Ivan Ramirez VS Saya Matou

[MR. Q]

Ivan released Saya's abused nipple with a wet pop, looking up at her with a sly grin as she squirmed beneath him, blushing furiously. He licked his lips, savoring the sweet taste of her arousal.

"Well, well... Looks like 'little' definitely doesn't fit anymore," Ivan teased, squeezing and rolling her other nipple between his fingers, coaxing whimpers from her throat. "These beauties are anything but small!"

Ivan's eyes widened in surprise as Saya suddenly shoved his face into her ample cleavage once again, muffling his protests. He struggled against her grip, but her strength was impressive considering her size disadvantage.

"Hnnnggghh...!" Ivan grunted, his nose buried deep in her soft flesh as she pressed him down. His hands flailed wildly, trying to pry himself free, but Saya's hold was relentless.

Just as Ivan started to lose oxygen, Saya abruptly rolled them over, reversing their positions. Ivan found himself pinned beneath her, gasping for air as Saya loomed above him, her chest heaving with exertion.

"You sneaky little minx..." Ivan panted, glaring up at her with a mixture of frustration and admiration. "Thought you could turn the tables on me, huh?"

Still reeling from their sudden role-reversal, Ivan seized the opportunity to gain the upper hand once more. With a lecherous glint in his eye, he latched onto Saya's exposed nipple and began to suckle vigorously. His tongue danced around the sensitive nub as he tugged gently with his lips, eliciting needy moans from his opponent.

Feeling emboldened, Ivan shifted his focus to grinding his hips upward. He rocked his pelvis into hers, forcing Saya to bounce atop him as he thrust his groin up to meet each movement. His massive erection strained painfully against his tight trunks.

"Mmm... You like that, don't you, sweetheart?" Ivan whispered huskily, breaking free from her nipple to trail kisses along her jawline.

[CaptainL]

Well, Ivan was definitely right about something - Saya wasn't a small woman, either in terms of her bust or in terms of her in general. She blushed a little as she thought about it, her nipple still throbbing from where he had sucked at it, and leaving a tingling sensation in her loins. But Saya was just as capable of using her assets against Ivan - and she was going to do just that, as she pushed his head down into the side of her breast to smother him in the soft flesh!

For a moment, Ivan had gone still as his oxygen was cut off. Saya smirked to herself ever so briefly, content with her efforts. It seemed that she'd managed to outwit him, and that his own lust had led to his undoing when it allowed her to spring her trap! But Saya wasn't exactly the brightest of people, and it seemed she hadn't thought this too far ahead. In pushing his face into her bosom, Saya had inadvertently left him in the perfect position to go back for her nipple, and he took it in his mouth again. As he sucked at her already-tender bud, the blush on her face deepened; her whole body tingled as she tossed her head back with the sound of a low moan. And when he began to buck and rock his hips up and down and from side to side, grinding his body into hers, Saya could feel every curve and contour of his body brushing against her own - making her quite aware of how aroused he was from being pressed close against her! Faced with that, she could only get more flustered!

Still, Saya was willing to fight back, too! Even as her breaths grew heavier and huskier, and her skin dripped with sweat, she pushed herself up along his body and threw her legs around his sides, going to squeeze at them with a bodyscissor. At the same time, she brought her hands up against the sides of her pillowy breasts, pushing them together to squeeze them tighter around his head and restrict air flow. If Ivan was going to fight back from his position, then Saya was going to maintain her efforts - it would all have to come down to who could outlast who!

[MR. Q]

Ivan's world narrowed to Saya's voluptuous form as she encircled his torso with her thighs, cinching him tight within her bodyscissors. He gritted his teeth against the intense pressure, knowing full well this move was designed to cut off airflow and sap his strength.

Despite the growing difficulty in breathing, Ivan remained steadfast in his erotic assault. As Saya pushed her breasts together, mashing them firmly around his skull, he dug his fingers into her soft, pliant flesh. He clawed at her sensitive nipples, tweaking and rolling the hardened buds until she can feel it.

Unfortunately, he might die by a crushed pelvis at this point.

He doesn't wanna die by Snu-Snu!



With a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, Ivan realized the opportunity presented itself - Saya's bodyscissors provided no stability for her, leaving her vulnerable to be turned over.

He focused his energy on exploiting this weakness, flexing his powerful legs to flip their entwined bodies. With a fierce grunt, Ivan moved Saya before slamming her back down onto the mat with a resounding thud. This time, however, Ivan found himself planted squarely on top of her, his muscular frame pinning her down.

Triumphant laughter echoed through the arena as Ivan settled his bulk atop Saya, a devilish glint in his eye. "Looks like the roles have reversed, sweetheart," he taunted, his hot breath fanning her face. "And I always finish what I start."

Ivan's hands trembled with anticipation as he reached for Saya's exposed swimsuit, pulling it aside to reveal her glistening folds. Without hesitation, he plunged two thick fingers deep inside her quivering heat, groaning at the slick warmth enveloping his digits.

"Yes, that's it... Let me in, baby," Ivan cooed, pumping his fingers in and out of her clenching walls. His thumb circled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild with pleasure.

[CaptainL]

With her legs clamping down hard against Ivan's sides, Saya was working to press all the air out of his body - not only from her grip on his waist, but by virtue of her sheer bodily weight pressing down on him from above. She was trying to force the breath out of his lungs, and even if she did squeeze it out, it would have nowhere to go when his face was buried into her bosom! But Ivan had his own ways of countering such an assault - he grabbed for Saya's nipples, causing her to shudder through her clenched teeth as a ripple of pleasure ran through her. Her hips began to shuffle from side to side as she struggled to stay still. But that was only the first part of the plan - in reacting to the sensation, Saya had let some slack into her muscles, letting just a little bit of pressure off her opponent. And that left him with an opening he was ready to seize upon!

As Saya shrank back, Ivan was able to brace his feet against the mat - and then, he flipped himself up to his feet, hurling her down against her back! As her hefty body hit the mat with a loud thud, it was enough to cause the ring to rumble - and a few fans cheered at the sight of the well-executed reversal. Some of them gasped at the thought that Ivan would even be able to lift and throw a woman of Saya's size! But she was certainly feeling the impact - her body jerked up into the air off the rebound, her bare breasts jiggling from the force of the impact, before she sank back down breathless and groggy.

And that was exactly where Ivan needed her for the next phase of his plan. With Saya unable to fight back, he was able to pull aside the crotch of her swimsuit. "A-Aahh..?" she muttered - but she only realized what was about to happen to her a moment later, as Ivan sank his fingers deep inside of her! A sudden surge of heat ran through Saya's body, and her hips arched up off the mat as she threw her head back with a moan, tossing and turning from side to side. When he began to press down on her clit as well, that moan grew even louder. Saya knew that she should have been fighting back - but right now, all she could do was gasp and shake, paralyzed by the pleasure she was receiving!

[MR. Q]

Ivan reveled in the look of shocked pleasure on Saya's face as he finger-banged her slick pussy, the rhythmic pounding driving her rapidly toward climax. Her body jerked and thrashed beneath him, the sound of her escalating moans spurring him on.

"That's it, let it happen, sweetheart," he encouraged, adding a third finger to stretch and fill her more completely. He curled them to stroke her g-spot, the added stimulation coaxing her toward the brink.

"Cum for me, I want to see you unravel!" Ivan urged her. He had to resort to this kind of tactics against this top heavy opponent. If she was more skilled or experienced than him, he would be flattened by now. As for this opportunity, he ain't gonna let go easily.

With Saya trembling beneath him, her juices soaking his fingers and coating his palm, Ivan leaned forward to claim her swollen, aching tits in his eager mouth. He latched onto one pert nipple, sucking hungrily as his fingers continued to piston in and out of her pulsating depths.

"Mmmph...so delicious," he groaned, his tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive nub. His free hand groped and fondled her other breast, tweaking the stiffening peak to intensify her arousal.

Ivan alternated attention between her heaving chest and the dripping pussy below, intent on bringing her to a mind-shattering orgasm.

"Come on, sweetheart...let yourself go," he coaxed between slurps and sucks, driving her relentlessly toward the edge. "Give in to the pleasure, and surrender." He said impatiently.

[CaptainL]

Maybe this match formally permitted hentai tactics, but that was a bridge Saya wasn't ready to cross any time soon. The prospect of getting so...intimate in the ring was one that made her blush; she could hardly think about doing such a thing, let alone employ them herself! But Ivan had no such reservations! He had already sank his fingers into her folds; every inch that slid in deeper brushed against the twitching, sensitive core of her body, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot through her and causing her hips to arch off the mat as her thighs squeezed together. And that pleasure would only grow stronger when he leaned in and took one of her firm nipples into his mouth! As his lips and tongue began to caress against the sensitive flesh, the blush on Saya's cheeks deepened into a vivid red, and her head rolled back with a loud moan, her hips jerking intermittently up and down in the air. Every point that his body contacted hers stirred up a tingly sensation that ran through Saya, and her breaths had quickened into frantic pants at the thought!

Saya couldn't even focus on the match any more - her mind was fully lost in a haze of pleasure, and there was nothing she could hold her focus on but the impulses coursing through her body! "Nnngh..! I, ahhh!! I'm g-gonna..!!"

Saya wouldn't even have time to finish that thought - in mid-sentence, she threw her head back and let out a loud scream, her body jerking into the air as a powerful climax shot straight through her, and her juices began to spray against Ivan's hands and the mat. Then, she fell back down and lay there flat, panting and gasping for air. Technically speaking, forcing an orgasm from Saya wasn't going to win Ivan the match - he still had to smother her. But as she lay there limp and heavy, her chest heaving up and down with every gasp, she was certainly in no position to fight back!

[MR. Q]

Ivan savored every moan, whimper and gasp escaping Saya's lips as he lavished her breasts with devoted attention. He could tell his opponent was torn between outrage and arousal, yet the undeniable physical responses betraying her claimed him utterly. Ivan reveled in the raw vulnerability displayed before him, feeding his ego as he reduced this strong-willed rival to a trembling, quivering mess beneath him.

As Saya's inner walls fluttered and clenched around his fingers, Ivan pumped them harder, determined to draw out the potent release he could sense lurking within her. Each stroke targeted the sensitive hub at the apex of her canal, aiming to stroke that magical spot that would tip her into blissful oblivion.

His other hand cradled her hip, applying subtle pressure to keep her positioned just right while his mouth worshiped her supple mounds.

As Saya's powerful climax ripped through her, Ivan held fast, not allowing her quaking body to escape his grasp. He felt her juices drench his fingers and coat the mat beneath them.

When the tremors subsided, leaving her sprawled limply across the mat, Ivan released her spent form with a triumphant smirk. Saya's chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson from both exertion and post-orgasmic glow.

"Now, that's what I call a good showing," Ivan declared, rising to his knees and looming over his vanquished opponent. "Looks like you're done for tonight, sweetheart."

"But I'm still rock hard."

Badum Tish.

Ivan seized Saya's limbs with ruthless efficiency, effortlessly twisting her legs behind her back. He pinned them in place by sitting astride her spine, effectively trapping her in a Half Leg Boston Crab.

To make matters worse for her, Ivan began to renew his assault on her already slick sex, plunging his calloused fingers inside and plundering her inner walls once more.

"I'm gonna make you go crazy." Ivan grinned.

[CaptainL]

Saya was utterly unprepared for Ivan's assault, and when he was stimulating all her most sensitive regions at the same time, before she could mount any meaningful defense, it was hopeless. Before long, she had reached her climax, her body jerking up from the mat as she seized and writhed in the throes of pleasure; then, she dropped back down, her body going limp as all the slack set into her muscles at once. Her face was still flushed, her jaw hanging open and a trickle of saliva running from the corner of her mouth; her skin was slick with sweat, and her bare breasts slowly rose and fell with every labored breath she took, her swimsuit now doing absolutely nothing to conceal her body. "T-That was...ahh...erm..." she stammered out, only halfway capable of forming any coherent thought. But while Saya had been blindsided, and her thoughts were flooded under a surge of raw emotion, Ivan still had plenty of stamina left in him - stamina that he was going to use against her.

"Ahh? What..?" Saya's eyes grew a little wider as she looked back at Ivan. When her head was spinning and her body was still tingling in the afterglow of her orgasm, she could only barely make sense of what she was hearing. But Ivan was only getting started - and the next thing Saya knew, she would be flipped over onto her back, with her opponent twisting her leg behind her! Suddenly, she could feel a surge of pain erupt down her spine, and she threw back her head with a scream, shaken out of her lustful thoughts by the sharp stinging sensation of having her body twisted into an arc. And only moments later, the pain too would fade, as Ivan began to thrust and pump his fingers even harder into her body! When she was still tingling from the climax she'd just endured, every sensation was amplified, and every push Ivan made caused her to squeal louder as her hips began to buck and her body writhed! Saya was in no shape to fight back, but Ivan wasn't even going for a smother - he was just going to savor his time with Saya even more!

[MR. Q]

As Ivan forced Saya's legs into the excruciating Half Leg Boston Crab, the defeated wrestler cried out in pained surprise. Her previously ecstatic expression contorted into one of anguish as her spine stretched to its limit. Ivan relished the torment he inflicted, deriving sadistic pleasure from another's suffering.

However, as his fingers resumed their relentless assault on Saya's tender, throbbing cunt, her body began to react anew. Desperate squirms and bucking hips betrayed the return of carnal desire despite her predicament. Ivan smirked, finding amusement in Saya's helpless struggle against her own arousal.

"I like these sounds" he taunted, pumping his digits faster and applying increased pressure on her clit. "Gonna make you cum again...and again..."

Saya's tortured moans filled the air as Ivan played her body like an instrument, drawing out exquisite pleasure from every twisted, contorted angle

Ivan continued his merciless assault, prolonging Saya's torment for his own perverse enjoyment. His fingers stroked and toyed within her soaked folds, seeking to unleash another explosive orgasm from his quivering opponent.

"Let me hear you..." he growled, increasing his pace and adding a twist to his touch - rubbing her most sensitive spot just so, coaxing her body towards the edge of ecstasy.

[CaptainL]

Blinded by the sheer flood of pleasure that had consumed her senses, Saya might've almost forgotten she was in the middle of a match. Almost - because Ivan was about to remind her that the match was far from over, when he cranked back on her leg, bending her leg and spine into a painful arc with a Boston crab! She threw her head back in a scream, twisting and turning as she tried to throw Ivan off - but then, when he plunged his fingers into her folds a moment later, she was stunned by an oncoming wave of ecstasy, throwing back her head with a throaty moan from the pleasure! Her mind was being jerked back and forth between pleasure and pain, and Ivan wouldn't let her stay in one place for long! Everything around her had fallen into a blur, and she could only focus on the two extremes she felt!

Even if Saya tapped out, it wouldn't save her - this was a smother match, after all. For that matter, whenever Ivan thrust deeper into the tight recesses of her body, the tingly sensation that washed over her made her ask if she really wanted to tap out when she was enjoying this as much as she was! Before long, with Ivan's wet fingers thrusting faster and faster, Saya would be pushed into the throes of yet another orgasm. Every one of her muscles pulled taut, then released - and the jerk of her hips upward practically caused her to hop into the air as she belted out a scream, her juices dampening the mat beneath her!

For a moment, Saya lay there, panting and gasping. Her heart was still pounding from the stimulation, and she felt hot and tingly all over. But then, as the world around her began to fade back into focus, she stopped and shook herself - no matter how distracted she might have been by the pleasure she felt, Saya was still in a wrestling match that she was going to try and win! Ivan was only trying to drain her stamina with orgasm after orgasm - but he couldn't let him get away with that!

Clutching at the mat, Saya started to drag herself limply across the canvas, huffing and panting with every inch she crawled. If she could just reach the ropes, she told herself, maybe she'd be able to force a rope break, and get Ivan to let her go! She had to keep up the fight!