Mamouru Higurashi vs Amaya Tsuzuki

When designing her outfit she hadn't given much thought to how it would fare in a match against the men of Tension, regretting a couple of her design choices now as her outfit provided very little protection from Mamouru's rock hard body, much of her tits exposed to direct rubbing from the man's chest which was already beginning to drive her wild. However it was the one part of Mamouru that was only now growing as hard as the rest of his body that stole the first gentle moan from Amaya, the man's bulge pressing down firmly against the thin piece of fabric which separated her pussy from his touch, the former policewoman even beginning to blush as she felt his member pressing down between her pussy lips.

She knew how badly she was being handled already by Mamouru and knew she had to find a way to change that, yet as he whispered into her ear Amaya's eyes fluttered shut like a school girl overcome by the pleasure of her first kiss. "Its good you recognize that, perhaps you won't be too embarrassed when you lose to a real woman, as I'm no little girl like the rest of your conquests." Amaya replied even as she wiggled her body upward, enduring the thrilling sensation of grinding her crotch more firmly against his own for the few moments it would take to slide up enough to enact her true plan. Her hands would tangle themselves within the young man's hair only to then tug downward, yanking his head down towards the heavenly valley that was her breasts/

Mamouru chuckled softly into Amaya's ear. She was definitely a serious woman. But Mamouru had not only conquered little girls. If Amaya knew of the girls he had bedded, then perhaps she would think twice about what she was getting into. But he wasn't about to tell her that. Her confidence as a woman was almost as much of a turn on as the new sensation against his manhood, as he felt her softly rubbing against his shaft, even moaning because of it.

Mamouru thought he had Amaya in a good position until his hair was suddenly yanked firmly and he was forced into a pillowy cage that threatened to cut off his oxygen. His hands immediately came up and he pressed both his palms into the huge breasts, as he looked to brace himself and try to escape, even as the soft mounds brushed against his face and lips.

If Mamouru could have seen her face right then he would have seen just how much his hands pressing into her ample bosom effected the woman, Amaya's eyes fluttering open and closed while her lips parted as if to moan but she managed to suppress that at least. The last thing she needed was to give this man any more confidence than he already had after all. Luckily he wasn't trying to pry her breasts out of her outfit just yet, not that it would make much difference considering how little her attire covered her mounds.

Biting down gently upon her lower lip Amaya did her best to pull the boy's head down into her breasts but she was finding him to be a rather strong customer, having trouble locking him into the smother technique fully. Perhaps she just needed some leverage she thought to herself before sharply twisting her body to the left while pushing against the mat with her feet, trying to turn them over so that she was on top and pressing her breasts down over Mamouru's face.

Mamouru could guess what Amaya would try and do once she had the breast smother secure. He tried his best to spread his legs and keep them as wide as possible when he felt the jerking of her body. He couldn't resist her, he just hoped he had stabilized himself enough so that she couldn't totally flip hm. Or, at least, his lower half, which was now pressing hard into Amaya's crotch. He also kept a tight, firm grip on her breasts but she may not even NEED to flip him over. Her tits were so massive that he sore he felt them close around his head like a pair of Michelin Man arms.

All he could hope to do was try and tug at the breasts so he splayed them as wide a part as he could and fight with her hands while the rest of his body fought with hers. He was panting hard into the slick boobs, drooling and breathing against it as his lips were smeared against the sweet-smelling and soft flesh.

"Had she gone soft?" Amaya thought to herself as she struggled to reverse their positions with a quick roll only to have Mamouru block her, leaving her wondering if she had lost her edge since leaving the police force all those years ago. That line of thinking of course also made her feel a bit old right then, like she was some woman past her prime who thought she could still conquer a younger and more powerful male, but as proud as she was she didn't dwell too long on those thoughts as that sort of thinking would only make it come true. The fiery sensation in her crotch, which was only growing more intense the longer Mamouru rubbed his rock hard cock down upon her barely covered womanhood, also served to distract her from thinking too deeply, Amaya doing her best to focus upon trapping Mamouru instead of the other way around.

"You couldn't keep your eyes off of them but now you refuse to nestle her head against them, you are a strange one Mamouru." Amaya said trying to toy with the young man a little while she struggled to pull his face down against her breasts. The man's saliva dripping down upon her breasts was at the same time a strange sensation as well as a thrilling one, her tits glistening a little now under the arena lights as his drool mixed with her sweat, all the while his hands continuing to push her tits somewhat painfully to the sides.

Feeling his lips brush against her mounds however she realized she was moments away from locking in her hold, but to get there she would wrap her legs around the man's waist and give him a sudden and powerful squeeze to hopefully distract him from fighting her smother hold.

Mamouru grinned at Amaya's words. "I have an even better view now.' Mamouru teased. "But I'm no fool, Amaya-chan." He added. He struggled with her, but he was certain his hard manhood was distracting her quite nicely as they muscled back and forth, jockeying for position. Amaya's giant breasts were beginning to turn into weights against his head but he wasn't going to give up.

He had a plan but before he could enact it, he felt the tight squeeze on his waist. He groaned and was finally muscled onto his back with Amaya on top of him. Not a good position at all.The pillowy orbs shut him off from the bright arena lights but he still had a tight grip on the orbs. He was also not, thanks to gravity, pressing incredibly tightly against Amaya's sex with his throbbing manhood.

If she took his words at their face value, and the handsome young man was giving her no reason not to, Mamouru respected the woman that she was and didn't see her as just another girl he could conquer, at least not one he could do so easily. "I'm beginning to see that Mamouru, must say I find that alluring in a man but this is still going to end with me conquering you okay?" She replied in a soft and sweet voice, one that sounded much like the motherly tone she took with her daughter at times.

Her legs would put an end to his resistance as they wrapped around the man's midsection, squeezing tight like a vice to get the man's mind off of keeping himself on top and Amaya's breasts away from his face. Reversing their positions with a single quick roll Amaya wasted no time in pressing her chest down upon Mamouru's head, her body trembling lightly as she felt his lips, slick with saliva, sliding over her tits as she rubbed them back and forth against his face. "There we go, lets put you to sleep alright Mamouru-san?" Amaya said in a voice barely above a whisper while her hands kept her tits firmly against his face.

"Ugh who has who trapped here?" Amaya thought to herself as she felt another rubbing sensation against her crotch, glancing down to find Mamouru's cock seemingly about to burst right out of the guy's pants, thankful that the man couldn't see her face right then.

Mamouru wouldn't lose the match if he were knocked out, but he certainly wouldn't help himself if he was at her mercy either. But he could feel how hard his cock was pressing against Amaya's sex and he continued to try and thrust against it while he figured out his breast conundrum. Hopefully before he was out for good.

Amaya's suit was tight against her. It looked great and it seemed like it was an unfair advantage in a hentai match but Mamouru thought quickly and realized how precarious it really was. With the grip on her breasts, Mamouru tried to grab the edge of the uniform and yank it downward to fully expose her nipples so he could tease them with his fingers for as long as he had the oxygen to spare.

She and Mamouru had been locked in this steamy embrace for quite some time now and she still wasn't sure which of them truly had the advantage, even now with her on top and her breasts making breathing difficult for the young man she found it tough to say she was in control with the way his cock pressed against her sex. It was certainly distracting to say the least, the thin piece of fabric protecting her womanhood not doing much to lessen the rubbing sensation she was enduring, but it wasn't until Mamouru tugged her suit down, exposing the mountains that were her breasts, that she truly understood how much of a double edged sword this outfit was.

She tossed her head backwards to stare up into the arena lights once she felt those nimble fingers of Mamouru toying with her nipples, the little buds quickly stiffening at the man's touch while she did her best to stifle her moans. "As lovely as this is." Amaya began to speak once she realized she needed to break this hold and start fresh, "it seems you're having a bit too much fun underneath me."

Amaya would try to make a clean break then, her hands leaving her breasts only to slide them down along the sides of Mamouru's body where she would deliver matching blows to the man's ribs. Hopefully that would buy her the opening she needed to push herself up to her knees and then to rise back to her feet stepping away from the man.

Mamouru didn't think he was going to win the fight from the bottom position. He knew he was affecting her but to win with what amounted to second base action? He wouldn't expect to be able to do that to some nubile virgin kawaii, let alone someone who seemed to be a little knowledgeable about sex like Amaya. All he wanted to do was escape so when she began to back off, he didn't try to keep her any longer.

His fingers opened and let go of her chest. He groaned when she hit him in the sides but quickly rolled away and hopped to his feet, clutching his side with his hand. "Amaya-chan, how lovely." He said, admiring her quite exposed chest now. "I was enjoying myself and the view, but this is much nicer." Mamouru removed his hand from his side and crouched low as he began to circle Amaya. "I thought that suit might be an unfair advantage but it seems like it slips off rather easily. You're quite the exhibitionist, Amaya-chan."