Erin Suzuki vs. Makita Shouko

The slackening on Makita's headlock helped Erin quite a bit, she twisted a bit more and then pulled her legs up so that the kawaii's body was all balled up. Erin tried to hook her upper most leg around Makita's head so that she could drag her opponent downwards away from the headlock and hopefully trap her head between Erin's thighs.

Erin was try to reverse the headlock with a capture head scissors, wriggling and squirming cutely with her hips until she was able to wriggle Makitta's head into a position where Erin's thighs were either side of her cheeks with Makita facing her crotch.. Erin would then lay back and start to squeeze in with her warm smooth thighs

Makita was taken by surprise when Erin's leg wrapped around her head and pulled her to the mat, forcing her to release Erin's head as she tried to push Erin's leg off before anything could happen...she failed and fell victim to a head scissor that caused her to look directly at Erin's crotch. Makita's face blushed as she tried to struggle out of the head scissors or at least be able to look in another direction, but was unable to do so as she squirmed in between Erin's thighs as she let out an occasional hot pant towards Erin's crotch.

Erin had successfully gotten the head scissors locked in, but in retrospect perhaps it wasn't the best move to go for... Now Makita was grinding her face between the insides of Erin's thighs and breathing right onto her crotch!

"..~nya~.." Erin whimpered as she wriggled her hips and her thighs rubbed on either side of Makita's cheeks. Erin closed her eyes as her cheeks flused, her thighs instinctively squeezing on Makita's head every now and then... She found herself breathing in time with Makita, each time a warm puff of air blew onto her crotch and the inside of her little thighs, she exhaled a cute little huff of her own from the sensation. She was starting to get a little wet down there, the only saving grace was that perhaps with her body already soaked it wouldn't be that noticeable

With each squeeze that Erin's thighs around Makita's head happen, her face got redder and her puffs got hotter as she tried to think of a move to counter this position. While on her side along with Erin and that's when it hit her. Makita would swing her body towards Erin as she would try to wrap her legs around her head and perform her own head scissors while still being caught in Erin's, oddly looking like they're in the 69 position somewhat.

Erin was thoroughly distracted by the soft puffs of warm pants going up between her thighs against her crotch.. With her eyes closed, she ran her fingers from the strands of her wet lavender hair that was clinging to her face, that was when Makita's thighs suddenly clasped around her head.

"Agh!!" she cried out briefly right into Makita's crotch as she was dragged down to the mat in a 69er position. Her small ripe breasts and firm nipples pressed right up against Makita's belly and Erin felt Makita's breasts likewise pressing up against her own belly. Erin gasped in surprise, her body wriggling instinctively against Makita... She was sure as hell wet at the crotch area of her swimsuit now!

Makita blushed as she felt what Erin felt as hot pants washed over her crotch, the first one caused her to instinctively squeeze her legs together on Erin's head. With her breasts pressing into Erin and Erin's pressing into her, Makita was getting rather hot despite being showered with cold water as she reached around Erin's hips to seize her butt cheeks, though she didn't seem aware of her actions as she clenched her eyes shut as if she was suppressing something within her. Makita let out a few quick puffs of hot air from her mouth as well as clenching her legs on and off together as she battled Erin in a head scissors duel that could easily be seen as a different kind of duel.

Erin's arms went around Makita's waist, clinging to her and drawing them closer together... She could help but have her hands end up on Makita's butt cheeks also. Erin blushed big time, this match was embarassing but had also become seemingly intimate, at least with all of the body contact and the positions their end up in...

The quick puff of warm air rolling up the inside of her thighs and hitting full on right against her wet crotch only made Erin respond in kind, her breathing rate increasing to match Makita's so that each time she felt a warm puff of air and Makita's breast expand into her belly, she would end up gasping in a breath of her own and expelling it. She felt like she was hyperventilating and only able to take in the scent of Makita's crotch, not really able to think straight as water trickled from one body to the next and the crowd cheered and whistled

Makita was also in an internal state of confusion as she held Erin close to her body, breathing very quickly into her opponent's crotch with her hot breath. Her face was flushed in a crimson color as she felt Erin's breasts press into her belly with each breath as hers were doing the same. While in such close quarters, Makita could only smell the scent of lavender coming from Erin despite the water around them. And with that Makita could feel her crotch getting wet from this intimate encounter as she continue to squirm along with Erin as the water fell on them, causing her to take a handful of Erin's butt and started to squeeze it.

Erin knew she had to get out of this hold but the thing was that Makita's repeated pants right into her crotch was really starting to get to little Erin, her crotch was really wet by now and the moistness only intensified the sensation of Makita's warm puffs on her little cunny. That wasn't to even mention Erin's thing about having close contact with someone else.

One of Erin's hands rubbed down the unside of Makita's butt to grip at her thigh, gently trying to pry her open while the other hand remained on Makita's ass... She let out a cute little whimper as she exerted effort but all the strength was leaving her due to the arousal alone. Cheeks deeply flushed and the very tips of her nipples starting to tingle, she found she just couldn't think straight.. The worst thing was, everytime Makita panted or Erin's nipples clipped and rubbed against Makita's belly, the kawaii instinctively squeezed her thighs a little around Makita's cheeks.

Makita herself was dealing with embarrassment from feeling her crotch being rather wet. She tried her best to hold her legs together as Erin tried to pry herself open, but slowly she was losing ground due to her conflicting thoughts and focuses. Knowing she can't afford Erin to free herself, Makita tried to roll over so that she was on top of Erin and hopefully would be able to mount a new type of offense, though in the process, she would release her hold around Erin's head as she tried to pry Erin's legs away from her own head.