A Summertime Preview...

The crowd was beside themselves, the two wrestlers having exchanged orgasms in rapid succession. Akashi's fans called encouragement to their favorite, trying to urge her to kick out, while Marisa's cheered her reversal, pleased to see that their girl still seemed as skilled as ever.
For her part, Marisa finished sucking Akashi's juices from her fingers, promising that she'd have to go back for seconds at another time. She wriggled her firm rear against the other woman's breasts, settling in on what was an admittedly comfortable seat.
The ref's hand came down for a second time, as she called "Two!"

Akashi felt marisa wriggle against her and growled as her chest wobbled. When she heard the two count slap down, she threw her free leg up and kicked with all her might, throwing up her arms to try and send her body, and more importantly her shoulders, upwards towards Marisa, hoping to reach out and break the count as well as wrap her arms around Marisa's neck and pull her into a chokehold from behind.

Feeling Akashi's body surging beneath her, Marisa knew the other woman would be kicking out in time for the three count. However, before she could react, Akashi's arms came up around her neck as Marisa's hold on Akashi's leg was broken.
Quickly, she would try to slide her body off of the sumo's, looking to stretch one shapely leg out to try and rest it on the ropes before Akashi's could lay in with the chokehold, wanting to force a break...

Akashi was hoping to use a chokehold as a temporary transition into something more sensual. Combining her strengths as a wrestler with her experience in hentai was what made her dangerous in the hentai arena. But Marisa was able to turn her long body before Akashi could do anything else and get her leg on the rope.

Akashi put the squeeze on for a few seconds longer than she should have, breaking just before the ref's warning. She just wanted to make sure Marisa felt it a little before letting go, rolling away and hopping to her feet. She took a deep breath and gave Marisa some space to get up. She was ready, though, to get back into things as she bounced softly on her heels.

Marisa let out a low whistle as she got to her feet.
"Wow, you're good." she said sincerely. "Every bit a champion, even without a belt."
She cocked her head from side to side to shake off any lingering effects of Akashi's chokehold. The model also shook her legs, making sure she wasn't still weak kneed after being made to cum.
Stepping away from the ropes, she would approach Akashi, one hand held high as if she wanted to lock up with the sumo! Although, she had no intention of simply matching strength with her bigger opponent. If Akashi accepted the lockup, Marisa will seize the arm and pull the larger woman towards her, trying to upset her balance. The model would then attempt a drop toe hold to try and put Akashi on the mat, face down....

Akashi grinned at Marisa's words. "And you seem to fit that legend status pretty well also, Marisa-chan." Akashi said as she looked ready to dive back in. She lifted up her hands and took a step forward. When she saw Marisa lift up her hand as well, Akashi raised an eyebrow. Marisa wasn't seriously looking to put her strength against Akashi's, was she? Akashi almost felt she had to humor Marisa. Maybe she'd let the model feel good and push her back one or two steps before just bulldozing her back to the turnbuckle.

Akashi felt their fingers intertwine and licked her lips. She eyed Marisa, ready to try and intimidate her when she felt a sudden yank. She stumbled forward and was forced to the ground with a grunt as she was duped by Marisa's tricky drop toe hold.

Marisa figured that she would only be able to pull that partiular trick on Akashi once, so she had better make use of the takedown it offered her. Quickly moving close to Akashi's side, she would attempt to seize hold of the sumo's leg after squatting down, and pull it up so that is draped over the back of Marisa's head, secured by one of her arms. Then, bracing a knee against Akashi's back, she tried to finish locking in a stretch muffler submission hold. Although it would stretch Akashi's leg some, the model didn't pull down and exert pressure on the leg that would be settled over the back of her head, as would be the norm with such a hold. Instead with her free hand, she would reach between the sumo's legs, two of her her nimble fingers seeking to move under Akashi's thong to dip into her womanhood....

Akashi hit the ground with a thud and felt Marisa quickly advance on her, putting a knee against her back. She grunted as her beefy leg was tugged on, but even before Marisa failed to pull tightly on her leg, she knew exactly what was coming. The stretch muffler would be bad, but in this type of match, it wouldn't get Marisa anywhere.

When the fingers tugged at her bikini bottom, Akashi groaned. she felt the fingers begin to invade her womanhood and she let out a huff. Akashi shut his eyes tightly and pressed her head against the forehead. She clenched her teeth and pounded her fists against the ground. But she wasn't just going to give up just yet.

Akashi lifted up one hand and slammed her palm into the mat. She did the same thing with the other and tried to curl her free knee under her so she had essentially lifted Marisa part way off the ground. She just hoped if she could crawl her way to the ropes. She wasn't worried about whether she could. She knew she was stronger than the model. She was more worried about whether or not Marisa would make her cum before she made it there.

Similar thoughts were running through Marisa's mind as well. The idea that she could prevent the larger and stronger Akashi from making it into the ropes would've made her laugh if she wasn't in the ring with her at this moment. But, bringing enough pleasure to the sumo to make her halt her advance to the ropes was something the model might be able to do.

Marisa added a third finger into the sumo's sex, then began to to drive them rapidly in and out of Akashi's pussy. The American abandoned subtlety, using a 'brute force' method of finger-fucking Akashi, hard, fast thrusts of her wrist that sent her fingers forcefully into the sumo's depths, instead of the nimble caresses she was using earlier. Marisa hoped that such a switch would throw off Akashi's sexual resistance and slow the sumo's rush to the ropes....

Akashi grunted hard as she pushed herself up and began to drag Marisa towards the ropes like she was the model's personal sedan chair. Akashi thought she had it made and all she had to do was get to the ropes when she suddenly felt a third finger push inside of her. Akashi's eyes widened and she bit her lip but couldn't help but fall forward a bit. Her ass stuck out and gave the crowd a nice view of her pussy. Marisa also as able to continue to pound her and the hard thrusting forced Akashi into letting out loud, unladylike screams of ecstasy.

"GAAAAAANNNNNNNGHHHHHH!"

She panted and dug her fingers into the mat but such a rough fucking was hard for the sumo to resist. Few girls were ever able to match Akashi's sexual fervor and she could already feel an orgasm bubbling inside of her. She grunted and tried to use the pleasure to turn the engine in her body as she grunted hard and tried to keep dragging herself, and Marisa, towards the ropes. This time, however, the pace was slow and the crawl was long.