Blast from the past 2: Inoue meets Karasu

Inoue was no victim, and this wasn't the past, how Anja had to remind herself at one point while emitting total control over the Japanese. Nothing was at stake, they were just two young women who had found the other attractive and were making out.

She banned the slightly glassy look in her eyes with the prospect of driving Inoue over the edge again. Inoue stubbornly refused to obey her as it seemed and was determined to hold out longer than Anja had expected. She used a knee instead of her second hand to keep Inoue's legs spread, while the hand went to a butt cheek of the sexy boxer, firmly grabbing it to up the pressure even more.

Inoue's eyes were shut and her expression signified that she wasn't far from bursting. Karasu's knee kept her off balance, at Karasu's mercy. Then she felt Karsu's firm grasp on her ass. That little move, was both physically and psychologically pleasing, she felt Karasu really take the reigns and it forced her to let go. She screamed her pleasure loudly and let her juices flow. It felt amazing to be on the other end of that type of savagery. "Ohhhhh Karasuu-u-uu-uuu!" she exclaimed, beyond pleased with her lover for the day, and the climax she induced. Inoue's body went completely limp, she found herself fully dependent of Karasu's support.

Inoue went limp in her arms, and Anja was unwilling to let her get hurt on the floor with its broken tiles, so she held her up and turned her around after the water had done it's work on her to clean her up.
"I'm gonna pack my things and leave Japan, Inoue-chan. Been here for too long already. Please, for your own sake, if anyone asks you about me, just say we sparred a few short rounds before I left, nothing personal."
Nobody would probably ask her about Anja, but her paranoid mindset just commanded her to say that. She picked Inoue up and carried her to the massage table, draping two towels to cover her butt and top area.

"I don't want some looser to see you naked by chance."
She explained with a soft smile, kissing Inoue on the forehead before she grabbed her bag and ran out of the building, naked as she was but covered by the bag, redressing in a little backstage area later before she would disappear into obscurity again.

Inoue found safety in Karasu's arms, she was kept from hitting the floor and smiled weakly. Her finish had been so intense, to the point where Inoue felt it necessary to rest. Karasu seemed to know that though, as she lie her down. Inoue didn't think much of her words, as she had her own reasons to keep it secret. "I-... Goodbye Karasu." Inoue's weak grin brightened a bit, she was happy the day went as it had. She'd push herself up and get dressed before anyone got here. As exhausted as she was, she decided she would take wrestling seriously. It'd please the manager, and allow her to better herself. All because of today's encounter.