Suzuki Adachi VS Sheila Morgan: Maid for War

[Caborn]

Suzuki would chuckle to herself after flipping the bitch onto her ass with a thud. Her maids had really done a number on Sheila. Half stripped naked and her animal skin bottoms were clearly soaked from her climax. Honestly the older woman was a little jealous she wasn’t the one who made her cum first. But she chose this match. No one to blame but herself. Besides there’d be plenty of cumming later on. Walking around the younger woman, Suzuki would watch as she started to rise back up. But not before threatening the yakuza boss, promising payback. As if triggered, the older woman would lunge at her prey. Trying to lock the wild one in a choke hold from behind.

“Hah~” she’d half growl in Sheila’s ear. At the same time one of her hands would reach around and grab one of the Aussie’s tits. Squeezing nice and tight as she groped the bitch. “I’ll laugh whenever I goddamn feel like it…just like I’ll fuck you whenever I fucking want~” Suzuki growled lustfully before her hand lingered downwards. Trailing down those abs with her fingertips before grabbing the punk by her pussy and rubbing it rapidly through her bottoms. The yakuza boss would rub so hard that it actually sounded like she was spanking it as loud wet slaps echoed from between Sheila’s legs. Taking her good ass time to play with her food rather than beating on her some more.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was just starting to rise up when a familiar tattooed arm invaded her vision, circling about her neck and pulling her in close. She tried to cut her off, to protect herself, but she was a hair too slow and her foe was a hair too fast - the choke was locked in, and she found herself gagging as the woman pulled her back into a tight hold, one that had her weakly thrashing about on the canvas.

Not good, not good at all, and about to get worse. Or better. Depending on your point of view.

Sheila gasped - as best she could with the chokehold - when she felt that groping hand on neck, but that was small potatoes compared to what came next. That same hand went lower, tracing over her abs, before she found her pussy and began to work away at it with a furious pace, stroking and stroking and stroking. Though Sheila hadn't long since orgasmed, the older wrestler was doing a fantastic job of heating her back up again, and her body began to move of its own accord - thrusting up, grinding, desperate for every touch that the woman could give.

Gritting her teeth, Sheila tried to fight through it and pull at Suzuki’s arm. Not much, just enough for her to pull it down so she could open her mouth and give the woman a bite on the forearm, hoping it was enough incentive to make her let go.

[Caborn]

As she savored her opponent's body as it struggled and thrusted against her hand, Suzuki would growl lustfully as she had her way with the younger woman. Continuing to choke Sheila out as she slutted her out at the same time. The yakuza boss loved having her way with the bitch. Of course she loved having her way with any sexy woman's body. But Sheila was so much more satisfying for some reason. Maybe it was her rebellious attitude and big mouth. Or maybe it was the challenge she gave the older woman when they fought. The reason didn't matter though. All Suzuki cared about was enjoying their fight. Sheila wouldn't stay under her control for long, though. The wild one would soon bite the arm that was choking her. Causing the Suzuki would grunt out in pain as she stopped rubbing her opponent's crotch.

"Aaaagh! Oh you dirty bitch..." the older woman growled out, still sounding somewhat lustful before trying to get the Aussie off of her. Releasing the chokehold, Suzuki would begin to beat her free hand against the back of Sheila's head. Trying to make the rabid cavewoman let go and pull those sharp teeth she had out of her skin.

[BlackAkuma]

Was it kind of a cliché for someone named ‘the Wild One’ to bite their opponent? Yes, it was.

Would that stop Sheila from doing it? No, it wouldn’t

Sheila was an ‘anything goes’ kind of woman, and in an ‘anything goes’ sort of match, all things were on the table. That included sinking her fangs in her foe, which, weird enough, Suzuki didn’t seem to completely hate - she could’ve sworn she heard a little lust in that growl, as the woman struggled to get free. Of course, she didn’t get out of this without some retaliation, and that came when her opponent thumped her head, battering her skull with heavy shots that forced her teeth loose and ratteled her brain.

Sheila rolled off, rubbing her head as she flopped over to her back. ”For the record, you taste like rusty ass.”

[Caborn]

Having forced the rapid bitch off of her, Suzuki would be groaning as she took a look at her now bleeding arm. The punk actually left a fucking mark...god why did she find that hot? Soon enough the older woman would hear Sheila insult her some more. The wild one's words only succeeding to make her want to hurt the younger bitch more. "Really? All you taste like is pussy...not the good kind." Suzuki would growl back at her opponent, calling her a wimp more than anything else. Picking herself up, the older woman would get to her feet before walking back over to the Aussie.

"Your hair really is fucking long...Maybe I can tie you up with it..." the yakuza boss would mutter. She'd never tried Shibari with someone's own hair used as the ropes before. The idea putting a smile on her face as she would reach down and try to grab her opponent's hair and yank the bitch up by it. Looking to grab to fist fulls of the punk's long blonde mane like handle bars, Suzuki would try to drag Sheila back to her feet before doing what she did best. Kneeing cocky bitches in the face!

[BlackAkuma]

While she was still talking shit and had no intention of stopping anytime soon, Sheila knew she was in a bad position. She still remembered their last encounter - painfully, viscerally. Suzuki had a way of steamrolling things, and in a match like this, that could get ugly. Uglier.

Stopping that momentum wasn’t going to be easy, though. Even now, Suzuki was moving in to capitalize, reaching down to grab her hair, yank it up, and put her face in prime position for another one of her infamous knees. The blow cranked Sheila hard across the jaw, knocking her skull back, but it wasn’t all bad - the impact gave her an odd clarity. Fiery focus, driven by adrenaline, rage, and sheer spite.

Sheila’s arm wrapped around that leg before Suzuki could bring it down and pulled it tight against her chest, holding the woman in place and forcing her to balance on one foot. With a war cry, she drove forward with everything she had, pushing the bigger woman hard towards the nearest turnbuckle in a desperate drive.