Marisa Evans vs Raelynn Chartelle

Hentai Pinfall Match

As Marisa's music, L'amour et la Liberte, began to play the referee took the mic, outlining the rules of the hentai pinfall match.
"The following contest will be a hentai style pinfall match. The winner will be the woman who can pin her opponent for a three count after forcing an orgasm from her opponent!" she called.
The Platinum Blond came through the curtain, coming down the ramp as the fans cheered. It had been awhile since she had been defeated by Tana Matahina in a grueling hentai submission match, and now Marisa was ready to get back into action. Her first match back would be a contest of skill and stamina against a promising newcomer to the Hentai Division, Raelynn Chartelle.
Getting into the ring, the former model raised her arms and cocked her hips to the side, giving the crowd a seductive pose and a perfect chance to use any cameras they had brought to the arena, as she waited for her opponent's music to announce her arrival.

Raelynn slowly paces forward as the dull thump of the beat of her theme begins vibrating the room - long, caramel tanned legs pacing forward as heels clack on the runway - each step another flick up of her skirt, showing off the rounded swell of her taut, smackable little bottom and the lacy black panties underneath. Her entire form is cusped by a matching dress - glittery silver embroidery decorating her form - though it's a bit low-cut, showing off the line of her cleavage and the outer swells of her chest.

Straddling the turnbuckle for a moment suggestively, she pauses to turn to the camera, pursing her lips and sticking out her tongue in the cutest of manners, before swinging her toned leg wide in over the turnbuckle, and plodding in towards the middle of the ring...

So this is Marisa Evans...one of the hentai league experts...she is pretty hot... Her eyes linger on the girl's form for a moment, before slowly pursing her glittery pink lips to speak. "Hi. I'm Starstruck..nice to meet you.." she mutters...cocking her hips to the side with the slightest bit of defiance. Her amber hues match Marisa's, eyes hooding, and tongue swiveling around the curve of her lips..trying to intimidate her. "I'm sure even the prettiest girls have their day when they just should lay back and enjoy, huh..?" Confidence clung on her form - at least outwardly...she had no idea of Marisa's abilities, yet..

Marisa smiled.
"Maybe, but I'm not having one of those days." she replied.
Stepping forward, her breasts brushed against Raelynn's as she began her own brand of mind games as she leaned in close to say softly, "Instead, I was thinking that first, I would let you feel how many ways I know how to work your breasts, until your nipples are hard enough to cut glass, throbbing with desire every time I get close to them. Then, when that no longer interests me, I'll do things to your pussy that will make you so wet, your juices will drip onto the mat, drop...by drop..."
She leaned teasingly close, as if to kiss Starstruck, but then pulled away at the last moment, backing away and waiting for the ref to begin the match.

Raelynn wasn't much expecting such a response. Her breathing quickens as Marisa leans in close - her confidence quite ...plainly wavering. Not a whole lot could make Raelynn's cheek bloom cherry red - though Marisa hit the spot, immediately. Her glittery, glossy pink lips slowly tilt open as Marisa leans in..

"Drop..by..drop.." As those words leave Marisa's lips, Raelynn almost mindfully - deliberately lulls those cararmel-tanned thighs shut - almost afraid she were already getting wet - the only thing to leave her lips a single, heated breath as Marisa pulls away.

This is really what..an..erotic..specialist is like, huh..? I shouldn't just lose my cool.. The glint of her teeth digging into her lip is seen...thighs flexing as she braces herself for the sound of the bell - the ring instead causing her to pace forward, heels clicking against the canvas..narrowing her eyes.

"..Really, 'cuz I think..you should..give up.." she murmurs, pacing forward. Swiftly, one leg slides underneath one of Marisa's as she draws close, grapevining them - and trying to use her weight against her to drag the woman to the mat - where Raelynn would swiftly perch her bottom on the girl's spine , if she were successful, prime for a followup...

Marisa slid one of her own legs forward as Raelynn made her move, trying to tangle one of her legs around one of her foe's thighs, looking to dump them both to the canvas. If the former model is successful, she'll bring most of her weight down on Starstruck's belly, wanting to try and drive the air out of her for a moment and make good on her promise. Her hands will seize Raelynn's breasts, her thumbs rubbing over the tanned girl's nipples through the fabric of her dress as she quickly went to heat up the match.

"Huh...?!" Raelynn looks a bit..confused as to how Marisa was able to read her move so easily - and so she ends up landing square on her pretty little ass - on the mat. Pressed down beneath Marisa's bodyweight...another hot breath trickles out from her lips as the sultry woman lands on top of her. And ..

heat things up it did. A faint little mewl pushes from her lips as Marisa begins toying with her nipples...the little things quickly drawing to taut little nubs through the thin veil of fabric. Her hips pump up for a moment, trying to pry Marisa off - though with a tilt of her head, bleach-blonde bangs spill over her eyes, breath sharpening...

Is..is she really as good as she says she is..?

Marisa continued to caress and massage Raelynn's breasts for a few moments until the other woman's struggles finally shook her off. The former model gave a toss of her hair as she got back to her feet.
Deciding to press her advantage she'll try to grab Startruck's arm and whip the other girl into the ropes. When she comes rebounding back, Marisa will step to one side while trying to seize Raelynn in a abdominal stretch. If it works, Marisa use try to convert the basic submission move into an erotic hold, one hand trying to slide down the top of Raelynn's dress to treat the woman's left nipple to her teasing fingertips.
"Still think I should be the one giving up?" Marisa will say softly before blowing softly into her opponent's ear...

Rae just barely manges to pry Marisa's off - skillfull molestation keeping a fresh sheen of pink on her cheeks. Toned, caramel legs flex, squeaking as she's hurled to the turnbuckles. Now was the time to get free..that is until her gaze lingers on the girl's body - skirt flipping up with the wind of her motion to bare lacy little black panties.

And less than a second later - the hold is cinched - her toned little bottom pressing back against Marisa's groin, the round little cheeks rubbing teasingly for a moment..until her eyes go wide - realizing those fingers were slipping underneath her dress - finding out she was missing a bra. As her perfectly trimmed nails swirl the little bundle of nerve endings...it quickly begins to pebble agaisnst the front of her dress...her breathing quickening as her abdomen flexes - the outline of her navel pressed against the front of her dress.

"A...ah..no way..!" she mutters...in obvious disbelief how her body was already starting to respond..the girl needed an openin - and the pretty little pert rounds of her breasts are just dangling there..begging to be touched with her in this hold. Her legs attempt to turn inwards every few moments - almost as if she wasn't sure when her body was deciding she was wet or not..

"Oh, yes way." Marisa replied to Raelynn's murmur.
She tried to pull down part of tanned girl's dress, looking to expose the breast she was working to the crowd and reveal the results of her handiwork, using her fingers to tug and squeeze the hardened nipple.
"Look at it, girl. How big and hard it's gotten already." she'll say before kissing the sides of Raelynn's neck.

With a flip, her dress peels back - tanned breasts with caramelled pink nipples bared to the crowd - jutted into little points from Marisa's handiwork. Each little breath that filters out of her lips becomes a bit more strained - and her eyes can't help but glance down at Marisa's mention..looking to each little pebbled up thing...another tug at the sensitive flesh forcing another mewl from her lips - the abdominal stretch impeding her movement greatly. Her dress continues to peel down the front of her body - catching at the edges of her broad hips, thanks to the wide stance. "N..no way, why is my body....?"

She groans , her hips flexing - toned little backside pressing back against Marisa - though it's obvious from the position that Rae doesn't have much experience escaping abdominal stretches..