A Summertime Preview...

The model turned her head as Akashi called her name, her eyebrows raising as the former champion made her point.
"Akashi, do you let yourself stay trapped in an opponent's submission hold without making an attempt to escape, or to make it to the ropes?" she replied. "When you face someone who isn't as strong as you, don't they try to use speed to try and stay out of your grasp? Why shouldn't it be the same in a hentai match? After all, you would just hold me down and ravish me over and over until I couldn't cum anymore if you could."
However, Marisa paused in her escape attempt to the ropes.
"But...you accused me of being afraid of you, of 'keeping my body away from you', right?" she said evenly. "And I can't let that go unanswered. Alright then how about this? No more wrestling, instead we simply try fuck the other into exhaustion. You don't use your size and strength to keep me held, I don't run into the ropes."

Akashi grinned at Marisa. "I don't see a problem with that, Marisa-chan." She said as she sat up and puffed out her chest. "Especially this kind of match, you should definitely be running away. It's not that I don't blame you, but there also comes a time, especially in this kind of match, when you just have to put your pussies to the test and see whose come out on top.

Akashi leaned back and pressed her hand against the canvas. She then spread her legs and slid her hand between her legs and spread her pussy lips to invite Marisa.

"I just want to fuck you until you scream and then pin you one, two, three, Marisa-chan. Everyone here wants to know who is the better woman where it counts. Not who is the strongest or fastest."

Approaching Akashi, Marisa laid down on her side, docking her body with the sumo's, her sex pressing against her opponent's as she assumed a 'scissors' trib position.
"You make a pretty good point. And this way, there are no doubts on who's the one who fucks the other silly..." she said.

With that, the model began rolling her hips sinuously, trying to use her the lips of her sex to press down on the stud of Akashi's piercing. She let out a low moan at the feel of Akashi's sex against the smooth lips of her pussy.
Marisa began to wonder if she should've stalled for time before locking up with Akashi in this postion. Already worked up from having the sexy sumo's skilled tongue at her clit, her opponent could feel the wetness of the model's womanhood as they moved against each other.

Akashi grinned as Marisa saw things her way. The big Sumo moaned wen the two began to sensually kiss. She could feel the warmth of the model and their grinding really sparked bolts of pleasure within her. "Mmmmmmnnnnn...."

As pleasurable as it was to lock up against Marisa, Akashi knew that she had the advantage. Not just with the clit piercing but also because she'd already revved Marisa up a bit.

When they were getting a Rhythm, Akashi pushed her hands down to get a grip on Marisa's ankles and hold her in place while she undulated her body so she could slap Marisa's pussy and drag her own across her sexy foe's, looking to take it to Marisa in their new battle.

The model moved her hips in time with Akashi, looking to keep as much pressure on the sumo as possible.
"Unnn...oh god..." she breathed as Akashi struck back, grabbing her ankles and forcing her own hips against Marisa's, making her sex slap audibly against the American's.
She closed her eyes as she felt her pussy starting to build towards another orgasm, but she continued on, moving her hips in circular motions to try and cause Akashi's pierced clit to move itself about and try and break the Japanese woman's rhythm with the pleasure that would cause...

Akashi picked up the pace of her groaning as Marisa tried to change tactics. "Hnnnnnngh!" She grunted through clenched teeth as she threw her head back. Her big tits wobbled from the slapping and she knew that she had to do what she was good at doing. She couldn't let Marisa make her orgasm when she had already teased the girl. She was also surprised at what she was trying to do with Akashi's clit piercing too. It COULD be a double edged sword. But Akashi wasn't going to let it.

She knew that grinding worked well into Marisa's sensual ploy and so she decided to pull back when she slapped and turn their grind into a pussy slap fight, Akashi still using her strength against Marisa's agility in this new kind of battle. She hoped her hard thrusting would be able to overcome Marisa's maneuvering and put the model over the edge once again.

The model let out a shuddering moan as Akashi continued to make her pussy slap against hers. Feeling herself starting to surge towards and orgasm, Marisa knew she had to find a way to be able to blunt the force of Akashi's hard thrusts.

Groaning, she altered her rhythm to match the sumo's. When Akashi pulled back, Marisa moved her hips forward, keeping their pussies together, then doing the same when the Asian thrust forward. Marisa hoped that the ploy would be able to stop the devastating slap of Akashi's sex against her own, while keeping a grinding, rubbing friction on the pink, pierced bud of the sumo' clit.

"Unn...come on, cum for me, Akashi...." she breathed huskily...

Akashi licked her lips as Marisa moaned hard. She knew she had her, she just had to pound the orgasm out of her. But when she pulled out, she felt Marisa chase and their pussies remained locked in a tight kiss. Akashi's eyes widened as Marisa rubbed against her. The sumo tried to pull away, but every time she did, Marisa began to chase. Akashi was getting frustrated by Marisa's tactic but worse yet, she was getting close to another orgasm.

"Rrnnnnngh!" Akashi's growl turned into a hard moan as she dug her fingers into Marisa's ankles. She threw her head back and tired to go at Marisa the way she was coming at her. Except Akashi rubbed the opposite way. She began to pant hard and threw a glare at Marisa's words.

"Haaaanh! Haaaanh!" She moaned again and her face turned red. She knew the orgasm was coming from Marisa's rubbing and it was just a matter of time. But cheeks turned read as she tried to hold it in. She couldn't believe that Marisa had gotten her to cum first even though she'd had her tongue buried deeply in the model's pussy!

Akashi let go of Marisa's ankles and flopped onto her back. Her body shivv3ered but she still hadn't cum yet. Her face contorted as she was trying to hold it in. She wasn't stubbornly trying to keep herself from orgasming, she knew she couldn't She was just trying to take Marisa with her. While she was on her back, she tried to buck her hips upward in an attempt to engulf Marisa's clit with her pussy lips.

If she could manage that, she'd let it go and scream into the arena a loud and hard orgasm, looking to flood Marisa's sensitive pussy with a torrent of her own hot cum and juices.

The rubbing tactic Marisa was using also took it's toll on the model, not to mention the erotic sight of Akashi's facial expressions as her lust grew and built towards another orgasm. Her clit grew incredibly hard, and being pressed up against the sumo's own pierced love pearl, every rub sent pleasure through her aroused sex. She sat up as much as she could in their entwined position, treating herself to a better view of Akashi's body.

*A little more...a little more* the Platnium Blond told herself mentally, controlling her hip's movements instead of giving in to the urge to wildly thrust away.
However, the former champion let go of Marisa's legs, and with a shift and thrust of her lower body, took the model's clit between the soft lips of her pussy. Her eyes widening at the sudden sensation, Marisa almost came right there, staving of her climax by force of will.

But then Akashi came.

Marisa, through her clit, felt the wild pulsing of the Asian's sex as well as the hard squirt of Akashi's love juices entering her. Added to the fact that she was looking at Akashi's face as the sumo screamed in ecstasy, the eroticism overwhelmed her.
"Ohhhhhh YES! Oh my god!" she cried out, as she climaxed arching her back her breasts with their hard pink nipples on display.
It was one of the most intense orgasms of her AFW career, and it left her panting and moaning. She would untangle herself from Akashi's legs and slump forward on top of her opponent, more out of sexual habit and fatigue then out of a plan to start a pin attempt. Her head rested on one of the Asian's massive breasts, her breath gusting along the nipple as she tried to catch her breath.
Somewhere, dimly, Marisa heard the referee calling "One!" and the thump of a hand hitting the mat.

Akashi felt like she was plastered against the mat after that orgasm. She was staring up at the lights, panting heavily and every muscle in her body seemed to be numb, except one. Her pussy twitched and she shivered as she still felt small ripples of pleasure in her body. Her only consolation was that Marisa was definitely feeling the same. It'd be a while before either of them did much of anything and she fully expected the ref to begin counting them both out. Only, that didn't happen.

Akashi's eyes widened and she couldn't help but gasp in terse pleasure as Marisa fell forward on top on top of her. She groaned as she felt her large breast being used as a pillow and groaned when the soft breaths tickled her stiff nipple.

"nnnnn...." She groaned and tried her best to pull up her hands when she heard the ref slap down the one count.

Inside Akashi was stirring. Her eyes darted around frantically and she tried to forc e her body into action. She tried to move her arms but they only bent at the elbows as she clutched Marisa's shoulders. She dug her fingers into them but it only felt like she was hugging Marisa close to her.

"Two!"

The worst part was, as she tried to command her body to just give one simple shove was that it looked like Marisa was sleeping peacefully. She didn't know for sure if that was the case or not, but from her point of view Marisa could have passed out from the orgasm and it wouldn't have mattered.

"F-FUCK!" Akashi shouted. If she had only managed to hold out a little longer, would the situations be reversed? Was she really going to lose to someone who was passed out... or close to it?! Akashi's mind was awake but her body wasn't cooperating. She could still feel juices leaking from her pussy and shuddered as the ref slapped the third and final count of the match.

"Three!"