Asami Asagirl vs Irezumi

"Nooo-whoa!" Asami cried as Irezumi managed to catch her as she flew towards her rival ninja. Then, before she could think of anything to do, Asami was driven to the mat in a surprisingly powerful bodyslam.

As she arched her back as much as she was able to, Asasmi mentally berated herself for thinking Irezumi would be caught off guard by the same trick twice.
*Stupid! She is a ninja, not some kawaii wearing a costume she bought at a store somewhere...*

The air knocked out of her for the moment, Asami would lay on the mat, stunned, trying to get herself back into the match...

“Ooh, looks like you still need to be taught a thing or two…” Irezumi teased as she slammed her opponent down onto the mat, the other ninja looking pretty dazed for now. In truth, the masked girl was quite pleased to have scored a hit on her high-flying foe, and wouldnâ€t waste any time trying to make her advantage count.

Irezumi would move to the downed girlâ€s head, and pull Asami up into a seated position. She would wrap her right arm around the front of Asamiâ€s head, trapping her face with her armpit and applying pressure to her neck, moving to lock her in a dragon sleeper. If she got the hold in place, Irezumiâ€s left hand would be free to caress her opponentâ€s body, starting with a sensuous squeeze of Asamiâ€s large breasts.

"Guurkk...!" Asami rasped as Irezumi's arm snaked around her neck, pulling it tight into the hold.
Her opponent had wasted little time, floating into the hold before Asami even had time to get her bearings.
The freelance ninja drummed her heels against the mat for a moment, but then she felt Irezumi's hand start to caress her body, squeezing her breast, drawing out a sigh of pleasure.
Shaking her head to clear out the lingering effects of Irezumi's blodyslam, Asami breathed, "So, is this the best your so called clan could teach you? Once I get out of this, I'll show you how to really make a girl scream...."

“Oooh, you sound fun…” Irezumi giggled in reply to Asamiâ€s claims. “Too bad youâ€re never getting out of this,” she added, tightening her arm around the other girlâ€s head to fully lock on the dragon sleeper.

“If you really want to see what my clanâ€s got to offer, itâ€d take all night…” she purred. The masked girlâ€s free hand would move to tug Asamiâ€s breasts out of her costume entirely, exposing them to the air.

As much as Irezumi was excited by their close-fought battle, she was clearly enjoying her current dominance too. Her free hand would slip downwards, snaking under Asamiâ€s skirts to seek out her underwear.

“In fact, scratch that, the full demonstration would probably take all week…” she teased, trying to sneak a finger inside the hem of the other girlâ€s panties.

Once Irezumi got her hand under the skirts of Asami's outfit, she wouldn't have to work hard to get under the underwear she found there. Asami had the thinnest of thongs on, which, in her opinion, gave her better freedom of movement. Also, because wearing granny panties to a hentai match was a mark of cowardice in her eyes, like wearing armor.
However, it didn't protect her groin in the least. The kunoichi gave a shudder as her skin felt the touch of the other woman. When her breasts were pulled from under her outfit, the pink nipples there were already erect.
"A week? Whatever, I'd have all of you tamed within hours." she retorted, all bravado despite the situation, and evidence of her own arousal.

Irezumi was practically purring as she controlled Asamiâ€s body, looking down past her opponentâ€s exposed breasts, towards where her finger was penetrating Asamiâ€s skirts, and her delightfully delicate panties. The masked girl gave a short sigh as her finger felt out Asamiâ€s snatch, and began to gently caress its wetness.

“Well, I do like to think that weâ€re quick learners…” Irezumi smiled. Keeping Asamiâ€s head locked within her armpit, Irezumi would bow her own head forwards, getting closer to Asamiâ€s breasts, wanting to lick and suckle at her temptingly erect nipples. Meanwhile her free hand would continue to rub and probe at her victimâ€s pussy.

Letting out a groan as Irezumi began to rub her sex, Asami had to admit the other ninja definitely knew the 'erotic' bit in erotic wrestling.
"Well...unnh....ok I'll give you that..." she said around a moan.
Then Irezumi leaned forward, her mouth getting around one of Asami's large erect nipples and sucking on it.
"H-hey, stop that....!" she gasped.
Her pussy grew noticeably wetter, her hips quivering briefly as her arousal built up rapidly.

“Heheh, no,” Irezumi giggled in between mouthfuls of nipple, as Asami told her to stop. “I donâ€t take orders from you!” Her smiling mouth then went back to sucking at her opponentâ€s sensitised breasts.

“Hhmmnnnn…” Irezumi purred with interest as she felt Asami shiver, her pussy feeling increasingly wet beneath her probing finger. She slid a second digit into her opponentâ€s soft snatch. “You want it… you want it bad…” she whispered, her words as insistent as her thrusting fingers. Her free hand was becoming increasingly accustomed to Asamiâ€s panties, and her thumb would slide across to try and tease the victimâ€s clit.

"Unnhh...nooo I don't!" Asami cried out in denial of Irezumi's claim.
However, her sex continued to betray her, starting pulse and throb around the other ninja's invading fingers. As Irezumi resumed sucking at her nipple, Asami could feel herself starting to surge towards a climax.
Shaking her head, she shut her eyes, trying to hold off the oncoming orgasm. But then Irezumi's thumb found her clit. After a few teasing flicks across the pink pearl, Asami let out a wordless cry as her back arched, thrusting her hips forward as she came, her juices coating the fingers buried inside of her pussy.

Irezumi was thoroughly enjoying herself as she held Asami in the dragon sleeper, and steadily worked her victimâ€s delicious body. She soon sensed the oncoming change in the other girlâ€s shuddering body.

“Oh yess, thatâ€s it, yesss….” she cooed in sweet encouragement as Asami sank into orgasm. Her fingers continued to thrust hard into the climaxing girlâ€s pussy, urging her to come as hard as possible. Irezumi hoped to drain her opponentâ€s energies as much as possible, but there was some genuine affection in her keen fingers.

Her efforts were rewarded as Asamiâ€s panties flooded, coating Irezumiâ€s probing hand.

“Good, you gave in,” she purred. “Now we find out how you fight after youâ€ve been fucked,” she giggled impishly.

Irezumi slowly withdrew her wet hand from Asamiâ€s panties, trailing her wet fingers up across her victimâ€s belly and breasts. The masked girl would then finally release the sleeper hold, in order to mischievously wipe the remaining juices across Asamiâ€s nose and mouth.

Irezumi would then step back, planting her foot on the kneeling girlâ€s shoulders and giving her a firm shove, looking to send her spent opponent sprawling away from her.