Marisa Evans vs Buxom Bea

Hentai Pinfall rules. Victory is secured by pinning your opponent after forcing them to orgasm.

Set Me On Fire began to play as the crowd cheered, welcoming Marisa Evans as she appeared on the entrance ramp. Swaying her hips in a brief dance, she gave a twirl before heading down to the ring. It had been awhile since the former model's last match and she was looking forward to this one. She would be going up against a long time AFW wrestler who was no stranger to the hentai wrestling scene.
Stepping into the ring, she placed her arms behind her head, arching her back slightly, pushing her breasts forward against the silken cloth of her outfit. The pose had people going for their cameras, flashes lighting throughout the crowd as Marisa gave a sultry smile. After a few moments, the American stopped posing and headed for a corner, awaiting her opponent's arrival.

Bea watched as her opponent entered from the monitor backstage. She was not going to be any pushover, especially in such an intimate match as this. Her previous match may have been a bust, but it was one of her first standard-rules match while in Friction. This however, was more familiar territory.

Sultry music with a pulsating beat started playing as Bea danced herself out onto the ramp. Her white swimsuit outfit looked like a slingshot bikini, but with a 3-inch wide material, up top. It cascaded down to her white pantie-like bottoms. As the fabric passed over her ample chest, it formed a nice ramp down from the peak of her orbs to the bottom of the V they formed at her panties. As she entered the ring, she smirked and decided to mock Marisa a bit by copying her entrance pose, smiling knowingly at her opponent.

Marisa smiled and shook her head ruefully as Bea copied her pose. As the other woman's music died down, the former model came out of her corner to meet Bea in the center of the ring. Without any hesitation, she pressed her breasts into her opponent's.
"'Buxom' is an understatement." she said to Bea with a grin, marveling briefly at the weight and firmness of the orbs. She had seen pictures of Bea, taken for various AFW posters and magazines, but they definitely paled in comparison to the real thing.

Bea was slightly surprised at how forward Marisa was being already. Never one to back down from a challenge, Bea would lock her eyes with the platinum blonde's and would press her breasts back into the former model's. "All natural too..." Bea had read a bit on Marisa's profile, the one available for everybody to see and gawk at online. She knew the woman was a former model, and her body certainly showed it. There was of course one thing that Bea got irked about when it came to models. "Can you say the same?" her lips would curl to a slight smirk, having already felt the answer.

Marisa frowned at Bea's remark. Unlike some, or perhaps even most of the models in the business, she had never gone under the knife for 'upgrades.' (even though she had dieted and exercised like a woman possessed during her career, but there was no need to tell Bea that.) Although she was by no means in Mazzie Lashley's or Kyoko Hishikawa's league when it came to breast size, Marisa was proud of what she had and had often lorded it over other models after 'conquering' them backstage.
She shifted her body slightly, causing her breasts to slide across Bea's own bountiful bust through the material of their clothing.
"Oh, of course." she replied to Bea continuing to slide and shift her orbs for another moment. "Despite what silly men think, there is a difference between real and plastic. A difference you can feel...."
Her nipples, always sensitive, stiffened under the sensation of rubbing against Bea's breasts and could easily be felt by the other woman.
"...and in what I can feel." she finished, alluding to how implants could reduce sensation.
She gave Bea a sultry smile, moving forward slightly so her breasts, nipples first, pressed into the front of the Buxom One's orbs targeting her nipples. She leaned close, lips almost touching Bea's.
"And so...what do you say now?" the former model said huskily, trying to fluster and arouse Bea even before the bell...

As Marisa rubbed her breasts across Bea's, she could feel herself doing the same motion, always enjoying any sort of breast-play. Her nipples were growing hard and would occasionally duel through their clothing. Bea would smile back at Marisa and would move her own chest towards Marisa's as their nipples pressed at each other. Bea would blush as their lips were so close to each other. "I say that I love an honest woman, especially when she cums for me.." she would respond with emphasis on the s in cums.

Before Marisa could reply, the ref girl stepped in, separating the two women. She sent them to their corners to await the opening bell.
As the Platinum Blonde reached her corner, she gave a toss of her hair. Having noticed Bea's blush, she thought that she would have gotten to the busty wrestler with her seductive talk.
Of course, her cheeks were slightly flushed after Bea's reply, but Marisa decided to move past that, wondering instead how her opponent's moans would sound. her smile widening after she turned and saw Bea's hardened nipples, thinking perhaps the girl had a weakness for breast play.
*That would make two of us* she thought to herself as she waited for the bell.

Bea frowned slightly as the ref girl guided the two busty competitors back to their corners. Why did she have to separate them? Couldn't they have just started then? The crowd seemed immensely into it. Oh well, they would be chest-to-chest again soon enough.

Bea would turn around and wink at Marisa from her corner. "Let's have the better woman win." Immediately following, the bell would ring and the match would be on. Bea was planning on slowly strolling out to the center to meet Marisa once again, but if Marisa decided she wanted to make this more fast-paced, then Bea would have to brace herself.

The former model also strolled out of the corner at a slow pace, her hips swaying slightly as she approached Bea seductively.
"Oh she will..." she answered Bea's comment.
She raised her hands, as if for a test of strength. If Bea takes it, Marisa will step close, her breasts pressing against Bea's large orbs, her hard nipples finding her foe's with near pinpoint accuracy.

Bea smiled as they got closer, raising her hands to lace with Marisa's. Her initial reaction to their nipples finding each other would be a blush, but that wouldn't last for long. Bea would press her breasts back into Marissa's to encourage the titfight that was bound to happen from the start. Bea's eyes would focus on Marissa's as their nipples dueled with only two pieces of white fabric to separate them. She would lean in close with her lips, brushing them against Marissa's, simply breathing gently. It would be clear where all of her focus was at right now.