Aarna Mehta vs. Bailey Byrnes - Hentai Match

[Dubski]

Aarna was having a very nice time making out with Bailey like this. Keeping her locked between her legs, their warm bodies simply amplified these feelings as their lips and mouths gently moved against one another, with Mehta having the clear advantage. Keeping her tongue in Byrnes' mouth, aiming to deliver Bailey as much pleasure as she could. And her hands pinching those nipples and kneading her breasts helped that much more. The Indian girl had her opponent right where she wanted her, and as soon as she wore her down more, she knew she could go in for the win. She just needed to make sure that Bailey was completely sensitive and compliant to her.

But then, she felt Bailey's body moving and turning. Letting out an alarmed yell into Byrnes' mouth, her face scrunched as she broke the kiss. "No...!" she said, protesting Bailey's escape. She would try to move with her foe, trying to keep her from getting too far away, but eventually Bailey managed to shift enough that she was on her knees, by Mehta kept her legs wrapped in a vice around her waist.

And then Aarna Mehta would adjust and then get atop Byrnes' waist. Bailey made herself less vulnerable, but that only made the Transcendent realize she needed to be far more assertive now. Bailey wanted to escape; Aarna needed to stop that. The darker-skinned girl would then grab hold of Bailey's face with both hands, bringing her into another deeply passionate kiss. Her mouth mashing with Byrnes' own as she jammed her tongue in deep once more, ratcheting up her efforts even more than before. And she loved that sensation quite a bit.

And then she began to grind her hips against Bailey's attempting to get her even more aroused. Their covered crotches moving against one another, with Aarna eager to press her advantage as she hotly kept her mound against Bailey's, trying not to let up for even a moment. Aarna could continue her plan, and she knew she needed to try harder and be more aggressive, or else she might lose her position in this match!

[FreestylePoet]

Bailey's strategy worked. She was in a much less dangerous position now than before. One that afforded her more control and safety; she was based up on her knees, which was a favorite defensive position for a lot of grapplers, as far as she'd heard. Not that she knew any fancy tricks or escapes. All Bailey knew was that she was better off than she was -- except for Aarna's continued liplock! Not that Bailey could complain too much. "Mmm~," she hummed into Mehta's mouth, enjoying the feeling of their tongues sliding against one another. Bailey suckled on the Transcendent's tongue for a moment, letting herself enjoy the feeling of making out with a beautiful woman.

Then came the grinding. A bittersweet sort of friction, erotic and urgent on the part of both lovely wrestlers, and yet Bailey couldn't stay for long. Aarna was desperate -- but not the right kind of desperate. It was the kind of desperate that only someone with the lead could have. Aarna wanted to hold onto that lead, and Byrnes needed to take it from her.

She took a deep breath. Then, she got to work. With her legs already under her, Bailey pushed to stand! The Ginger Snap wrapped both arms tight and kept that kiss locked in tight, just to keep Aarna nice and trapped. After all, with any luck, she wouldn't have anything to hang onto but Bailey herself! It was the toughest squat of her life -- an unwilling opponent, a deep kiss, and a few choice thrusts from Aarna made sure of that.

But it was one of the harder holds to escape from in wrestling -- a bearhug -- and Aarna already had her arms and legs locked around Bailey anyway. So she was confident she'd be able to rise to her feet. And once she did?

"Hi," she said, a playful smile forming on her face. Bailey even gave her a quick smooch on the cheek for good measure. "Having fun?" She waited a beat. Two. Letting Aarna panic for a little bit, if she wanted. Suddenly, Bailey fell forward, bringing Aarna crashing down to the canvas back-first!

[Dubski]

Aarna was quite enjoying this hot embrace she was engaged in with Bailey. Their tight bodies were grinding against one another. The kissing was superb. And if Mehta didn't want so much to focus on winning, she could envision having a much better time with this. But she wanted to win, and she needed to keep ahead of Bailey. And yet, all of that focus and the Transcendent couldn't notice Byrnes was already making moves of her own.

Mehta had her body wrapped around Bailey, and then her lighter-skinned foe looked to show off some of her strength and lift up with Aarna still around her. But it was the squeeze that made it more dire--the warm body of Bailey keeping Mehta tightly against her with a bear hug. And soon, she was letting out a gasping groan, held onto by her opponent.

Bailey would then tease her--Aarna hated that. She hated when things weren't being taken seriously in a match. And Byrnes was making sure she knew precisely how seriously Mehta was being taken. And why not? The following maneuver had sealed that Bailey was in control.

She simply dropped forward with Aarna in tow, and the Indian girl was squashed into the mat underneath Bailey. With a loud yell, Aarna's arms and legs released her opponent, and she lay there with her arms and legs spread, wincing from the abrupt and painful landing. She would take a moment to simply worry what Bailey would do next, now that any control was seized to her!

[FreestylePoet]

Bailey fell forward, dropping Aarna down onto the canvas and winding her with the landing! Thanks to her opponent, the Ginger Snap hardly took much of the fall at all. More than, that, she now had a defenseless, beautiful sexfighter to do with what she wished! Bailey pinned Aarna to the canvas, palms-to-shoulders.

Her eyes flicked down Aarna's beautiful form -- and locked right on that prize between her legs! Bailey wouldn't have much time to act. As she towards Aarna's groin, no doubt her position would give her less and less leverage. She'd be less able to push down on Aarna's shoulders the more her arms drew parallel to the ground. But if Byrnes knew what she was doing, then arousing the Transcendent kiss by searing kiss would paralyze her another way.

So she pecked her way down Aarna's body, a lot like she did before her earlier assault on Aarna's nipple. A cute kitten lick across Aarna's cheekbone, then quick smooches all the way down. Pulse point, then cleavage. A quick pause to let her heated breath wash over Aarna's nipples, then a smooch on her taut, toned tummy. Finally, just a second or two after she started her journey south, Bailey sat at her prize. "Let's see what we have here..."

Suddenly, she tugged Aarna's bottoms away with her teeth! There surely wasn't much time for Bailey to savor her prize, but at the very least she would have enough time to take one long, broad lick up Aarna's newly-naked pussy!

[Dubski]

Aarna Mehta was being held down by her shoulders. She tried to grab hold of Bailey's arms to attempt to wriggle away from her. "You... sto--" A muffled gasp followed as the Indian girl's lips were captured by Byrnes's own. A deeply passionate kiss that sent a shock through Aarna's body, and her hands loosened around Bailey's arms as she melted into it slightly, letting out a soft moan.

That soft moan grew louder, with a shudder as her cheekbone was licked, and then kisses down her body to her breast. She writhed with each one, her body squirming more and more. But that breath on her nipple made her body arch with a longer, urgent moan. But Bailey wasn't done there just yet. Her kisses went down her toned stomach. Those kisses were just like miniature firecrackers, sending her body alit with a beautiful fire. "G-g-gods..." stammers Mehta between moans.

The Transcendent would have loved to get away right now, and she had far more freedom to. But with her body jittering, her nerves on fire in anticipation, and those teeth on her panties, she let out a sharp gasp, eyes wide when her panties were pulled away. "Bailey!" says Aarna breathlessly.

And that long lick of her pussy, going the full length of her lower lips. It felt like an eternity as Aarna's hands went through her fingers. "Ooooooo..." cooed Aarna in a high pitched tone, biting her lip and shaking her head. Right now, Mehta was in a rough spot. She wasn't able to build the resistance to get away from Bailey as she whined and whimpered, knowing that she was dangerously close to a loss in this match now. She needed a plan, but her mind was very much elsewehere. She just had to hope for a sudden inspiration, somehow.

[FreestylePoet]

There came a time in every hentai match when a wrestler had to give away a real advantage just to get her opponent closer to the brink. Pain and frustration were useful to a point -- more often, they were byproducts of a girl doing what she needed to do. Kept too long, they were just a distraction. Bailey couldn't afford a distraction; she needed Aarna to focus on whatever heat was pooling between her legs.

So she barely held onto Aarna. All Bailey did was loop her arms underneath her opponent's thighs. One hooked up to press, fingerpads to skin, against Mehta's quad. The other laid flat, slightly higher, to rub lazily at her chest. It was a bit of a stunt dive, to be sure. If Bailey couldn't make Aarna cum in time, then no doubt the Transcendent would escape.

That just meant she would have to be quick about it.

Bailey laid a few more flat-tongued laps up Aarna's folds, each quicker than the last, just to get the Indian girl nice and wet. Then she dove right in, all but making out with her opponent's pussy. Her head rocked back and forth as she slipped her tongue in, and she changed the shape of her lips every so often just to brush against Aarna's lower ones. The Ginger Snap hummed out a sweet moan every time Aarna's taste spurted against her. All the while, she looked up at Aarna with a twinkle in her eyes, watching for every last twitch and reaction. What was going through Aarna's mind as Bailey ravaged her womanhood? More importantly: How close could Bailey get her?

[Dubski]

Aarna began moaning as Bailey Byrnes was diving into her pussy even more. She was incredible. A really talented girl in the ways of sex. The Transcendent was trying her best to stay in this though. One hand grasped in her own hair as she squirmed, crying out loudly as Bailey's tongue continued working. Her other hand palmed the mat as she writhed about. She was trying to think of anything but the outrageous pleasure she felt between her legs. It seemed like all hope was lost.

Until she decided she needed to get analytical about this. She really needed to think about it. She had to consider what to do from here that she could escape. Aarna Mehta was sharp enough, and if she focused, she could win. She just needed to focus. Focus. Focus. Far more difficult than it seemed.

One hand on her chest. One hand on her quad. Bailey's head between her legs. There were possibilities here now. And even though she howled, on the brink of a climax, Aarna thought to try sneaking herself away from this position. She bit her lip hard and let out a monumentally large whine that could have been misunderstood as a reaction to an orgasm itself. But it was more to get her tanned body out of this mess.

So then, Mehta would proceed to grab hold of Byrnes' arm on her chest, holding it tight. Then, she shifted her hips with a mighty yell of frustration! Her legs folding around Bailey's arm as her thighs quivered. Then, Aarna Mehta would throw her whole body to the side, promptly putting Bailey into a crucifix pin position! Taking a few moments to collect herself, panting loudly, the Transcendent could barely believe she escaped as she held her opponent in that pin. Then, when she finally relaxed a bit, she folded Bailey's one arm under her own arm fully, and then she reached back and up between Bailey's legs, aiming to start finger blasting her now! She would attempt to hold onto the pin as much as she could and deliver pleasure into Bailey, but she knew she had a long hill to climb here!

[FreestylePoet]

Bailey kept lapping away at her opponent's core. Lips smooched Aarna's lower ones, and one of LAW's more skilled tongues (she hoped, anyway) got to work within. Her face was near-covered in Aarna's essence by this point, but Bailey just kept going. With how loose her hold was, she needed to get Aarna off as fast as possible. And she was close to doing just that. Aarna's voice was in shambles; as rapidly as she was being brought to the brink, her cries grew even faster in volume. Bailey hummed in satisfaction. Just a little bit more. A little bit more of the best sex she'd ever given someone, and victory would be--

"-WAAAH!" Bailey let out a cry -- Aarna let out a cry -- and Bailey found herself suddenly on her back! Her arms were splayed out, Aarna's juices still coating one, and her opponent quickly made herself at home. One arm was locked between the Transcendent's quivering legs, and the other was held tight to her flushed body. It was a classic crucifix pin!

"W-Wait, we can talk about this, ri- aaahn~!" Before Bailey could plead for mercy, Aarna finished her counterattack by sticking her fingers right into Bailey's pussy! The Ginger Snap thrashed against the hold, both out of reflex to hump against the fingers currently fucking her and in a first attempt to break out. "A-Aarna, oh my god, this is s-so...!" With the pleasure quickly mounting in her, she twisted from side to side as best she could, hoping to squirm her way out of this despite Aarna's highly advantageous position.