Marisa Evans vs Natasha Loclear

"Urrgh..." Marisa gasped as the other woman kept her hold on her. Worse still, Natasha had locked her arms around Marisa's neck and even caught her in a waist scissors.
The model's hands went to Natasha's arms, pulling against the pressure there to try and give herself a little breathing room as she found herself trapped in Natasha's hold...

Natasha locked in that choke as quickly as she could to prevent Marisa from just slipping out thanks to the oil, the legs around the model's waist there to keep Marisa in her hold. The blond would feel the large breasts of Natasha pressing hard against her back, this just another part of the hold for Natasha as it often distracted her opponent, the blue haired woman doing her best to fight Marisa's attempts to pry her arms free. Natasha was fairly strong herself and while Marisa did create a small bit of room for herself to breath Natasha would pull back to try and cut off the air once more. "I finally caught you, can't let you go yet Marisa!"

Although she did find herself caught in Natasha's hold, the model wasn't ready to panic just yet.
"And...who said anything about wanting you to let go..?" she asked.
Even though the oil had been more of a handicap to her instead of a help, Marisa was more than willing to change her tactics for the situation. Knowing that the oil made her slippery, the American tried to turn herself around within the hold, looking to come face to face with Natasha, while at the same time, trying to scoot herself slightly upwards along her opponent's body. Marisa aimed to get her breasts over Natasha's face and press down with them, looking to try smother the blue haired woman.

Natasha giggled at Marisa's comment but that soon came to an end as she gasped in surprise at just what the model was doing. Squeezing as tightly as she could the oil made sure that was pointless, Marisa turning right around the hold and even more dangerous she was sliding up along Natasha's body. She immediately unwrapped her arms from around Marisa even as the woman was lowering her breasts down over her face, her protests coming out as muffled cries against those heavenly orbs, but not one to waste this opportunity Natasha began to suck upon the woman's oily breasts.

As her tongue joined in she was a bit surprised to find the oil was sweet tasting, almost like strawberries even if it didn't smell that way. Her hands moved to push against Marisa's shoulders now as while the smother gave her a good taste of the woman's tits it was also quite dangerous to remain in for long, pushing against the floor of the pool with her feet as well.

Marisa licked her lips heatedly as she felt Natasha start to suck on her heavy orbs. But she was determined to try and rob the other woman of some of her breath, and some of her fight. She went to wrap her hands around Natasha's head, looking to tighten her hold and force her deeper into the model's cleavage.
However, Natasha pushing against both Marisa and the floor sent the model sliding down and away, while pushing the blue haired woman up the mat, freeing her from the platininum haired beauty's grasp. Quickly, Marisa tried to go back on the attack, throwing herself at Natasha in something resembling a body splash, trying to land on top of her opponent.

Natasha let herself become lost in her lust for a moment as she wrapped her lips around the nipple of Marisa's left breast, rolling the little bud in between her lips while her tongue teased the tip of her nipple through the thin top. Her lips would part to take as much of Marisa's mound into her mouth as she could, her tongue licking away furiously along every bit of her bare skin as she could after that, her teeth gently biting down just hard enough to leave a light red mark on the skin even through her bikini top.

Pushing hard on the woman's shoulders even as she had her fun with Marisa's oily tits, Natasha slowly found herself sliding out of the woman's grip until her face pulled free of that warm embrace, taking in a deep breath of air though Marisa would still see her tongue licking the oil off of her own lips. "I'm almost disappointed Marisa, your breasts taste quite delicious all oiled up." Natasha said with a wide grin on her lips, one that vanished as Marisa splashed down on top of her, leaving the woman stunned for a moment.

Marisa placed a hand on her left breast, it's nipple achingly hard after the treatement that Natasha had given it. Still, she had managed to land on Natasha, and it looked like she might be a little out of it. Not one to waste an opprotunity, the model tried to slide down the other woman's body, to come to a halt between Natasha's legs.
With a grin, Marisa would tug aside the part of Natasha's bikini bottoms that covered her sex if she made it without incident. Then, quickly, her head would lower between Natasha's legs, who would then feel the model's deft tongue start to flick rapidly over her clit, as her hands went to try and hold down Natasha's lower body. If she could hold her foe down long enough, Marisa would also start to suck on Natasha's pink love pearl between flurries of her tongue lashing.

Natasha hadn't been expecting a splash from the model and was paying for that now as she laid there on her back in the pool of oil, groaning softly as she tried to pull herself back to her senses. She could feel Marisa sliding down her body but before she could react the woman was already down between her legs, Natasha lifting her head up just enough to see the woman pull aside the thin piece of fabric, her eyes opening wide as her tongue went right to work over her clit. "Ahhhh!" Natasha cried out as she slammed her head back against the pool floor, her body arching sensually as Marisa licked at her clit like it was ice cream, trying to kick with her legs even though Marisa was holding them down.

Biting down rather hard on her lower lip to halt her rapid moaning Natasha leaned forward until she was sitting up, her hands moving to grab Marisa's head to try and pull it away from her sex. Meanwhile the woman was really beginning to enjoy herself, rather wet and lewd sounds coming from her pussy as Marisa switched between licking her clit and sucking upon it. Each action sent shivers up her spine until Natasha could only scream out in ecstasy, fighting to push the woman off of her.

As Natasha struggled and arched her body, the model continued to attack her opponent's sex. Her lips fastened over Natasha's clit, sucking on it while her hands did their best to try and fend off the violet haired woman's.
However, she wouldn't be able to keep Natasha down much longer. If she girl continued to struggle, eventually she would push Marisa away, sending her sliding a short distance away thanks to the oil.

No amount of struggling seemed to be working on Marisa as the experienced wrestler continued to relentlessly suckle upon the french woman's clit, Natasha's breathing becoming labored as it was difficult to catch one's breath while you were being forced to moan as she was. She had to free herself from this as soon as possible, desperately pushing against the model in any way she could until at long last Marisa was forced off of her. Natasha bolted into an upright position the moment Marisa's lips left her clit, one hand shooting down between her legs to gently rub along her slit which was quite wet after Marisa had her fun with her. Lunging forward Natasha sought to catch Marisa still on her stomach, looking to climb onto the woman's back so that Marisa's head was between her knees, Natasha reaching to slide two fingers inside of the model's pussy for a little payback.