Mamouru Higurashi vs Amaya Tsuzuki

Amaya had certainly been known for being a little rough with her suspects back when she worked as a policewoman, but only those lucky enough to be invited into her bedroom had ever discovered she could be more than a little rough there as well, as well as liking it rough in return. As pleasant as the man's hardened member rubbing up against her crotch had been it would take much more than just a little light teasing to throw her off her game, a few punches to the man's ribs all that was required for her to make a clean break from him.

As she rose to her feet Amaya glanced down over the front of her outfit to check upon its condition though she had already had a fairly good idea what she would find, her breasts now fully exposed to both Mamouru and the now ecstatic crowd. "Well I can't say I'd argue with you there Mamouru." She replied with an amused grin while her warm brown eyes rose back up to gaze upon her young opponent, her hands sliding up along the curve of her ample bust as she teased the young man a little more.

"What can I say, I have little use for modesty and how boring it is, isn't this outfit much more fun?" She said teasingly while circling the ring to keep Mamouru in front of her at all times. She would let this go on for as long as Mamouru desired, waiting for him to move in close so she could try to slip in behind him and wrap her arms around his neck for a choke hold.

Mamouru listened to Amaya banter and smiled. "It is a much more desirable outfit, Amaya-chan." He said as he eyed her. He knew he needed to be more cautious. He was a technical and submissions style wrestler, but going low didn't seem to work. Maybe it was better to see what kind of offense Amaya could produce? Outside of rolling around and breasts smothers. He faked low and watched her try and circle around. Mamouru ducked and felt Amaya lock him in a chokehold.

one of Mamouru's arms went up and he gripped Amaya's hair tightly. He left the other one free for now. He grinned as he could feel her hard nipples pressing into him. A contrast between the soft, pillowy orbs they adorned. "You sure do like to choke, Ayama-chan." Mamouru grunted as he kept trying to keep his knees bent and his body low to try and force her to remain hunched over. He also made sure to keep a tight grip on Ayamay's heir. If she liked it rough, Mamouru could certainly oblige.

The way they were moving around the ring felt more like a dance to Amaya than any type of fight she was used to, both of them circling the other looking for an opening to make their move. Despite having just come out of their first exchange Amaya knew little more about Mamouru's style than she had when their match began, forcing herself to remain cautious of the young stud waiting for him to make the first move. After a time Mamouru would duck low and come in, Amaya taking the chance to slip in behind the man, leaning over his back to wrap her arms around his neck catching him in the classic choke hold.

Squeezing Mamouru against her body Amaya felt herself blushing again already as her exposed breasts pressed firmly against his back, her nipples digging into his skin. Amaya didn't relish having to maintain her hold over him while hunched over as she was, trying to pull back on his neck so that he was forced to straight up but she just didn't have the leverage she needed to pull it off, especially with his fingers tangled up in her hair keeping her head where it was. "Perhaps I do Mamouru, you'd be surprised how many haughty boys give up once my arms around their neck." She replied, referring to her time as a police officer though he likely didn't know that.

Mamouru felt Amaya try and struggle and pull him up. He wasn't going to let her if he could, but with his neck stuck in the chokehold, he wouldn't be able to do much at all if he just let her choke him out. He did have a plan though.

He let his fingers dig into Amaya's hair even more and reached up with his free hand so he could try and grab at one of Amaya's hard nipples and twist it like a dial. If he could manage that, he would then try and use his grip on her hair and breast to flip Amaya ober like a snapmare.

Amaya wasn't making any progress in hoisting the man up as he stubbornly refused to straighten up, reminded oddly enough of all the times her daughter had scolded her for not standing up straight as it wasn't very lady like, Amaya knowing full well how reversed that was and the thought made her giggle in Mamouru's ear. Returning her thoughts to the task at hand she settled with tightening her grip upon the man's neck, looking to weaken him a bit further by cutting off his air supply before she would try pulling him up again.

The tugging upon her hair was annoying but it wasn't anything she couldn't put up with for the time being, not letting it distract her from keeping her arm firmly around Mamouru's neck, but the sudden pain in her swollen nipple was an entirely different story. "Gawh let go of that!" She said almost shouting at the young man in the same voice she once used to shout at suspects who resisted, crying out even louder as she felt his fingers yank down sharply upon her hair and breast, her eyes wide in surprise as she felt her feet leave the ground and then a moment later feeling her backside drop down upon the mat.

Mamouru managed to flip Amaya over him and onto the mat. He fell to his knees, panting softly against Amaya's face while he tried to catch his breath. The chokes were wearing him down a bit but he did what he wanted to. Now that he stared down into Amaya's eyes. he smiled. This WAS a hentai match after all and Mamouru was a little curious.

He inched his body and reached out with one hand to put his fingers back into Amaya's hair. He then leaned forward, looking to plunge his tongue deep into Amaya's mouth for a sensual French kiss while his free hand reached down to try and start tearing away at the sexy yet pesky suit Amaya wore.

Amaya felt as if she was back at the police academy after having been thrown by one of her teachers, of course then she had been wearing a sports bra and shirt so her breasts hadn't bounced up into her face as they had just now. The woman let out a low groan as she rubbed her now sore back, thinking in the back of her mind that she needed to get moving but before she could put said plan into action Mamouru dropped down onto his knees and took yet another firm hold of her brown hair. "Hey hair pulling isn't exactly the chivalrous thing Mam...mmmmm." Amaya began to say only for the man to rudely interrupt her with a forceful kiss.

Her eyes opened wide at first but within moments the look of shock on Amaya's face was replaced with one of happy indifference, deciding to just go along with Mamouru for now as she returned his kiss, her tongue sliding up along the boy's own wet muscle as she met his enthusiasm with some of her own. This moment almost felt romantic to Amaya, that was until she felt the man's eager hands tearing at her body suit, Amaya squirming underneath him now as she felt the black mesh which formed a large part of her suit began to rip in several places, leaving her looking quite lewd in the process.

The sound of her suit tearing drove Amaya to do more than just enjoy his kiss, her left arm reaching up to wrap around Mamouru's head in a bid to keep him locked in that kiss. Amaya had much more amusing ideas for her right hand thought, the woman moaning into the boy's mouth as a means to distract him while she slid her hand along his stomach in the pursuit of slipping it beneath the man's shorts, for there was something he had that she suddenly found herself wanting to play with.

Mamouru enjoyed the kiss and the dominating position as their tongues wrestled. It gave the crowd quite a show but the words Amaya was trying to say before he cut her off made him grin. Didn't she say that she was a big girl? Either way the kiss was nice. An older woman had the experience in the more finessy aspects of making love than an eager young girl eager to be deflowered. And Mamouru could appreciate it.

But their lip lock turned into a different kind of lock when Amaya squeezed his head. No choke this time but he was stuck for the moment. He tugged just to see the grip Amaya had but left it. he felt her other hand start to race down his body and he knew what was coming.

He instantly began to tear at Amaya's outfit with even more zeal trying to expose her sex. He couldn't get there first and when she grabbed his hard shaft, he moaned. He couldn't help himself at the touch and his rod throbbed in her grip. But even if he couldn't get there first, it didn't mean he couldn't get there and his hands shot through, underneath the torn fabric and sought out Amaya's honeypot with his own fingers.

He wasn't a bad kisser she thought to herself as their tongues mingled within their mouths, Amaya not fighting against him in their kiss but rather trying to guide his tongue slowly into her own mouth. Once she had it deep within her mouth she would gently bite down upon his tongue, her lips massaging his pink muscle while her tongue lashed against it every so slowly. Once more she found herself wondering how she stacked up against the little girls he had faced before, confident that she was far more of a woman than any of his past conquests.

"How do I stack up to your conquests Mamouru?" Amaya asked herself while continuing their kiss, feeling his head lift up only once against her arm which she held firm against him. He did not try again which told her Mamouru had no intention of pulling away from her just yet, the ferocity his hand was displaying as it tore at her suit only further proof of that.

It was quite obvious what the boy intended for her and while it would have been an enticing offer at any other time this was a match and she couldn't just let him have his way like this. Her own hand would race against his and in the end it was Amaya who crossed the finish line first, her fingers closing around Mamouru's shaft the instant she felt it against her finger tips, lightly stroking it and giggling into their kiss as she felt it harden within hr grasp.

Only then would Amaya seek to break their kiss, releasing the boy's tongue before she would lick along his cheek. She was interrupted by her own low moan as Mamouru's fingers sunk into her sex, but if he was expecting more than that he would have to go out in search of someone who hadn't birthed a child. Not that she wasn't still fairly tight down there but he would have to up his game to really get her going. "Oh so you can find a woman's pussy, well done Mamouru, but tell me, how does this feel?" Amaya whispered to the boy before nibbling upon his bottom lip, giggling all the while as her hand pumped the man's cock at what was surely an agonizingly slow pace for him, her thumb swirling about on the head of the throbbing member with each pass.

Mamouru groaned when she felt Amaya grab his shaft. He moaned softly for her but he didn't stop his efforts. "Amaya-chan. You'll have to do better than just finding the mark as well. I'm sure you have plenty of experience, so let's see it. If all I wanted was a hand job, then I could go down to the bar for a few minutes and pick out a floozy." He turned and threw a glance at her.

"I want to see what a real woman like yourself is capable of. Don't disappoint me, Amaya-chan." although he was truly serious with his words, he also hoped that maybe he could make her pause a bit. That maybe he could make her consider that just trying to stroke him off wouldn't work. Maybe even make her question her own skill? He could only hope.

Mamouru began to expertly dip two fingers into Amaya's folds and slid them deftly in, out and up and down, just exploring the pink opening for now. He, too, wasn't going to pull out all his tricks just yet. He probably wouldn't get to enjoy Amaya outside of this match so he had to take his time as well. He also moved his thumb to begin to try and tease her clit to life as well.