The Education of Desdemona Belti: Touko 'Dojo' Papillon

[BlackAkuma]

The good news? Dizzy was between Dojo’s thighs. That was where she wanted to be.

The bad news? She was between Dojo’s thighs, but facing the wrong way. Frustrating, that.

Dizzy thrashed about in Dojo’s hold, struggling to find some give, some way out. She was far from the strongest opponent she had ever faced, but the older woman had real lower-body strength, and escaping her like this was no easy task. Everywhere she turned, everywhere she twisted, the woman was all over her.

Okay. Okay, focus. Think about this. There was always a way out, she just had to…

”I couldn't quit if I wanted to, babe.” She stopped thrashing and began moving around, twisting her head in Dojo’s hold. She couldn't pull her head free yet, but she could circle around. ”’Hentai Submission’. You’ve got to make me submit with orgasms.”

She swiveled this way and that, until she had managed to turn her body 180 degrees around, putting her pert, barely clad butt right above Dojo’s face, a sight she sincerely hoped the woman enjoyed. ”And while these legs are hot…”

Dizzy planted her hands on the canvas, dipped down with her legs, and thrust up with them all at once, trying to pull her head free all at once and roll away from Dojo for a quick escape.

[FatCat]

"Sigh, don't remind me."

Touko sighed, irritated, when she heard Dizzy's comments. She really rather wouldn't make her orgasm, even if she had agreed to it. It was frustrating. She raised her arm, thinking that perhaps her slaps could make the girl agree to quit. However...

"Huh? Woah!", Touko yelped when she suddenly saw Dizzy's ass almost falling into her face. And for a moment, Touko just stared at it, blinking.

And before she could respond, Dizzy had already managed to thrust up and save her head from Dojo's thighs, and rolled away.

"H-hey, that's...!", Touko felt her face turning red, irritated at not being able to hold the girl, "... not actually a bad move."

She had to give credit where it was due, that was a nice move. However, she knew she shouldn't stay on the ground for too long. She was not good at grappling, and in a match like this, Dizzy had the advantage. Maybe she could beat her if she got on her feet and pummeled her with strikes.

"A-after all, I expected it. This was all my test, you see, to see if you were a good opponent!", she tried to save face as she slowly got to her knees, trying to get up.

[BlackAkuma]

”Now I’m going to remind you at every single opportunity.”

Honestly, it was adorable. She had found Dojo’s naivety kind of annoying at first, but knowing that it wasn’t an act and that she was genuinely just like this somehow made it so much more endearing. The purity of it, she supposed, like she was getting to corrupt someone who’d been completely innocent up to this point. A rare treat for a heathen such as herself.

It brought a smile to her face, one that was still holding as she squirmed her way out of Dojo’s hold and ade her quick escape, creating some daylight between them. ”Thanks!” She snickered at the reluctant compliment. ”I paid attention to some of my Mom’s lessons, learned a few things.” She pushed up to her knees as Dojo tried to do the same a few feet away. “Like this.”

She came in again, rushing towards Dojo at full speed, her bare feet quickly padding along the matted floor. When she was close enough, she leaped up, opened her legs, and tried to snag Dojo’s head with them and wrap her thighs around the woman’s skull. With that locked in, she fell back, pulled her opponent through, and attempted to send her flying off, pretty-ass-over-teakettle with a hurricanrana.