Rina vs Aoto - Last Woman Standing Hentai Match

[Potato]

Aoto would grunt softly, having failing to lift her opponent up, but Rina was letting the rookie grope her breasts as they embraced each other in a rather suggestive position. Aoto wouldn't back down, squeezing and kneading the other woman's boobs as Rina purred.

"Y-you seem to be enjoying yourself a bit too m- AHH!" Her sentence would get cut off as her belly is suddenly struck by Rina's hip, before she finds herself staring down at the mat again.

"KYAAA!"

Aoto would scream as she crashed into the mat for the second time this match, lying spread eagle after getting tossed onto the mat via a overhead slam, with Rina showing the audience how easy and effortless it was for her to do so. She would lie there, dazed, her blue hair spread out nicely on the canvas as she stared up at the lights, groaning in pain.

[Livia]

Rina sauntered over to the sprawled-out cutie with a slow, satisfied sway in her hips, clearly loving how easily she’d tossed Aoto around like a ragdoll. She nudged the dazed girl’s side with the toe of her boot, giving a light little kick just to watch her twitch.

“Aww, already seeing stars, honey?” she teased, voice sweet and dripping with fake concern. “That was only two moves… don’t tell me you’re done already.”

She stepped over Aoto’s body, planting one foot on each side of the smaller girl’s waist, towering above her like she owned the entire ring. Then, with a deliberate little bounce, Rina dropped her firm, toned ass right onto Aoto’s soft tummy, straddling the Dazed cutie under her

Leaning forward slowly, Rina placed her hands on either side of Aoto’s head, hovering just inches above her face like a paramedic checking on a patient except her smirk was anything but professional. She reached down and playfully squeezed both of Aoto’s cheeks together, making her lips pout cutely, then gave them a couple of light, teasing slaps.

“Wakey wakey, little bluebird~” she cooed, slapping her cheeks again, a bit firmer this time. “You’re not tapping out already, are you? Come on… open those pretty eyes for me. I’m not even warmed up yet.”

[Potato]

Aoto would groan as she heard Rina say something, though she only caught a few words here and there as she tried to clear away the dizziness and pain from being thrown onto the mat again. Before she knew it, Rina would suddenly drop her ass onto her tummy, eliciting a soft groan from the bluenette as Rina played with her cheeks.

"Nnghh...S-stop slapping me!"

Aoto would take a few slaps to the face, finally coming to as she tried to wrap her thighs around Rina from her position to pull her in for a breast smother!

[Livia]

Rina felt Aoto's thighs clamps around Her waist like a vice snapping shut but the angle was wrong. Rina had been perched on her stomach, not between her legs, so the squeeze didn't pull Aoto's chest up to smother. It dragged Rina down. Instead of resisting, Rina let the pull do the work dropping her body forward with the motion so her full weight pressed down even harder. Their breasts pancaked together instantly, soft yet firm flesh squishing and molding against one another in a tight, heated seal.

Rina’s long white hair cascaded down like a silky curtain, completely blocking out the arena lights and the roaring crowd. In that private little world between them, only their faces remained inches apart.

“My my my~” she purred, voice low and dripping with wicked delight. “You want me closer, don’t you, honey?”

She leaned in even more, letting their bodies melt together from chest to hips. One hand slid smoothly around Aoto’s slender neck, fingers wrapping gently but possessively thumb stroking just under her jaw to remind her exactly who was in control. Then, without another word, Rina captured Aoto’s lips in a deep, passionate French kiss. Her soft, warm mouth moved hungrily against Aoto, tongue slipping inside to claim her completely, slow and dominating, tasting every little surprised whimper.

She kept the kiss going, rolling her hips once to grind their pancaked breasts together while her hand stayed firm on Aoto’s throat, holding her right where she wanted her.