Tables Hentai Match: Ame Hokori vs Isabella Snow

Ame was certainly pleased with the handiwork she had done on the "Northern Queen", and she was intent on going further. The match was still only in its warm up round, and she knew it. She stood, watching Isabella's bra cladded breasts with a mischievous grin. Isabella was known for being a impressive wrestler when it came to the mic and playing mind games, and while Ame had some abilities in it, she certainly wasn't a expert. Nevertheless, she wanted to use everything she could here, and she played along, "Getting ahead of yourself as usual senpai. After I win thought I'll be sure to put that table to more use as a make-shift dildo. I bet you have never had a splinter filled pussy before."

Ame waited for the girl to at least recover herself somewhat as Ame formulated some plans in her head to boost her chances in this match. Most of them were good, but she would only know if they were really good if she used them... if she got the chance to use them. "A perfect pair huh," she said thoughtfully still smiling. "I think I'll try those next then," she said, placing her hand out for yet another lock-up.

Ame laced up her fingers with the woman, keeping some bit of consciousness in her movement since she wasn't sure what the girl might pull. Even though she was prepared though, the girl's swift kick had caught her off guard before Ame could react. Certainly the Northern Queen had learned from the two's last lock-up since it was the exact same thing Ame had did. Although, the attack was a bit more fatal as Isabella went for Ame's crotch.

Ame knees buckle as she was hit, and although she wasn't a man and didn't have anything down there that would hurt that much, the attack certainly was painful from Isabella's power alone. She didn't intend to stay down or get the girl get too much ahead of herself with a upper hand in this match. She was the type of woman who gain momentum out of adrenaline, and her having the upper hand was certainly going to pump her full with adrenaline. Ame clung to Isabella desperately trying to get to her feet as she clawed at her skin and pulled at her shorts in the effort.

Even in the midst of pain, Ame couldn't help but laugh at the woman's own arrogance as Ame was literally at her feet. Albeit, she didn't intend to continue bowing the the girl like a dog at her knees. With some struggle, she managed to struggle to her feet just slightly and the pain gradually started to reside.

Albeit, in a match there was not a moment for her to get much time to breath though as she felt her breast being pulled on. Being anchored up by her breasts alone show as hell hurt and Ame groaned in agony as she was forcefully pulled to her knees. Isabella's next action was somewhere between a mix of extreme pain and relief as Ame was flung across the ring by her breasts, literally. Her bikini stripped away, as she laid on the ground she ran a hand over her nipple as she felt like it had been stretched to its limits by that last move. Nevertheless, it was still intact, albeit they hurt. Still in pain, she waited for Isabella, massaging her aching nipples, albeit apart of her didn't want to stand since she was interested in what would be the woman's next trick like a masochist.