Drake Ishikawa Vs Izumi Hoshiko

"Mmph!" Was about all Drake could get out as Izumi teased him with her words while leaning forward, enveloping his face into her cleavage as she began to try to smother him. Drake would struggle and roll a bit as his face became warm and red from his slight shyness and attempts to escape as he tried his best to ignore the feeling of her soft mounds engulfing his face. He would start to slow his struggles down as he stopped wiggling writhing beneath her, almost as if he had given in, though this was simply him regaining his composure and taking a moment to analyze the situation. Drake realized right away that she climbed up his body to put him into her breast smother which meant his legs had more freedom to move, something he needed if he hoped to not lose so early in the match. Drake would slowly curl his legs up until his feet were pressed firm into the mat, if he succeeded he would try with all of his might to tense his body up before making one strong thrust into the air to try to buck his opponent off of him. If this worked he would attempt to break his arms free from her hold and assist his hips in the attempt to flip Izumi off of him. "Cold day in hell before I surrender and kiss your ass!" Drake would attempt to say despite the sound of his voice being muffled between her breasts as he tried to show that even though she was a new comer, she wasn't going to be taking him home without a fight. Part of him had to admit though, there was a strong temptation to just lay there and let her breasts continue to rub and massage themselves against his face, he knew he had to accept his time in afw was slowly making him more perverted and tempted to give in than he use to be, but like everything else in his life, he would try to defy those thoughts and stay focused on the match at hand.

Izumi was certain that in this position, she wouldn't have to worry about Drake kicking out or anything. After all, what man didn't like having a chest like hers in their face? Before long though, he'd likely pass out from lack of air. But she wasn't expecting him to fight back like he did. Izumi let out a slight yelp when Drake started to buck, eventually making Izumi role off of him to the side. Like an idiot, she forgot that she left his legs free after sliding up. But then, she didn't expect him to be able to remember either.

"Oh, come on Drakey. Make it easy for me?" she would tease as she tried to get herself ready for a possible attack from him, but after getting tossed off so quickly, she didn't know if he would come right at her, or if he needed to recover.

"Oh yes, why of course..." Drake would say with a sarcastic smile, dropping to his knees before her, as if he were to surrender and willingly pucker up to her rear. This may have simply looked like him being a smart ass, but he was taking the time during their exchange of words to calm himself down and recover the air she stole from him during the smother. He only hoped he could keep her distracted with his childish display long enough to go on to the offensive against her. He also hopefully had a plan if she tried to take him literal about his surrender to her.

Izumi was a bit peeved that Drake was being a smartass. He really didn't seem to be taking this seriously at all, even mocking her when she teased him. He got lucky, managing to get her off of him. If she hadn't gotten overconfident, she could have held him down long enough to smother him enough to pass out. But it was what it was. She had to get him back down, and try again.

"Quit acting like a child," the older woman said, getting to her own feet, circling Drake. Drake seemed to be trying to get his breath back, and she wasn't about to let him do that. Wasting no time, she went right at him again, going to send a kick straight to his head, seeing as he was on his knees.

Drake got her riled up, this was good, this meant she would leap in without thought. Drake watched her out of the corner of his eye as she circled around him. He caught the movement knowing that she was going for a kick, the biggest concern was if he would be fast enough to dodge from a crouched position. If he could pull it off he would attempt to catch her leg and pull her in for a counter, biting into her inner thigh while trying to pull her to the ground to start of a sexual assault between her legs. He would aim to use his free hand to rub between her legs while nibbling along her inner thigh even though this would most likely make him blush. In the event he failed however, the kick would surely be enough to send him on to his back in a daze from taking such a swift kick to the temple.

Izumi was ready to teach Drake a lesson for acting like such a child. Then again, compared to her, he was, considering she was 7 years older than he was. Sending a kick straight at his head, Izumi planned to lay him out quick so that she could take him out quickly, but Drake was ready for her this time. After he caught her leg, Izumi was ready to pull it free, but once his teeth sunk into her inner thigh, she let out a gasp of pain, and surprise. Having not expected such a move, she was taken completely off guard, and went down to the mat easily when he forced her down.

Drake seemed to have a pretty good plan it seemed. With her down on the mat, Drake began nibbling on her inner thigh even more, eliciting a moan or two from Izumi. But what came next surprised her the most. "Ahnnnn!" she let out as Drake began to rub her covered crotch. She hadn't been expecting this. So far, the match had been almost completely free of hentai moves. And now that Drake was starting in on her, she felt a little defenseless. She could feel herself getting ab it wet from his touching as well, which brought a blush to her cheeks as he continued his "assault."

Drake was on a roll now and he wasn't about to stop when he freedom was on the line. He had faced a lot of humiliation from the women of afw and he wasn't going to let another get away with having him at her feet, let alone kissing her rear. Drake wanted to prove a point to the women he faced, that not all men were just mindless beasts to be used as toys, nor did they have to be violent brutes to win. This seemed like his best chance as she laid there sprawled out before him, being that this was a hentai match he knew what he had to do as his face blushed deep crimson.

Slowly Drake would pull at the strings of Izumi's bikini bottom, taking his time to be more gentle as she seemed to stop struggling, his hand would continue to rub against her sex to keep her distracted. Removing her clothing he would grab hold of her hips and gently lift her slightly off of the ground as he noticed her starting to become moist. He would turn his head to nibble against her other thigh as his fingertips gently caressed and traced her lower lips sucking against her soft flesh as he kept her hips in the air slightly to create leverage as he set up his finishing move. Drake would turn his attention to her southern lips as his tongue took a timid and curiously soft stroke against her sex as his face turned a darker shade of red and he shook a little, if she let him get this far he would continue his soft and slow licks with more and more effort as he performed his finishing move Silver Tongued.

Izumi was a bit shocked by Drake's sudden forwardness. He had proven that he wasn't as shy as most boys seemed to be, but this? This was something she wasn't really expecting. Shock kept her immobilized for the most part while he worked his fingers on her covered sex, and his teeth nibbled on her thigh, eliciting a few moans from her. When he lifted her up a bit, she let out a slight yelp, yet another surprise coming from him. She didn't know what he was up to, but she felt kind of excited to see what it was.

She offered up little resistance when he tugged at the strings to her bottoms, and they easily fell off of her, revealing her glistening lower lips to him. Izumi blushed a bit. It had been a long time since a man had seen her this naked, let alone touched her like this. It felt good, but she didn't want to just let him get away with this, but it was hard to resist. When Drake's face got closer to her exposed sex, she knew she had to make a choice. Let this happen, or fight back. The former seemed more appealing, but she wanted to win. So, as he got closer, Izumi would go to wrap her legs around his head, squeezing as hard as she could in a tight head scissor, hopefully stopping him from getting to her most intimate area.

Drake would be caught off guard, by what even he would admit, an embarrassingly obvious counter by Izumi as her legs coiled around his neck. He would feel a strong tug behind his neck as her toned legs dragged his face straight in to her awaiting sex. "Urmph...mph!" Drake would let out as his shy nature would catch back up with him, leaving him too stunned to continue his attack, as he felt her most intimate and moist details smother his face. He would begin to raise his arms as if attempting to plead his innocence while he tried to move and squirm his face free, his warm blushing face rubbed against her crotch while her legs continued to squeeze until he stopped slowly regaining some sense.

Drake would fall to his side overloaded between the mixture of pleasure, pain, and confusion while he found it hard to breathe and even harder to escape her intoxicating scent as he found himself temporarily helpless as he became aroused. He would try to calm himself as best he could to try to stop breathing his warm breath against her moist lips. He knew he had to come up with a plan as fast as she had managed turn the tables on him otherwise she would be taking him home with her, not to mention there was little stopping her from capitalizing on this and attempting to mount his face. For the time being he would at least try to reach behind him and uncross her bare feet to release the pressure of her head scissors, hopefully enough to slip his head free before things took a turn for the worse.

Izumi managed to catch Drake between her legs before he managed to get his tongue against her lower lips. Squeezing as hard as she could, she wasn't about to let him beat her this early. No way in hell. Still, holding the head scissor proved to be a lot harder than she thought. Drake's face was still against her moist sex. She could feel his hot breath brush against her, sending shivers up her spine and pulling a moan from her. Involuntarily, she felt her grip with her legs loosen as a result. It was hard to focus on a hold when you had sensations like that to contend with as well. So it didn't take much effort on Drake's part to get her legs free.

Once she let go of him, she rolled away some to the corner, using it to get to a knee. Izumi had to take a moment to catch her breath. Not only had he gotten her hot and bothered, but now she had to fight without her bottoms as well. Not that that bothered her. She didn't care who saw her naked. It just meant that Drake had easy access to her if he got the free chance. But she wouldn't give him that chance. No way.