Aarna Mehta vs. Bailey Byrnes - Hentai Match

[Dubski]

Aarna Mehta was very confident in her abilities--at least when she wasn't trying to second guess herself. But she couldn't say she was the best without a plan or any controlled energy. Without balance, she never did seem to succeed nearly as much. As such, her wrestling became sloppier, and her maneuvers were out of order to pin her opponent down, and before she knew it, her opponent had gotten on top of her and swiveled around! Aarna kicked her legs, trying to squirm out of the grasp. "You...! when I'm out of here I'll get you plenty turned on!" retorted Mehta, the statement surely not sending any sort of confidence in her opponent of it's legitimacy.

But Mehta would soon be pacified by a sudden pair of breasts on her face, making her squeak out loud in protest! Her air was being cut off as she let out moan, arching her body body as she squirmed underneath Bailey. She was trying to calm herself, her air being cut off already. She needed to act. It was time to think. But those breasts were very nice... but Mehta did need to escape... The Indian girl was trying to find her focus stopping trying to find her way out.

She would then attempt to grab hold of Bailey's head and force her face into her own cleavage, barely held together by her micro bikini as it was. She could play the same game if she needed to. Then, she would use her impressive core strength to keep her other arm wrapped around Bailey's body and rose up, making a bridge of their bodies between them. Letting out a soft groan, she paused to gather herself before she made her next maneuver, attempting to suddenly twist both of them over and try to plant Byrnes back into the mat to land on top of her with her own chest, wanting to completely switch their position in impressive fashion!

[FreestylePoet]

Bailey shook her chest back and forth like a stripper, hoping to really get Aarna in there. But it wasn't long until Aarna remembered she was angry, as she soon wrapped her arms around Bailey's head nd stuffed her into a smother of her own! Not that Bailey minded. Half the sport was getting to see, feel, and get up close and personal with a bunch of hotties. But air was at a premium in between Aarna's knockers, so she couldn't be too pleased.

Bailey heard a thump on the canvas, then felt herself go up and up. That wasn't good. Bailey freed Aarna to have her own arms ready to try and break out. If she had to guess, her opponent was bridging, and that meant it was only a matter of time until-

THUMP.

Yup. Good reversal on her part, but now Bailey was in a bad spot, with her back on the mat. "Mmmmph!" She let out a whine, muffled by Aarna's tits. Then she got to work. She moved her arms up, sliding them by her face. Her hands would be right next to her cheeks -- and right next to Aarna's ample chest! Blindly, she reached out and began to grope the Indian girl. With Bailey's grip lost and Aarna on top, surely her opponent would have the advantage. But if she wanted that to do anything for her, Bailey wouldn't let it happen for free. Whatever pleasure this groping gave her was the price of admission.

Thus was the first question of this hentai bout asked: Who was Aarna beneath those clothes? Was she the type to shrink when the going got hot? Or was she the type to play through the pleasure?

[Dubski]

Aarna had managed to show surprising resilience as she bridged up the pair of them and twisted them around to get Bailey on the bottom position, underneath her and her bossom. Lifting her head up, she took a loud gasp of air, recovering from that smother as she now had a tight one locked in on Bailey! Looking satisfied, she preened. "I bet you didn't expect that!" exclaimed the Indian girl proudly. It was quite a feat.

And then she felt those hands on the sides of her breasts, sending a chill up her spine. And then suddenly the gasping and sputtering and breathing on her chest suddenly turning her on. Past her proudness at the slick counter she performed, there was a girl who was starting to get aroused. And she very much liked that.

Biting her lip, Mehta let out a little, urgent whine. "Ahaha..." she laughed briefly, giving a shake of her hips. "I see what you're doing there... And as good as it feels, I'm not going to let you go... In fact, this is just encouraging me!" proclaimed Aarna Mehta, stifling a moan. Despite her stance, it would become slowly clear to Bailey her focus was breaking, and so was the integrity of this hold she had Byrnes in. And Aarna might have noticed any other time, but certainly not while her mind was preoccupied.

[FreestylePoet]

Bailey hummed into Aarna's cleavage as her opponent squirmed and whined. Guess she had her answer. Aarna could deny it all she wanted, but the Indian girl's body told the truth. Meanwhile, Byrnes continued to fondle her foe to her heart's content. Her fingerpads squeezed at the supple flesh, and her palm rubbed small circles across Aarna's nipples -- one clothed and one not, thanks to the earlier chop. All the while, her opponent seemed to like it, and more importantly, Bailey felt the Transcendent's grip loosening.

Eventually, it slipped just enough. Bailey had space, and she took advantage! She posted her foot out and bumped her hips up, flipping her foe over in a mirror of Aarna's earlier reversal! Once she was on top, she slid her body down and wrapped an arm around Aarna's head and neck. With the north-south headlock locked in, she would be able to glance back at Aarna's expression; she blew a kiss at the currently-trapped cutie. "I've got moves too, ya know~," she teased. "Now, where was I...?" With that, she slipped her free hand beneath Aarna's barely-there bikini top and started to rub at a breast once more.

Except without the choke.

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[Dubski]

Aarna Mehta was trying to hold on as best she could, grunting and stifling urgent little moans as Bailey was groping her chest. She was trying to smother Byrnes right now, but it seemed like Bailey was the one on the upperhand right now, despite the Indian girl trying her best to hold on. Her body was quivering as she tried to maintain her position, until her opponent managed to get enough of her hands under her chest. Aarna's eyes rolled back as she gasped sharply, feeling Bailey's palms against her rock hard, sensitive nipples. "Oh Gods..." whimpered out Aarna, her lip quivering as she was becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure of it.

Slowly, Mehta was feeling like she needed a new plan. She had to find a way to get ahead again. Just force Bailey down and return some of this pleasure--this wonderful, lovely pleasure. She'd just need to shift her position, and then she'd be okay. But, in a few moments, she was suddenly put onto her back with an expert headlock roll from Bailey! Aarna let out a yelp, trapped in the hold as she tried to pry her opponent's arm off of her! "D-Don't...! Wait...!" said Aarna, anticipating what was to come.

And then she got full on groped in her breast, making her let out a loud moan as her body bucked and her thighs rubbed together. Bailey made sure to go under her bikini top, able to grab her full breast. Letting out whines, Aarna tried harder to break free, even as she loved the feeling of it. But right now her mind was fluttering, not able to focus on another escape and trapped in Bailey's grasp!

[FreestylePoet]

Bailey giggled as her opponent continued to protest her lewd actions. "Don't?" she asked. "Are--" she pressed a quick, chaste kiss to Aarna's cheek. "Are you sure? You don't--" Another kiss, this time along the side of her neck. "Look like you want me to--" Collarbone. "Stop anytime soon." Two more: Shoulder, then the top of her breast. Finally, she hovered over Aarna's pretty nipple, letting her breath cascade over the tip of it.

A moment. Then two. Then--

Finally, her tongue shot out, made a quick swirl, and then pressed itself flat against the bud! After a few more licks for good measure, she took Aarna's nipple into her mouth! Bailey hummed in satisfaction, pursing her lips around the bud and continuing to play at it with her tongue. At the same time, her free hand made sure to keep groping at Aarna.

[Dubski]

Aarna squirmed with each hot kiss on her cheek, her neck, collarbone, shoulder, and then finally her breast. "Nonononono..." sputtered out Mehta. It felt so good--so hot to be grabbed and having her breast be teased in such a way as it had been. She was being driven wild by this sexual action, whining out loud as she continued to move her body.

Her eyes rolled back when she felt the breath of air on her nipple though. A sharp gasp. And then a long, loud moan as Bailey's tongue began to swirl around her nipple, until it was caught in a kiss. "OOOOOOH...!" shouted out Aarna shaking her head as much as that headlock would allow it. The double assault on her breasts was driving her positively mad. Every part of her screamed to lay there and take it. Let Byrnes do whatever she wanted to do to her chest. Keep grabbing, keep groping, keep sucking. Anything for more of this pleasure.

But she was aware there was still a fight here, and she needed to try focusing, despite her mind melting in her head from Bailey's incredible touch and mouth. But she had to do something to dislodge herself. She reached around, throwing her arm around Byrnes' head, gasping and groaning as she did so. She was practically pulling it into her breast more. Shuddering once more, Aarna Mehta would then kick off the mat as her body went upright and then flopped back on the other side of the mat, where Aarna would be able to keep her arm snug around Bailey's head and neck, then wrench her tighter for a Dragon Sleeper! It was a swift transition, but one she needed.

Eyes wide, the Indian girl panted loudly and shook her head. And then, in another moment, she reached her hand over to one of Bailey's breasts, pinching the nipple and giving it a twist before she would full on grope it, squeezing and kneading it in her hand. It was time Bailey got a bit of her own medicine!

[FreestylePoet]

Now she was in her element. A beautiful girl wrapped up in her arms, and a perky nipple in her mouth. What else could Bailey Byrnes ask for? This was a sexfighter's happy place, and it certainly was Bailey's. She continued to suckle on Aarna, to lash that pleasurable nub with her tongue, and to hold her in close as best she could. Every moan from the Indian girl elicited another happy hum from the Ginger Snap -- and another lick-and-grope combo, too!

Aarna's satisfaction was Bailey's satisfaction, in two wildly differing ways. Somehow, the Transcendent didn't agree. Bailey suddenly felt her grip loosen, and soon an arm was locked around the back of her head! Once again Aarna posted up, but rather than bump Bailey off, she kicked off the canvas! The Transcendent sailed up and over in a half-moon. By the time she'd come down on the other side, Bailey was bent at the upper back!

"Ack-!" She didn't have time to compliment the impressive reversal before its second half was cinched around her throat. The dragon sleeper was locked in, and Bailey's breasts were on full display for the crowd. They heaved and bounced with each pained grunt from the Ginger Snap, and Aarna's next actions would only draw more -- reactions from Bailey and eyes from the audience, that is.

"Ahn!" The pinch and twist drew an instinctually-submissive yelp from Bailey. A consummate competitor, Byrnes was more than happy to top, but something about Aarna's swift turn of the tables impressed Bailey -- in every way. "Ghk-- Oooh..." Her strained breathing turned into moans. Each bobble or grope of Bailey's chest wrote a new note in the song she sung for Aarna.

"Y-You're really good at th-that..."

[Dubski]

The Transcendent had managed to get that Dragon Sleeper locked on, she began with the rough pinching and groping on Bailey's breast. Biting her tongue, Aarna was trying to fight back the arousal that came from feeling up her opponent's lovely pair of tits, especially with how loudly Byrnes was moaning, practically singing, with each new position her hand went in grasping her soft breast tissue. Mehta would then look touched when Bailey complimented her, tilting her head for a moment as her fingers rested on Bailey's erect nipple again. "Awww... Thank you, that means a lot," said the Indian girl in earnest. She was rarely ever complimented on her in-ring acumen, let alone her sexual acumen as well. It felt legitimately nice.

And then she pinched that nipple once more, having noted the submissive reaction she got from it. And then she kneaded it between her fingers. She wasn't quite done now though. Mehta knew she needed to escalate things right now, and that would be done by shifting her legs to apply a body scissors from behind, locking it around the slim waist of Byrnes waist! And she would then release the Dragon Sleeper and instead shift her hand to the other breast, beginning by twisting that nipple and giving it the same rough treatment. Aarna would then use her free hand to turn Bailey's face towards her so she could give her a hot, commanding kiss, slipping her tongue deep into the lighter-skinned girl's mouth, letting out a content moan as she did so. She certainly tried her best to make things more intense now, becoming a little bit empowered by the compliment and Bailey's more submissive reaction.

[FreestylePoet]

It was true. Aarna was good with her hands. Those pretty fingers glided up and down her breast, playing the perky peak along with the flesh below to perfection. That wasn't all the Transcendent was good at, though, as Bailey's opponent soon shifted their position with creativity. She slid down Bailey's body, taking advantage of the young athlete's flexibility to gain access to her waist. Then, she turned the Dragon Sleeper into a body scissor! Bailey's upper body was held up by Aarna's grip on her boobs.

And to top it off, Bailey Byrnes was swiftly acquainted with Mehta's soft lips! "Mmmh-!" Bailey let out a primal groan into her opponent's mouth. Her eyes fluttered open and shut before they settled on half-lidded. And she welcomed the tongue into her mouth, suckling on the muscle with lust.

This wasn't good. The fighter in Bailey recognized her chances slipping away. But she couldn't act just yet. Much as she hated to admit it, Aarna had her dead to rights in this position. So she let herself enjoy the kiss, swiping her own tongue across Aarna's and gasping at each brush with a nipple. And she let herself be bent ever so slightly more. All she needed was for Aarna to slip. Just an inch or two in the throes of passion, so she wasn't on the small of Bailey's back. Then, she'd strike! Summoning all her core strength, Bailey would buck and roll to her side, hoping to start the process of flipping herself over! Once she'd gotten Aarna up on her hip, the rest of the rotation should be easy.

Where they ended up after that would depend on Aarna and her abilities on the ground. Obviously, Bailey would try to free herself as much as possible, but she'd take whatever position she could get. Aarna astride her hips, with Bailey sitting up. Bailey on her knees, with Aarna still locked in tight with those surprisingly powerful legs. Even giving up a full mount. Anything was better than letting an eager sexfighter have her back!