Bisara 'Bisa' Kamiya vs. William ‘Willy’ Preston - I Got Next!

[BlackAkuma]

Bisa made a damned comfortable seat.

Not the sort of complement he would usually pay a woman, but it was true in this case. As he settled in on top of her and wiggled into position, there was simply no ignoring how fucking amazing she felt between his legs, all without really trying. Just lying there, he felt like he could get off with only a few humps.

Focus in an environment like this didn’t come easy, but he did make it come. The sensation of her breasts between his fingers certainly helped, giving him something else to center on.

All well and good, but it wasn’t going to win him the match. For that, he needed to be a little more direct.

One hand stayed at her chest, pleasing and teasing, while the other left for the South. His fingers found the hot, wet space between her legs and ran along her pussy through the fabric, starting her off with a playful, pleasurable stroke to kick things off.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Ok...Willy was definitely a bigger threat than Bisa had given him credit for. That was on her. The feel of his hand stroking and massaging her breast, the hand gently stroking between her legs over her outfit, made her shiver in pleasure.

"MMmm..you've got some good hands Willy, for punching and for pleasure... I might have to pay you a visit after I beat you..." she said, still sounding confident despite their position.

[BlackAkuma]

”’If’, not ‘when’.” Willy chuckled. ”And that’s a big fuckin’ ‘if’.”

He would give her credit for her confidence, couldn't take that away from her, but Willy was feeling extremely confident at the moment. He was on top. He was in control. Yeah, she was strong as hell, but he was the one with his finger in her pussy, and the tempo was his. You couldn't ask for much better, right?

Willy might’ve been new to hentai wrestling, but he wasn’t new to sex - he knew exactly where to go from here.

A quick flip of the zipper, a little tug, and he felt the fresh air come over his most sensitive part. Rock hard, of course. He lined, breathed deep, and drove down, slipping into Bisa as easily as a hand into a wellworn glove.