Mamouru Higurashi vs Amaya Tsuzuki

While it had certainly been some time she she had laid with a man Amaya had been quite confidant her lightest touch would be enough to tame any boy the AFW could threw at her, but it seemed she was rustier than she had thought as Mamouru flat out insulted her skill in the bedroom. She knew it was likely just a ploy to get into her head but it worked all the same.

Amaya glared up into the man's eyes while her hand tightened around his member, squeezing it like a vice grip for a moment to punish him before backing off on the pressure, her hand picking up the pace as she slid it up and down his shaft. "Disappoint you? Little boy you'll be lucky if you can survive me." She said with an air of seriousness to her words that hadn't been there before, exchanging her playful tone for more of a threatening one.

Despite her tough words it was difficult not to reward Mamouru's efforts within her sex, a few low moans escaping her lips as his fingers delved past her pink lips, feeling her pussy growing wet in response to his decent enough touch. Leaning up she pressed her lips back against his, roughly kissing him while her hand released his cock entirely, but if he wondered why she would let him go he got his answer a second later as she would use the palm of her hand to fiercely rub the head of his throbbing member.

Mamouru was pleased when he heard those moans coming from Amaya's mouth. Her touch was stimulating him quite a bit and he moaned too, both of them playing only offense for the moment.

Mamouru pressed out and returned Amaya's kiss with fervor using his tongue to press into Amaya's wet member. When he felt her let go of his shaft, he raised an eyebrow only to feel her begin to rub his palm against his member. His eyes widened at the rather unusual contact. And he grinned. "Interesting, Amaya-chan." Mamouru whispered through a break in the kiss. Mamouru himself inserted another finger into Amaya's pussy and tried to probe her deeper with his fingering.

They're wasn't much room for defense in the duel the two were involved in at that moment, taking any amount of time to try defending meant giving the other time to get ahead and that was something Amaya was beginning to realize she couldn't afford. It was unusual for her to find a young man who could keep up with her like Mamouru was, even if it was only for a short time as he would no doubt fall behind before long. But now that Amaya was beginning to see just how good he was she knew she would have to stop taking it easy on him, or so she told herself.

She tried a new tactic as she shifted to focusing upon the most sensitive part of the cock, the head, rubbing it with the palm of her hand for which she was rewarded with a wide eyed look from Mamouru. "How good of you to notice." She replied with a wide grin, however he responded by adding another finger into her now wet pussy, Amaya nibbling upon his lower lip as their kiss resumed while looking for a way to shift things in her favor.

Mamouru's look of incredulity waned after Amaya spoke and he settled down, focusing on pumping his fingers hard into Amaya while she tried to rouse him from the tip of his manhood. It was certainly a unique way of going about things. And while Mamoru thought he might have the better position, he was still starting to get a little antsy.

"Amaya-chan, I don't think this is as thrilling for our spectators as it is for you and I." He cooed, staring at her. He then suddenly pulled his fingers out of her pussy and lifted them up. He tried to shove them quickly into Amaya's mouth to give her something to suck on, but more importantly to try and catch her off guard so that he could roll away and put some distance between them. He wasn't going to lose to a hand job, that was for sure. If she was going to beat him, she would do it at the cost of great risk to herself, or at the cost of some kind of humiliation. Mamouru smiled sinisterly. He didn't have to win by the terms of this match to be the winner. He knew that and if she was the sort of woman she claimed to be, she had better know that too.

Amaya wouldn't ever admit it to anyone, especially not to Mamouru, but with him on top and those fingers of his pounding into her sex she wasn't liking her odds if this little duel of theirs dragged on. It was a blow to her pride that the first man she found herself facing in a match could outperform her in what she saw as an equal contest, but it was one Amaya was confident she wouldn't remember after she put Mamouru in his place.

Their first true embrace had gone on far too long but being beneath Mamouru left her with few options as to how to break away, fortunately Mamouru seemed to have been thinking much the same thing as her. "I suppose you're right, its our job to put on a show after all." She replied with a low purr in her voice, smiling up at Mamouru even as he plucked his fingers from her sex and drove them between her lips. Her eyes widened in clear surprise but Amaya reacted quickly, gently biting down upon the man's fingers while her tongue caressed it, teasing him a bit before he managed to roll away from her.

Amaya was determined not to let any of her less than confident thoughts show on her face, rolling over quickly to get back up to her feet before Mamouru could do the same. "Well you certainly made a mess of my ring gear." She commented while running her hands down along her body and the ruined remains of her outfit, letting out a disappointed sigh before she took a few steps across the ring towards Mamouru. "You will have to pay for the repairs you know?"

Mamouru stood up and watched Amaya's sultry posing. He, himself had his shorts on still, but they were tented in a thoroughly obvious manner. He decided that he did not need to fool around anymore and slid them off, exposing his stiff manhood tot he whistles and cat calls that derived from the females in attendance.

"I'm not paying for a thing, Amaya-chan." Mamour said, taking a single step forward as they were almost chest to chest. "What did you expect would happen to it in this type of match? Clearly what we all see is your intended result."

Mamouru shot his arms forward suddenly and tried to catch Amaya off guard with a swift elbow-colalr tie up, trying to drive her back towards a corner.

Amaya playfully tilted her head to the side as she watched the young man strip away his shorts, exposing his manhood much to the delight of the female portion of their audience, Amaya gazing out over the crowd as she thought about how jealous a lot of them were of her right then, even if she didn't want Mamouru inside of her like they no doubt did. "Seems you have some admirers Mamouru." She said with a teasing laugh, gesturing towards the audience all around them with a wave of her hand.

"Oh, am I found out?" Amaya replied with a seductive air to her voice, the woman leaning closer towards Mamouru until her breasts were gently pressing against his firm chest. "Perhaps I expected a gentleman, or maybe you're right and I wanted this, question is what will you do now?" She said before poking the man in his shoulder.

The suddenness with which he acted took Amaya by surprise, the woman starting to struggle too late as he had her pinned against the corner before she could stop herself. With nowhere else to go now Amaya braced herself against the corner and pushed against him, trying to then tug his head down and catch him in a headlock with the side of his face rubbing against the side of her breast.

Mamouru was successfully able to push Amaya back to the corner and thought he had a good position. But before he could do anything with it, she put him in another headlock. She was quite insistent that Mamouru get well acquainted with her lovely tits. Which wasn't so bad in part. But he wasn't going to just let her do whatever.

He reached out with his arm and grabbed the top rope. He then put his leg on the bottom to brace himself and using his bent over position, thrust the palm of his free hand into Amaya's breast to try and jam it up into the girl's face. Maybe SHE should get to know the pair of lovely tits better as he tried to use his palm to keep the breasts up and over her face while he tried to make her release her grip on the headlock.

Amaya didn't have much in the way of options now that Mamouru had managed to pin her back against the corner, falling back on the headlock to keep him at bay for the moment, but with her clothing little more than tattered remains Amaya's sex was open to attack. Of course Mamouru's manhood was just as exposed, but she had her hands full just trying to keep him contained and couldn't properly take advantage. Once again they had reached a stalemate. Amaya growing more impressed with Mamouru because of it.

She was silently debating whether or not to tell the young man that when he took her by surprise, pressing upward upon one of her breasts until she was being smothered by her own mound. While she was able to turn her head enough to breathe Mamouru's gambit paid off as her hold on his neck loosened up just enough for him to slip through.

Mamouru wriggled his head free when he felt his ploy work. He tried to continue to fight with her and push her own breast up into her face. Even if he couldn't do anything more than distract her, that would certainly be good enough for what he needed as he lifted one leg and put it on the bottom rope. Then he tried to use his position to thrust his hips and try and press the tip of his cock into the folds of her luscious, exposed pussy. He knew if he wanted to really get her attention, than this would definitely be the best way.