SS: Lilly vs Nina, WAM facesit match

Her opponent's blush brightened Nina's smile as much as the hands squeezing her buttocks or her own hands clasped upon Nina's breasts. There was no doubt in the Brit's mind. Not even the breast smother she'd found herself drawn into fazed her. She was in a new element, and she would make it hers.

Having closed her eyes to protect them from getting stung by what dollops of sunscreen their fall splattered around them, Nina relied upon her mental image of Lilly's body to guide herself. Her long legs rose up and onto Lilly's to pin her opponent to the tarp lest she be waist scissored. Only then would Nina reach out to grab Lilly's wrists to pry the blonde's hands off her head. If she got her head free, she would peer at Lilly's face from between the latter's breasts with a soft smile. "Next, please," Nina coaxed, actually encouraging her opponent.