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

Yasuda’s dominant streak had certainly been impressive while it lasted. She had driven her opponent to an explosive orgasm, tortured her breasts to the brink of tears, and made an absolute show of dragging her to a new room of combat at the rookie's behest. It was that level of catty domination that got a girl like Yasuda so riled up, so incredibly high on her ability to reduce another woman to a little bitch. Of course, at the end of the day there wasn’t supposed to be any real animosity or hostility, only mutual thrill seeking at the other’s expense. But as experienced as she was, she was still young and had much to learn in the way of these types of matches.

And it seemed like Ailinn was more than eager to deliver the first lesson to the now entrapped Yasuda. The rookie had let her winning streak get to her head, and in her arrogance, had let her defensives slip and failed to recognize her opponent's ruse. Panic began to set in as Ailinn’s cold tone loomed over, threatening to make the girl pay for what she had done to the more experienced wrestler. Yasuda immediately ceased trying to take off the cloth wrapped around her face as her opponent uttered those words; Ailinn seemed genuinely irked this time around, obviously not too happy that she had been bested by the bubbly bluenette.

Deep down Yasuda knew she was about to be screwed figuratively and literally if she didn’t get out of this soon. It was obvious that Ailinn was trying to wear down on her psychologically, much in the same way Yasuda had when she was on the dominating side. Yasuda couldn’t tell if it was part of the act or if Ailinn was genuinely pissed off at the younger girl, but  either way, Yasuda did not want to stick around for the consequences. Ailinn simply wasn’t providing that opportunity for escape however, instead she picked up Yasuda's ankles and bent the entirety of her legs sharply behind her, eliciting a muffled cry of pain while her opponent got to work stripping her of her bottoms.

A rush of cool air brushed up against her crotch as her dampened pussy was now exposed for the world to see and Ailinn to devour. She tried frantically kicking up her legs and rolling over to her side, but the larger woman simply wasn’t having it. “Ailinn wait,  I’m not rea- uuaaaAAAAHHH” Yasuda was cut off by Ailinn's finger plunging itself roughly between her already sensitive folds. Her opponent didn’t seem too keen on wasting time with the niceties of pleasure  -they had long past that past that point. Now it was all about bringing your opponent to orgasm as efficiently and quickly as possible, to do away with the pleasantries of sex and instead ruthlessly pursue victory. She moaned loudly and lewdly, her tongue flopping wildly outside her mouth and against the inside of the cloth as ear piercing moans and wheezes were forced out of her mouth.

“Ailnnnnn… aaaaHHHH, stooooop it!” Yasuda pleaded. She didn’t mind being fucked, or fucked hard for that matter. She had been on the giving and receiving end of that countless times. What really scared her was what would be the immediate follow up after her impending release, the unbearable breast torture that was made a stipulation of this match. She could feel her pussy leaking profusely, nearly on the verge of bursting any moment now. She did her best to hold it in, not wanting her tits to become victims once again as she continued crying out in pain and pleasure while frantically clawing her fingers blindly against her opponents back. They scratched against her lingerie, failing to find skin for the most part until one finger managed to find itself snagged inside a potential opening near Ailinn's bottom half. Still blinded and with her mind too occupied to process what exactly it was she was holding onto other than the obvious fact it was apart of her opponent’s attire, she threw her other fingers and hand into the mix, grabbing onto the material and yanking it upwards with all her might!

That night’s match had been an enigma for some time. Facing an unknown rival with no traceable background was always a complicated situation since one doesn’t really know what to expect or what kind of person the rival is going to be. Turned out everything was right and Yasuda was exactly the proper rival for that kind of match. The woman was catty and proud, with a playful but still prudent attitude. She knew how far she could take things within the mood intended for that match, but also knew where the limits were. Of course that catfight was made for both of them to throw some nastier moves than in a regular wrestling match, but it looked like the two women knew really well how far they could go. It felt great for Ailinn, who had commited some mistakes in her past concerning unwanted domination, to have that kind of match and feel that understanding with her rival even while both of them were trying to destroy each other’s breasts.

Ailinn was also happy about the match going her way once more. For some minutes it looked like Yasuda was the one in the lead as she pushed the greenette to orgasm with a devastating and also humiliating move, but now things had starting to go her way. The Irish put all the pressure on Yasuda as she made her unable to see anything by wrapping a dress over her face and then she pinned the woman in a painful hold that would turn into desperatedly pleasant as the greenette finger blasted her rival. Ailinn could bet that Yasuda wasn’t so happy about moving inside the walk in closet now.

With each thrust of Ailinn’s digits inside Yasuda’s womanhood the woman’s inner folds welcomed her, and with each hooking motion added more and more of the debutant’s juices joined her, making her fingers even slicker and the fingering became easier. At that pace Yasuda’s second climax would come quickly.

It was at that time when Ailinn, seeing the victory closer, maybe became a little too much confident in herself and dropped her guard. Even having her rival unable to see and in a pinch the Irish should have maintained a careful position but instead she indulged in a little, and that was when Yasuda made her movement without the greenette being aware of it. “Wha…?” When she noticed what was going on it was too late and Yasuda pulled hard at the woman’s bottoms and her lingerie bit in her own crotch in a powerful, nasty wedgie. “G-haaaah!!!” Ailinn wailed in surprise and pain from the unexpected and painful movement, trying to maintain her fingering but in the end her rhythm stalled a little as she was so taken aback by how painful everything was. She had made a mistake by thinking of Yasuda as defeated, and as she squirmed in the wedgie making things worse for her now Ailinn was going to pay for it.

With Yasuda's upwards thrust of the fabric came a shrill cry from the greenette and an immediate slowing down of her ruthless invasion of the rookie's insides. It couldn't have been at a better timed as well, since Yasuda was sure that if Ailinn had kept it up for a just a few seconds longer, she would surely have exploded and subjected herself to further breast torture. She used one hand to finally free herself from the cloth wrapped around her head, tugging it off of her and taking a look at the now tattered dress in her hand. With a scoff, she tossed it off to the side before swiveling head to see what her other hand was grasping on.

Yasuda couldn't help but laugh when she saw what it was. her fingers had clasped onto the hem of Ailinn's bottom lingerie, cranking it upwards and wedging the tight fabric snuggly in-between her buttcheeks and crotch. She didn't have too long to enjoy the moment however, as her wedgie didn't put a halt to the fingering all together, just interrupted Ailinn's otherwise flawless rhythm. Her pleasure had stalled, but it was quickly beginning to pick up again as Ailinn continued trying to finger her through the painful wedgie, although it would be impossible to recover the same pace as she had before through all that pain.

She yanked upwards even harder, trying to dissuade Ailinn's attempts all together She smiled in-between moans and wheezes as she saw the fabric nestle itself even tighter in-between Ailinn's cheeks, but it still wasn't enough to free herself form the hold. She didn't know how long either of them could last under these conditions, but she was determined to end it while she had the chance. Ailinn was in a reverse mount, with Yasuda's legs stretched out behind her in the matchbook pin. Summoning up her strength and flexibility, she reeled one leg back even farther to break Ailinn's weakened grip on her ankle before sending her heel flying straight into the back of Ailinn's head!

Combined with the weakening effect of the wedgie, she hoped the kick would be strong enough to push Ailinn forwards and off of her entirely. If it was, Yasuda, would scramble to her feet, determined to create as much space as possible between her and the other woman since the closet definitely wasn't doing her any favors. If she could, Yasuda hastily stand up and swing the closet doors open, running half naked until she was out of the bedroom entirely and into the hallway just outside. She stopped for a few seconds, glancing left and right frantically before deciding to head in the direction of the large open living room that she had seen when she first entered the apartment.

Once again Ailinn found herself paying the price for downplaying her rival’s wit and resourcefulness. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. That time it was all on Brigid being guilty for not finishing Yasuda when she had the chance. To be honest, the greenette had been trying her best from the moment they entered the walk in closet, but Yasuda had proven to be a powerful rival and a force to reckon and respect. She also was so catty and sultrily playful it looked like the catfight was a perfect match choice for that woman. In order to defeat the debutant, Ailinn was going to need all her strength.

But there was something inside of Yasuda that made her refuse to just take it and accept the orgasm. Maybe it was her fighting spirit or maybe it was her fear of the punishment. If the latter was true that could mean a very good thing for Ailinn, but being honest she was also scared of the idea of letting that woman another free shot at her still pained breasts. But in order to get there they still need to make one of them reach orgasm.

“Come on Ailinn. Just endure this and make her cum...” Ailinn tried to reassure herself so she could resist the pain and regain her thrusting pace, but even if her thrusts became quicker once more there was something Yasuda had to say about that. With an amazing feat of flexibility, the debutant managed to get a kick on the Irish’s side of the head and that sent her flying with a yelp of pain and surprise. Yasuda used that time to escape from the room while Ailinn rolled into a ball and covered her pained womanhood with her hands. At least that meant her wedgie torture was over.

After some seconds of recovery, Ailinn got on her feet, then readjusted her bottoms so they were properly in place and started her search for Yasuda. After trying the master bedroom and another hallway, the greenette noticed some noise coming from the living room, and there she found Yasuda. Ailinn’s face was red because of all the punishment and arousal she had endured. “I’m gonna ruin that pussy of yours now!” She was resolved not to cut any slack now. She was going at Yasuda full force and she would start with some retaliation. She wanted Yasuda to feel some of the pain she had caused, but a wedgie was out of the question since she was already naked on her bottoms. Ailinn would then feign a lock on the upper side of their bodies before throwing a knee at Yasuda’s crotch!