneath her opponent. "I like it rough!" Yasuda yelped loudly, this time through gritted teeth. She swung her hand around in an open palm, aiming for a single solitary slap to the woman's exposed cheek. It was alot more powerful than the petty slaps she had given before hand, and it surely would be enough to snap the women out of her love-inducing state, but now it was just a matter of seeing if it would be enough to potentially disrupt the women enough to break out of this vulnerable state.

Yasuda was one who didn't like being tamed or controlled, a fighter and an unpredictable one as the woman showed when she went for an unorthodox move like a headbutt to the chest. Luckily for Ailinn both women were positioned in a way that everything from the gravity to the momentum worked against Yasuda so even if she got surprised and some pain from it, the headbutt turned out to be more of a nuisance than anything else.

Ailinn's work though, looked like it was bearing its fruits. That was no surprise for the greenette. She didn't like to boast but her kissing game was really, really good and when the Irish put those lips and tongue of hers to work the common thing was having her rivals melt in excitement and arousal. Ailinn was leaving small traces of her saliva when she was trailing down her rival's neck leaving soft kisses and breathing hotly against her. When Yasuda starter purring like a cat Ailin  was sure about her strategy working.

That was the moment Yasuda's ruse was unveiled. The woman spoke to Ailinn teasing the Irish for using that tender approach and then went for a slap against the greenette's cheek. It was a loud impact since that wasn't one of the previous stay-put kind of slaps. That one was a proper bitch-slap aimed at getting the most damage and disorientation from Ailinn.


"Gh-aaaah!!" If it wasn't for Ailinn mountint her rival she would have fallen on her side, but somehow she managed to stay in position, caressing her pained and already red cheek with her free hand. The Irish looked at her rival with fiery eyes. "The rough treatment then." As she said this and without leaving Yasuda time to react Ailinn used the hand that was yanking Yasuda's hair to pound the woman's head against the bed several times. Of course that wasn't going to do any damage since her head would be hitting against a soft bed, but it would surely disorient and confuse Yasuda, allowing Ailinn to move. From her straddling position, Brigid would slide to one side, easily wrapping her legs around the woman's belly in a nasty bodyscissor move. Ailinn groaned in exertion as she squeezed Yasuda's midsection with her thighs, but not forgetting that match had some hentai rules her free hands would pry the woman's legs open and would start softly rubbing against the woman's covered crotch, beginning some stimulation aimed at getting Yasuda in the mood.

"HEE-YAH!" Yasuda let out a loud cry as her hand found her mark with her opponent's cheek, colliding with the smooth skin and sending the girl's head snapping back with body nearly following suit. Nearly. As hard as that bitch slap was, it still wasn't enough to completely demount the larger women, as even though Yasuda desperately tried to take advantage of that brief lapse in Ailinn's loosened mount, she simply wasn't quick or powerful enough to dislodge the women. She let out a little giggle as Aillinn's head came swiveling back around, her previously loving gaze replaced by a much more fiery one. Funnier yet was the bright red spot on Yasuda's cheek, a little reminder of what the young rookie was capable of.

What wasn't so funny was the greenettes reaction. Her temporary victory was no repaid kindly. Instead Ailinn clasped onto the young girl's hair once more, electing more sharp yelps and cries of pain. Expecting a follow up slap of her own, she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, bracing herself for impact. Instead she found her head being violently thrown downwards, only to be yanked back up and thrown down once again. She let out desperate screams as she was thrown again and again into the bed, and while it certainly wasn't as painful it could have been considering the bed's lush surface, it was definitely jarring nonetheless. Combined with the tugging sensation her silky smooth lockers were experiencing too under Ailinn's grasp, the whole experience was far from pleasurable.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ailinn finally stopped with one last throw of Yasuda's head towards the bed. Too scared to go through the whole ordeal again, Yasuda instantly through her hands up to protect her face. "Alright alright!" was all Yasuda could muter out, realizing that there simply was no getting out of the dominant women's grasp. She was still incredibly dizzy, and she was seeing doubles of Ailinn as her opponent eased in and out of focus. Her opponent would take advantage of Yasuda's woozy state, swooping and clamping onto her sides once again with her powerful thighs.

Yasuda let out a slight gasp, breathing becoming more difficult as her midsection was squeezed inwards. The feeling wasn't made any easier as her opponent effortlessly slid over on to her side, curling her legs around Yasuda and clamping the poor girl in a tight body scissor. Immediately Yasuda threw her hands out and began desperately pushing against her opponent's legs, trying to pry open the hold as much as possible but to no avail. Yasuda let out more desperate cries and yelps, the pain on her midsection slowly ramping up in intensity.

She bucked as much as she could, but was immediately put to rest as Ailinn's fingers began to creep around her thighs. Yasuda tried to keep them closed together, but was still too disoriented as Ailinn manage to pry them open and began teasing at the prize that lay between them. Yasuda bit her lower lips as Ailinn's fingers began rubbing softly against her cover loins, eliciting low rumbles from her mouth and the occasional moan that managed to slip through. She still kept up her bucking, but if anything it just increased the sensitivity of Ailinn's attacks as her body rubbed up against Ailinn's own.

Ailinn had to admit that her rival had some audacity to her rival. Kickstarting someone’s career with an unorthodox match like that was a bold move. For their debut one would like having a good walk among the crowd, making themselves well known in front of a live audience that would quickly go and following on social media and discussing that cool debutant no matter what the outcome of the match was. Instead, Yasuda was going to be seen by a smaller portion of the fanbase in a weird, catfighting kind of match in a bedroom. It wasn’t as if that thing hadn’t its public, but maybe it was a match meant for someone who was already established as a catty wrestler. And yet there was Yasuda, not only stepping up to the challenge but doing so in a way that showed how proud and defiant she could be by throwing some nasty initial moves at Ailinn. Unfortunately for the new woman, Ailinn had been in town for a while now and knew some more tricks. Also she was bigger, heavier and could get meaner if she wanted to.

When Yasuda tried to make herself look like a threatening rival, Ailinn had to take cards into the matter and start retaliating, showing the woman how much did she have to learn yet. Yanking her hair and tossing her head against the bed was only the start of that and it was enough to make the debutant relent a little. Aparently feeling disoriented and uncomfortable, Yasuda lifted her arms in an attempt to protect her face while deescalating the issue. “What’s the matter Yasuda? Where’s all that bravado you had just one second ago?” Ailinn had outstretched her hand before in a sign of peace and the only thing that gave her was some treachery tactics, so now she wasn’t backing down.

As Ailinn locked her bodyscissoring move on Yasuda, the debutant gave in to desperation, crying and yelping as she was obviously suffering some severe pain from the squeezing of her abdomen. Yasuda would desperatedly flail her arms against Ailinn thighs in a futile attempt to pry the greenette’s legs open. “Nuh-uh-uhhh!” Ailinn scolded Yasuda in a comical way when she tried to escape. Even despite all of her efforts, the debutant was tightly secured in Ailinn’s hold, and that gave the greenette the chance to fully explore with her free hand the private place she was aiming for. In the end, the match had a hentai nature and that was why the Irish let her hand rest against Yasuda’s covered crotch, letting her fingertips probe against those silky lingerie bottoms in order to feel the prize hidden below, slowly rubbing her digits up and down making a mental map of Yasuda’s soft spots while working on rousing her sex drive.

Yasuda wasn't necessarily a weak or pathetic girl. Against girl's her size, her strength was usually more than enough to get out of sticky situations. Only problem was, Ailinn wasn't necessarily her size. Her legs were a lot more toned than Yasuda's, each muscled defined from what was probably years of training and experience, and it clearly showed. Yasuda was firmly clamped between them, entrapped by the women's beautiful limbs as they slowly squeezed any last remnants of resistance out of her. Man, she could only imagine what her opponent was thinking of her at this very moment, or worse yet, the audience at home, all of them watching eager to see if this young rookie could live up to all the bravado she had strutted in with.

So far, it certainty didn't seem like she could. The thought of her opponent potentially undermining her was enough to grind her gears, but she was simply powerless at the moment to slap some sense into her. For now, all she could do was sit back and take whatever Ailinn had planned. Besides, she wanted to be a famed catfighter right? Having the occasional ups and downs just came with the job. After all, you couldn't expect the match to go your way the whole time. Regardless of her mental justifications, Ailinn was seemingly enjoying her present domination of the younger women, using it as opportunity to start working the rookie up.

"Wha- Hey! Stop that!" Yasuda demanded, her voice issuing a false sense of defiance at the increasingly obvious fact that here wasn't anything she could do about Ailinn's advances. Still, Yasuda resisted, bucking and squirming until finally she couldn't deny the building pleasure any longer. Her grunts and groans turned into moans and wheezes, each one forcing themselves through tight lips as she did her best to hide her increasing arousal. Ailinn's fingers continued to dance around her lingerie bottoms, feeling out the women's crotch as they surveyed the prize that lay hidden underneath. Once her fingers teased near her entrance, Yasuda simply couldn't deny her body's demands for more, her pussy eventually beginning to dribble sweet nectar, made apparent in the form of wet spots now dampening her panties. She lowered her hands to her face, desperately trying to veil the lewd expression beginning to form.

Based on what Ailinn learnt about Yasuda’s character it was to be expected some good share of resistance. After all the woman had proved being catty, proud and eloquent in her talking and teasing, and also having quick reflexes when it was time to slap someone, so Ailinn was approaching the situation with some care. Even so, and despite how tough and threatening Yasuda wanted to sound with her voice tone, it was pretty clear that the woman was in a pinch as Ailinn’s thighs squeezed the hell out of her. It looked like Yasuda couldn’t escape as Ailinn was used her experience and toned body to her advantage.

From there, Ailinn explored how far could she push Yasuda’s arousal by rubbing her hand against her covered crotch. “Stop what? Seems like you are enjoying yourself here… Look at those damp spots...” The greenette giggled sardonically at how ironic was for Yasuda to ask her to stop while moaning and gasping in pleasure. She looked at some wet spots appearing on the woman’s bikini bottoms showing how good she was doing. Ailinn smiled confidently as she pondered getting rid of Yasuda’s bottoms, of course most rookies chose knotted bikinis without realizing just how easy it was to take them out, a simple pull of a string and poof, naked.

Something stopped Ailinn’s hand though. It was too soon, and she wanted Yasuda to experience some more pleasure and even the humilliation of getting her bottoms damp with her fluids. Seeing how Yasuda hid her face so she couldn’t see how horny her rival was getting was the signal Ailinn needed to keep going. She squeezed Yasuda’s abdomen once more while her hand slipped inside the woman’s bikini bottoms to stimulate her womanhood directly. After just some seconds of treading around those nether lips, the greenette’s digits went inside Yasuda’s inner folds in a hooking motion as they were moist enough to welcome Ailinn’s fingers, starting thrusting while adding some twisting motion to elicit as much pleasure as possible.

The dam was beginning to near it's breaking point as Ailinn's fingers got more and more curious as they seconds passed. As much as Yasuda tried to hide it, there was no holding back the juices slowly beginning to dribble between her thighs, coating the inside of her panties with some even dribbling their way down to the bed and leaving tiny stains below. she was already leaking so much just from the teasing ,she couldn't imagine, how she'd be able to hold back once Ailinn put all her effort into it. Yasuda was normally very gifted in resisting such attacks, and so far she had ben able to hold out for quite some time against her opponent. But sooner or later she had to break, and Ailinn's quickening pace sure wasn't making it any easier.

She let out yet another loud cry of pain as her abdomen was crushed once more between her opponent's juicy thighs, Ailinn expertly weakening both her strength and her will to resist as she simeotlusly wore down both of Yasuda's defenses. Yasuda's lips slowly parted, giving way to lewd moans and gasps as Ailinn invaded her dampened panties. Her fingers were nearing their destination, tracing her pussy lips before deciding to take the plunge. "MMMM... AHHH" Yasuda gasped out deep moans of pleasure, finally succumbing to Ailinn's sensual assault as her fingers hooked into her coveted pussy lips.

"Ohhh... OHHH god, MHHAHHH!" Yasuda was thrashing wildly in-between Ailinn's thighs, but ultimately kept firmly secured under the women's iron grip. There was no going anywhere as Yasuda was forced to face the brunt of Ailinn's expert contortion of her insides, twisting and thrusting to her hearts content all while sending her most sensitive nerves firing off with pleasure. The slow dribble of juices was slowly turning into a stream, and then finally a flood as Yasuda simply couldn't hold back any longer. Her nectar burst out of her pussy, splashing against the inside of her panties and leaving both her bottom and her opponent's fingers soaked. She instinctively arched her back, but was kept down by Ailinn's clamped legs. A small puddle formed between her thighs, soaking into the sheet below and leaving a definitive stain.

Yasuda put up an impressive show of resistance, but at the end had nothing to show for it as the first point of the match was awarded to her opponent who looked overjoyed at Yasuda's orgasmic demise. Yasuda eased her panting breaths into slow deep ones, closing her eyes and doing her best to recover form the orgasm as quickly as possible. As soon as her scattered mind started to ease back into awareness, she fluttered her eyes open, the thought of what her orgasm would now entail only now becoming apparent. Caught up in so much mindless pleasure, Yasuda almost forgot that she would now be forced to surrender her prized tits to her gleaming opponent.

"Now now Ailinn, we can talk about this right? No need to get too caught up in silly rules" Yasuda chuckled nervously, a worried expression across her face as she raised one hand up in surrender. She glanced down at her boobs, fearful that her most delicate parts were about to be forfeited to the women who had already bested her just moments ago.

Even if Ailinn had to admit that Yasuda’s mindset for a catfight was the proper one and that she had some of the sass one needed to get in a more catty kind of fight, in the end her inexperience was a burden for her as the debutant was in a pinch since the very moment the greenette decided to take action on that matter and ascertain control. From her scissoring position it was so easy to control Yasuda’s movement while causing the woman just enough pain to keep her unable to try anything funny. Yes, she was jerking her body to try and escape, but nothing Ailinn’s legs couldn’t take care of.

After all, with each passing second Yasuda’s resistance faded out as Ailinn’s fingers probed against her womanhood. The Irish started noticing how more than prominent wet spots formed against Yasuda’s bottoms to the point the greenette slipped her hand inside to stimulate her nether lips directly. That sex was so ready to get some action as it was slick and moist with the debutant’s juices.

“Oh my god aren’t you eager??” Ailinn said with a playful tone as her digits finally made their way inside Yasuda’s pussy, astonished at how wet that woman actually was. “Are you getting hornier by me squeezing you?”, she teased her rival while using her thighs once more. “Maybe you are a little masochist and are enjoying this too much...” Ailinn giggled as a sign of teasing her rival.

After some seconds of pumping and hooking her fingers inside those inner folds the flow of Yasuda’s juices gave away how close the woman was to climax. In the end there was nothing she could have done to prevent Ailinn from pushing her beyond the edge. When she climaxed, Yasuda arched her back and her sex exploded in a geyser of juices against Ailinn’s hand and her own bottoms. That would be uncomfortable enough for her in the next minutes of the match.

Giggling in satisfaction, Ailinn withdrew her fingers as she let the woman ride the last waves of pleasure, returning to her straddling position while licking her fingers clean of Yasuda’s juices. “Delicious.” When Ailinn looked back at her rival she noticed how Yasuda was starting to despair at the sudden realization of what was coming, trying her best to barter with the greenette. A part of Ailinn didn’t want to hurt that woman, but in the end the match stipulations were adamant. “Sorry Yasuda, but no can do. The match rules are what they are, and now you have to pay the price for your climax. I will say, though, that if you are a good girl and accept this like a woman I will by far make up for it.”

As if understanding Ailinn’s readiness, horn marked the beginning of the punishment and a tick tock more out of a tv quiz show than a wrestling match started playing. Without losing time Ailinn’s hands slipped under the frilly bra and got a hold of one of Yasuda’s breasts each. Her nipples were erect from the stimulation she endured. Ailinn started by giving those breasts a powerful squeeze and mashing them against each other and pinching those nipples. Yasuda’s chest wasn’t voluptuous but she had some material to work with, so she tried the best to make the most out of that punishment time. “So, why don’t you spare yourself from more pain and give up?”

If there was any relief to come out of her current situation, it was that Ailinn finally let go of her excruciating body scissor hold, opting to switch back to the mounted position with Yasuda firmly underneath. She blushed as Ailinn licked her fingers clean of Yasuda's shame, cringing and glancing off to the side as she was too embarrassed to watch. She had done the same to countless other girls before in much smaller leagues, extracting their sweet juices and slurping it all up right in front of them. She had enjoyed watching them squirm and blush with uneasiness underneath her, yet here she was, stuck in the very exact same situation she liked to inflict onto others. She had to admit, she didn't like being on the humiliated side of things. But this was the big leagues now, things weren't exactly always going to go her way.

This was especially true as they neared the next stage of the match: Yasuda's punishment for her climax. She gulped nervously as her bartering did her absolutely no good; not that she had expected it to anyways. When the situation inevitably becomes reversed and Yasuda finds herself the one delivering some much needed punishment onto her rival, she'd be sure not to hold back. But until then, there was nothing she could do but take Ailinn's torture. She tensed her chest up as Ailinn denied her requests for mercy, bracing her breasts for what was was sure to be a grueling 15 seconds.

"Wuah - WUAAAH!" Yasuda screamed out in lewd mixture of cries of pain and moans of pleasure, unable to properly process the conflicting sensations as her boobs were under the firm control of Ailinn's fingers. She twisted and mashed them together, contorting the malleable flesh between the palms of her hands while exciting her already sensitized nipples even more. As much as she wanted to lash out and bitch slap the women into oblivion, Yasuda's hands were completely tied by the rules. "No-...not yet! Not ever!" She squeezed through gritted teeth, refusing to give in to Ailinn's demands for submission. She moaned and squirmed in her own juices, the loud cartoony ticking noise making it's way down a horrendously slow 15 seconds before finally culminating in a resounding ding of a bell to signal the end of the torture session.

Yasuda's head flopped back down onto the mattress, her chest rising up and down in disheveled heaps as she tried to to recover her breath. As overwhelmed by both pain and pleasurer as she was, Yasuda realized that if she didn't mount some semblance of a counter attack she was only giving her opponent yet another opportunity to take advantage of her weakened state. After only a few seconds of recovery, Yasuda leaned upward, propping herself up on one elbow to meet her opponents eyes. "I thought you were supposed to destroy my breasts, not tickle them" Yasuda said with a pained smile. Her wincing expression made it pretty obvious that Ailinn had tortured her boobs pretty effectively, but Yasuda wasn't going to give her opponent the satisfaction of verbally admitting that.

Instead, what Yasuda would give was a powerful buck off to the side. At the same time, she would latch onto her opponent hair with a single hand once again, yanking her inwards and tucking her against her chest as she tried to roll the both of them in the same direction. What Yasuda lacked in strength she hoped to make up with using the element of surprise, hoping that both and her opponent would fall off of the large mattress and onto the bedside floor! It was a courageous attempt, especially considering that she was committed to it so soon after having been so ruthless attacked, but Yasuda was left with little choice if she wanted to turn this match around!

That match weren’t high stakes for Ailinn who had a more or less stable career now. She didn’t have anything to prove anymore and since her tendence towards a more face-like position she was enjoying some calm in her career as her matches turned out to be more fun and less pressuring. Still, the woman found some pleasure in what was going on at that moment. Yasuda had approached her with a tone and style that perfectly suited how the match was supposed to be and everything looked playful and sultry enough without going to nasty places, so there was some good sense of satisfaction in catfighting that woman and showing the debutant her place. Of course everything would end the moment the match ended and after that she could be much more caring with that rookie, but as long as they were involved in that catfight that was what they were in for.

Not only had Ailinn managed to get control over Yasuda with a powerful submission hold and then push her towards orgasm at a very steady pace, now the Irish was punishing the debutant’s breasts as the match’s stipulations intended. The punishment session might be of fifteen seconds only, but when actually applying it that small window seemed big enough to do a lot. Ailinn could only wonder how bad being in the receiving end of that could be and that fueled her resolve not to let her rival make her orgasm. Well, honestly speaking the part of her who was a sub was actually curious about it, but she could push that aside until the match was over.

A bell rang to signal the end of the punishment and Ailinn’s hands retreated from her rival’s breasts. She couldn’t see them with the frilly white bra on the way but the warmth caused by the rise on blood circulation through them gave signals of them being pretty reddened and sore. Despite all that, Yasuda not only stood tall and proud refusing to give up but also taunted Ailinn after the punishment, downplaying how the Irish mashed her breasts even if her face gave away how in pain she really was. It was that playful and proud tone that turned Ailinn on about that woman. “Well, I’m saving my best cards for later, or do you want this to end so soon? Ready for round two?”

Maybe from the current position Ailinn had grown overconfident in her ability to maintain control over her rival’s movements. That was why she wasn’t expecting one of Yasuda’s hands to dart at her hair and yank it. “Ow-owwww!! W-woah!!!” As Ailinn involuntarily shifted her balance by moving her head, a little force applied by her rival was enough to push her beyond the edge of the bedside. Falling on the soft carpeted floor wasn’t that bad but still made the greenette groan in surprise and a little bit of pain and writhe as Yasuda fell on top of her. Yasuda had managed not only to shift positions but to give herself a window of opportunity.