Asami Asagirl vs Irezumi

Asami watched through narrowed eyes as Irezumi turned her firm, well formed rear towards her.
"Oh you bit-" she began.
Then Irezumi shoved her hips back, her ass driving into her fellow kunoichi's face. Luckily, Asami had moved her head against a turnbuckle, but the force of Irezumi's ass hitting her was substantial, making her give a muffled grunt of pain that was swallowed by Irezumi's backside.

“Huh….” Irezumi had hoped to bounce Asamiâ€s head off the turnbuckle with a quick thrust of her hips. In the event, she had ended up just planting her ass onto her opponentâ€s face. It was pretty mean, but the mischievous Irezumi decided to make the most of it, and make her unfortunate victim suffer a humiliating stinkface!

“Sorry, did you call me a bitch?” Irezumi teased as she wiggled her hips from side to side, mashing her rear against her opponentâ€s face. “It was your idea to sit in the corner, what did you expect?” she taunted.

As Irezumi had already scored a hentai fall, she just needed a pin to win the match. Despite the lack of dignity in the move, she wondered if she could actually smother Asami to the point of helplessness, so the ninja would continue to grind her ass backwards, prolonging the stinkface for as long as she could. The crowd were certainly enjoying themselves, even if Asami probably wasnâ€t.

Asami's legs thrashed and kicked as Irezumi's admittedly well formed ass ground itself into her face. However, this was definitely not one of her greatest moments, even if the view wasn't bad. The embarrassment of getting trapped in such a hold wasn't lost on her as she continued to struggle in the corner.
"Unngh...no, stop, mmph!" she managed to gasp out.
Grasping a hold of Irezumi's ankles, she would try to pull them back while her body surged forward. Asami was hoping to dump Irezumi face first on the mat and escape both the hold and the corner by scrambling to her feet and moving over the other ninja's body.

“Oh dear… I am sorry…” Irezumi taunted as her opponent protested the stinkface. The fact that Asami was emitting muffled cries, meant that the smother probably wasnâ€t as effective as the masked girl would have liked. Still, Irezumi placed a lot of value on psychological warfare, and the jeers of the crowd proved that this was at least embarrassing for the victim.

Unfortunately for Irezumi, she would suffer her own embarrassment from the easily-reversed move. From her ankles being grabbed, it was a fast fall to the ground, toppling over in ungainly fashion, with her face slamming hard into the canvas.

“Unghh…” she moaned, numb from the impact. It took her a few seconds to collect herself, peeling her face off the mat. For now, it would take all her effort just to push up onto her hands and knees.

“I said sorry…” she moaned weakly.

Asami watched as Irezumi forced herself onto her hands and knees.
"Yeah, suuuuuure you are." she replied as she circled to one of the other ninja's sides.
She still needed to get a hentai fall before she could try to pin Irezumi, but Asami wonder if she could set up for both with a single move.
Taking a step back into the ropes, Asami came off of them, to where Irezumi rested on her hands and knees. Tucking herself into a forward roll over her opponent, Asami tucked one hand between Irezumi's legs, as the other caught hold of the kunoichi's arms, executing a pinning move called the Oklahoma roll. It successful that move would have Irezumi on her back legs up in the air, with Asami positioned as if she just tried a roll up pin, with one difference: During the roll, Asami's fingers would slide under the cloth covering Irezumi's sex, two fingers dipping knuckle deep into her wet pussy. If Irezumi made it onto her back, Asami's fingers would already be at work, sliding in and out of her foe's pussy while thumb pressed and rubbed against the pink bud of the Japanese woman's clitoris.

Irezumi knew she was in a vulnerable position, but was unprepared for the speed at which Asami capitalised on the situation. Before she could even begin to get her bearings, she found her legs and arms grabbed by her diving opponent, her body flipped over, her movement pinned, and her pussy fingered!

“Ohhghh!!!” she moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the swiftness of the reversal, and stimulated by the keen fingers between her legs.

Stuck on her shoulders, she squirmed helplessly as waves of pleasure began to spread through her body. Her pussy responded quickly to the pleasant treatment, and Irezumi had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning even more sluttishly.

“Hahh…. Impressive comeback…” she panted through gritted teeth. “I shouldâ€ve…. Ughnn… smothered you harder!”

The pin and the penetration made this a bad position for Irezumi to be in, but all she could do right now was kick her dangling legs, as she tried to marshal her strength to squirm free, but at the expense of getting hornier with each passing moment.

"Yeah, well, nobody's perfect, not even a ninja." Asami replied with a grin. "Now, I'm going to need you to moan a bit louder than that. If your clan is watching I want them to hear you."
With that, Asami began to move her fingers faster, driving them in and out of Irezumi's sex. Her thumb flicked back and forth over the bud of her foe's clitoris, as she looked up at Irezumi's face, looking to see how well she holding up as the sensual pressure built.
As Irezumi kicked her legs, Asami raised her body some, putting causing more of Irezumi's weight to press down on her own shoulders to keep her in the pin. She had the other ninja trapped for now, but Asami knew that unless Irezumi came in the next moment or so, she would be able to work her way free of the pinning hold.

“Theyâ€re… unghh…. Always watching…” Irezumi retorted in between moans. She could feel her pussy moistening as it was expertly worked, the speed and intensity of her opponentâ€s fingers increasing. Though she was a disciplined woman, Irezumi knew that very soon her control would break, and she would give in to her desire for Asami.

The quip about her clan gave the masked girl an extra little incentive to hold out that bit longer, despite the fire in her loins. Sheâ€d been pinned for a little while now, and she knew her shoulders were struck to the canvas. Biting her lip and moaning, she would try and force an escape by kicking out with her dangling legs, using a lot of her waning strength to push out against Asami, writhing desperately, trying to force some free space for her to escape the pin. It was all or nothing for her, if she stayed she would be fucked, pinned and defeated, so she had to gamble by pouring all her energy into the struggle to escape.

Grunting as Irezumi thrashed about, Asami struggled to keep her position. She curled her fingers inside of the orher kunoichi's sex in a 'come here' gesture, looking to get a stroke or two at Irezumi's g-spot. However, Irezumi's struggles managed to break Asami's pinning hold, getting her shoulders up off the mat....

Irezumiâ€s thrashing had broken the form of Asamiâ€s pin, but the masked girl was still in an intensely vulnerable position. She moaned loudly as fingers stroked her g-spot, her whole body trembling at the stimulation of her wet pussy.

The struggling Irezumi thrashed around a little, like a fish on a hook, before trying to flop sideways, pushing out of the pin to land hurriedly on the canvas. It was an escape of sorts, but hardly good news for the red lotus ninja. Her mental barriers had all but collapsed at the swift and sensual fingering Asami had given her. She was sweating, flustered, dizzy and shaking, and her sex was dripping wet and yearning for release. Irezumi lay on the mat, rubbing her face against the backs of her hands as she tried to regain some semblance of composure.

“Oh GOD…” she moaned, aroused and frustrated as she lay trembling on the mat.