The Basement Bash - Blossom Fields vs. Nakamoto Chiharu

Blossom reached up and flicked her in the nose, smiling down on Chiharu. She might lose this war - Chiharu was a sex bomb, and she was only playing with sticks. But that didn't mean she could have some fun in the process.

She leaned down and kissed her squarely on the lips, savoring Chiharu's taste for a moment, enjoying the warmth of her larger body. When that moment passed, she began to plant ginger kisses all along her neck, going lower and lower and lower, until her lips finally reached her slick chest. She nuzzled it, sniffed deep, and looked back up at her opponent with a tender smile.

Chiharu had no hope of escape, and so she decided right then that she would just enjoy whatever Blossom decided to do to her. Once she had orgasmed, the American would let her free of the handcuffs, and then she could exact a little revenge on the smaller fighter…

“Mmmmm…” Chiharu moaned into Blossomâ€s mouth as the little American girl kissed her square on the lips. She wiggled her body, rubbing her breasts and belly across Blossomâ€s torso, looking to stimulate the American a little even as the American was stimulating her. Her efforts in that regard would be stifled, however, when Blossom began to kiss her way down her long, dark body, her face finally settling down in between Chiharuâ€s pillowy breasts. “Ohohoho…” she chuckled as she felt her opponent nuzzling her breasts. When Blossom smiled at her, Chiharu had no trouble giving her a big smile in reply.

Blossom was eager to please and Chiharu was eager to be pleased. They made a good match.

Blossom's nuzzling pushed past the fabric and began to kiss as the bare skin beneath - licking at it, suckling at it, even giving it the occasional nibble. Chiharu tasted wonder and smelled of a luscious heady fragrance that filled Blossom's mind and drove her wild with desire - she wanted as much of their skin touching as humanly possible.

She moved her thigh between Chiharu's leg and began to work a up a slow but steady rhythm, up and down, dragging her tongue across Chiharu's chest with every lift.

Chiharu giggled and purred as Blossom nuzzled her pretty little face still deeper between Chiharuâ€s tan breasts, licking and sucking at the smooth, soft flesh. “Oooh!” Chiharu breathed, with a big smile. “Seems like someone wants a little suckle, huh, Blossom-chan?” she teased gently. “If you want to suckle on my nipple, thatâ€s okay—you wonâ€t get any milk, but I have been told that it is delicious anyway!” She punctuated that statement with a loud laugh, which quickly turned into a moan as Blossomâ€s thigh slotted itself in in between Chiharuâ€s legs and began rubbing rhythmically at the Japanese beautyâ€s sex. Chiharuâ€s vagina, already getting a little moist once again, was quickly getting wetter as Blossom stimulated her in a multitude of ways.

Faster. Harder. Quicker.

Blossom ground into Chiharu with more and more vigor in each passing second, increasing the steady rhythm as she felt the moistness start to build. True, she didn't have much experience, here - none at all, really. But she knew what would stimulate her, what would make her hot. From there, it was only a simple matter of applying the same logic to Chiharu and getting the job done.

Blossom kept on grinding into Chiharuâ€s body, and, immobilized and powerless to stop her opponent as she was, Chiharu would simply enjoy it. She wouldnâ€t fight the orgasm which was building up inside of her. As the little Americanâ€s face nuzzled in between her breasts and the girlâ€s thigh rubbed up and down across her sex, Chiharu would pant heavily, every few seconds letting out an appreciative moan of pleasure.

Despite the fact that the American didnâ€t seem to have much experience with this sort of thing, Blossom was doing a good job. Chiharu had always been inclined towards heavy toy use, but there was something to be said for an old-fashioned, machineless orgasm such as the one Blossom was building her towards. Chiharuâ€s body would wiggle beneath her opponent as the girl continued to stimulate her, and it was certainly obvious to both of them that Chiharu would not last too much longer…

Laying on top of a beautiful, albeit handcuffed woman in the throes of passion, undulating underneath you, writhing with pleasure - if there was a more relaxing way to spend one's time, Blossom couldn't imagine it.

She reached a feverish pace, getting warm herself and knowing that wasn't the best thing, strategically speaking - when Chiharu got loose, she'd be wide open and oh-so vulnerable and ready for the taking. But that was the fun of it, right? Why do a match like this if you're not going to get into it.

So Blossom got into it, burying her face in Chiharu's chest and running her tongue up between those glistening breasts. "Almost there?"

Blossom was good at this. That much was clear to Chiharu as the little American continued to stimulate her, mouth running up and down her breasts, thigh sliding gently up and down against her moist sex. Yes, Chiharu was almost there. She was seconds away—there was no reason for her to hold it back at all. The sooner she orgasmed, the sooner she would have a chance to exact some revenge—and not only that, but she would feel absolutely fantastic after orgasming.

“Ooooh…you are good, Blossom-chan…even better than I expected…ah, yeah…” Chiharu moaned, wiggling back and forth underneath her opponent. Blossom seemed to get even more excited, burying her face between Chiharuâ€s breasts and wildly licking at them. “Oh…yeah. Almost there…mmm…” Chiharu moaned as she felt the spark inside of her building up into a raging fire.

Aw, a compliment. It was a weird thing to be proud of, but Blossom would take it with open arms. She was never one to turn down a kind word, and being able to please a sexual goddess like this was...quite humbling. To put it a mild way.

She looked up, resting her chin on Chiharu's chest, laying there for a second to just enjoy the look on her face. She had to be up there. She had to move up Chiharu body, sliding along the slick skin to give her a cute peck on the lip, running her tongue along those succulent lips, hoping it would be enough, just enough to push her over the edge, smiling down in the moaning woman's face with anticipation - she had the feeling Chiharu's face was going to be quite epic, indeed.

Chiharu was pretty close to shameless when it came to sex. Sex was her life. Everything else was a sideshow, a distraction, at the very best a precursor to the act which she loved so much. She didnâ€t think twice about welcoming this little stranger to her home half-naked, and she furthermore did not care to show any sort of restraint as she was pleasured. Her moans were loud and echoed throughout the dungeon, and they were only getting louder as Blossom brought her closer and closer to orgasm, until, at last, Chiharu would go over the edge.

“Mmmmh…oh, yes…” Chiharu purred, as Blossom slid up her body, thigh brushing once more across Chiharuâ€s sex as she would move up and lap at the statuesque Japanese beautyâ€s lips. Chiharu would let herself cry out in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, juices soaking her nether regions as her whole body would tense up.