Renae Reinhardt [D] vs Huan Brightspring - Hentai Match

[Monsy]

Wasn't much keeping Renae Remy Reinhardt clothed, now was there? She was snagged by the legs, lifted so only the nape was on the canvas. Had a nice wind blow over her crotch. It was a lot warmer than expected. Breathy, repetitive. Worked to coax her embers, get her nerves all in a buzz. Get her spine to ease into a light curl as she reached -- and failed. "Yowch--" She gave some pitiful tugs but there's hardly any leverage for it. "A-Ah. OH!" Colour her surprised over this wave of feeling. Her clit had this wave of guiding her hips around, almost like they were rolling. Each full circle drew a breath. Heavier and heavier. She sighed, biting her own lip with red on her cheeks. Took a moment. But she tried to work on her other leg and if she couldn't get that up to headscissor Huan's head. All while letting herself warm up to Huan's warm-wet muscle, drawing out more arousal and taste as time fluttered away.

[ThatPolishDude]

Huan was too focused on pleasuring her opponent to notice the gradual shifting of her leg until it was too late. Suddenly she lost hold of it and almost that same instant felt it wrap around her head in a tight squeeze.

Now that wouldn't do in the slightest though she already had a few ideas on how to get out of that predicament. To kick it off she would try the nicer option as he would lift Renae off the ground and shift her so she'd be able to press the french women's chest on the mat before slowly sitting down and trying to pull her legs back in a sort of a boston crab motion while her hands would move to her crotch to compensate for her stopping to lick her foe.

[Monsy]

Got her! Or, er. So she thought. With legs around Huan’s head, using it as a wedge for her hips seemed like the simple move. Then, she’d start with her arms. But before all that -- on first thrust, she’s turned over and flattened down. Huan’s weight is more than enough to pin her flat. It eases out a groan, not one from pure discomfort, just from being sat on. “Owww… --A-ach..”

Once again, the Reinhardt is rendered stuck. Wouldn’t be the worst, but, with her legs crabbed and split to each of Huan’s side -- there was an open slit just begging for a hand. Her hips felt fluttering once touched by Huan’s hand. It’s a nice, almost relaxing feeling. Not too strong, like a dash of honey to tea. She breathed out, moaning once, but digging down with her forearms trying to get somewhere. If Huan worked her fingertips just right, she’ll find a little slickness course beneath them as Renae’s heart rate started to dance.

[ThatPolishDude]

Huan, now firmly seated on the smaller girl, let go of one of her legs to get better use of her hand. Her fingers would push inside and gently glide over the roof of her pussy. Then she felt a slight tug as Renae tried to crawl away to which Huan simply bent backwards to sink the hold a little deeper. "Now, now, are you trying to run from me or just asking for a side of pain to your pleasure? I can abide by one of these requests..." She trailed off, continuing to pleaser her opponent.

[Monsy]

A splash of spice spritzed on her mountain of problems. Fingers, which felt long and a sense of butterflies. It’s like something crawled up her spine. Her core initially tightens and she shares a gasp, “A-Aha… W-WELL…” She bites onto her index finger, the stretch between her first and second knuckle. There’s a sense of ripping. Tightness in her hamstring. “I-I like less pain.”

She huffs, puffs, making sweaty fists. Her elbows but all tucked in. She kicked at the mat with her free foot. She felt a sensation bubbling and knotting, fizzling away the pain from the hold. Her womanhood came to glisten on Huan’s fingers, from the cream they coated on her digits, from the fingertips to the knuckle, a squelch at each dive and a general tremor as Renae continued to bite her finger and moan softly into it.

[ThatPolishDude]

Huan relaxed the hold a little, the main function of it was to keep Renae nice and stationary so as long as she did not squirm to much there was little point in adding that much more pain to the mix especially since the girl asked as nicely as she did. "As you wish, now just relax, I can feel you are getting all worked up already."

Now that she had the control she wanted, Huan would put more care into the way her fingers moved, bit by bit adjusting pressure and searching for the most sensitive spot while varying the speed to find that sweet spot she would need to get Renae up to and over the proverbial edge.

[Monsy]

Having her limb held for so long had an almost numbing effect. Like all the blood was swimming out of it. Strange feeling while having her soaked sex stuffed, worked over in this almost torturing pace of up and down. It’s like being played by a maestro, where the pleasure worked up through her gut until it reached her curling toes, then played like a different instrument and she’s left heaving, burning, and more-so whimpering because all those butterflies are trapped inside, and she just wanted to explode.

It’s a tremor that hits her thighs, shakes. Little jitters on a certain spot when Huan went in deep, curled up just a bit and stroked a particular spot that put a wave of delight curling into her nape. She tucked her hands in, hands close, almost underneath her breasts. Her cheek presses into the canvas. And she moans, loudly -- like a wall slowly crumbling, telegraphing just what button she wanted pressed. Her rate of breathing started chasing.

[ThatPolishDude]

Huan exhaled audibly as she heard and felt all of Renea's reactions. "There we go, feels great, right?" She said fully expecting to not get an answer. To be frank she hoped she would not get it, after all, if she was doing as good of a job as it seemed, her french opponent should have her mind occupied by matters entirely separate from what she was hearing. And to that end Huan would continue to do what she did, focusing on that singular point that she found as she could tell there was not much more she would have to push till the end.

[Monsy]

She felt herself sink deeper into the canvas. Just like a mattress. Sweat came underneath her. The heat made her nakedness feel closer to a wool coat. Her sex became sopping, pouring cream onto Huan’s fingers as Renae moaned, open-mouthed, practically drooling at her lips. Her toes curled up and she bucked. Once, twice, then on the third, “G-Gaaahh!!” She screamed, briefly as she tightened up. The resistance was involuntary. She all but shrivelled up her arms closer to her breasts. It all came from her convulsing hips, the shiver in her thighs and breathiness from the French girl who came to the relentless fingering.

[ThatPolishDude]

Huan savoured every sound Renae made as she drew closer to her climax and finally reached it. She would let go of the girl and slide off of her, to the side before turning her over. "That was fun." She said with a smile before leaning in and planting a single kiss on the french woman's lips. After that, she picked herself up, rose a hand to the crowd and left the ring after being announced a winner.