Tee Shirt Throw-Down! (Heather vs Yatori)

Yatori's slightly-lolling head snapped up warily at the renewed sound and vibrations from Heather, but then the mafiosi winced as the quick motion proved too sharp for her recovering head. "Ghhh-ooofff!" The brown-haired girl managed to use her hands to protect her head from hitting the mat, but she was laid out on her back with the resurgent Heather atop of her.

Slamming into Yatori, Heather would be able to take the girl down onto the mat, getting on top of her and securing the position. This was just all too good and Heather couldn't help but grin at the girl as she would shuffle up her. "Picked the wrong girl to make your return against." Heather would say as she would try to sit on Yatori's chest, trying to pull her head up by her hair and force it into her thighs before she would roll to her side with her, trying to lock her into a tight headscissor hold.

Yatori only managed to get out a grunt of protest when Heather grabbed handfuls of her light brown hair to serve as handholds. Then her pretty head was hauled into the sexy vise of her opponent's lovely thighs, trapping her in a very warm and very tight spot while lying her side.

But Heather had made one crucial mistake in her bid to dominate Yatori. She placed her crotch within reach of the other girl's mouth. And that was a very bad (or very nice, depending on the perspective) place to be.

The mafiosi would press her lips upon Heather's lacy black panties for a teasing kiss that would quickly turn torrid as Yatori began running her tongue up and down the thin fabric of the triangle, wetting it with her saliva, pressing that slowly-soaking material into its wearer's womanhood with the tip of her tongue. Her hands would stroke the buttocks left bare by her opponent's panties, Yatori aiming to pick open the lock that was Heather's legs through sensual finesse.

"Heh there we go.." Heather let out as she squeezed hard in the headscissors. She was fully confident t hat she could weaken Yatori quite a bit in this position, thinking that she was just pushing herself quite close to a victory in this match. That was until she would feel Yatori's retaliation.

Heather gasped a little as she felt Yatori's lips on her crotch, trying to endure that but the second she felt her tongue running up and down and her hands stroking her butt, she couldn't take it. She would let out a little moan before quickly releasing the headscissors, rolling away and getting up onto one knee. "Kh..D-damnit.." Heather let out, her face a deeper shade of red from that move.

A needful moan hissed out of Yatori's mouth as her one-sided French kiss ended abruptly when Heather hastily released her. The mafiosi settled upon her front, forearms propping up her upper torso as if she were a lioness in repose, and surveyed her retreating opponent through amused emerald eyes. While taking the chance to recover her breath and strength -she had broken into a light sweat during the headscissors, and her shirt was starting to absorb some of the salty perspiration-, Yatori also made sure to tease her flustered foe.

"Mmm," she declared while licking and smacking her rosy red lips, which faintly smelt and tasted like the fabric that they had been partaking of just moments ago. "Thanks for the taste test, Heather-chan... now come back here so I can enjoy my buffet meal..."

If that succeeds in goading Heather into attacking, Yatori would spring from the mat like a pouncing cat to tackle her opponent's belly and bear her down to the mat in a repeat of the move that had put her down earlier for the headscissor. Turnabout was fair play, after all, and irony was delicious. Otherwise, she would just remain in place, resting herself as best as she could, her headache all but gone and her breath returning in good order.

"N-nh..Sh-shut up! That's about all you'll get until I beat you s-so forget it!" Heather let out, though unable to hide that deep blush that was still on her face, the girl's teasing flustering her even more, causing her to act a bit hastily in charging straight towards Yatori.

However, before she could do anything of the sort, her charge would be met by Yatori's counter, feeling the girl ram into her belly, tackling her down onto the mat just as Heather had done before, placing Yatori on top of her. "H-hah!?" Heather let out, shaking and struggling underneath the girl, frantically trying to get out from under her. "G-get off me!!"

Yatori let out a playful "Meow!" right before she bowled into the blushing Heather and bore her down to the mat. The brown-haired mafiosi grinned as she adroitly rode out the frantic bucking of the panicked purple-haired girl, aiming not to pin her opponent but to simply stay on top of her for her next attack. "Nyah, nyah!" she giggled before clamping her mouth upon Heather's right breast, which was still clad by the latter's tee shirt. Yatori would lavish love upon the cotton-covered tip of that peak, gently teething and tonguing and nibbling and suckling the sensitive teat as long as she could keep her lips around it.

Yatori's cat noises were flustering Heather even more, causing her to blush even deeper as the girl rode out her struggles, remaining on top of her. She would feel her clamp her mouth upon her breast, causing Heather's eyes to widen as she did her work. Her nipples hardened quite a bit, visible through her shirt as the girl kept her lips around her breast, Heather still struggling underneath her. "Ah-hah..haaahn..s-stop that!" Heather let out, desperately trying to push Yatori off her.

The swiftly growing firmness caught within her lips thrilled Yatori, who brought her right hand up to Heather's left breast, fingers eager to add to her victim's please. But before she could 'reward' her playmate for the swell response, the mafiosi was finally shoved away, her mouth popping off the other girl's nipple with a yowl of surprise.

Landing an arm's length away from Heather, she quickly scrabbled onto all fours, keeping up the feline act as a tease. "Mrrrowl," Yatori purred, her limps propping up her lithe body as she poised to pounce on Heather's left breast for a similar attack, a playful lioness intent on eventually eating her hapless opponent.

Heather was able to shove Yatori off her just in time to avoid getting more of the girl's sexual treatment, her heart racing from how aroused the mafiosi had already gotten her. She would sit herself up, shaking her head to try and regain herself as she saw the girl on all fours just an arm's length away from her.

She clicked her tongue, her face still a full red as the girl's purring embarrassed her even more. She could tell the girl was about to pounce on her again and Heather couldn't let that happen. She would remain where she was, but would try to prepare herself, intent on countering Yatori's pounce and going to attempt to roll them over so Heather was on top instead.