Asami Asagiri vs. Bubbles Burste - Conservation of Ninjutsu

Bubbles loved to watch her handiwork after hitting an opponent with her signature move, the Steam Roller, and Asami didn’t disappoint in that regard. She took a step back and watched as the ninja stumbled forward, one wobbly foot in front of the other, until...boom. Down she went.

More often than not, this would’ve been the point where Bubbles attempted a pinfall. But Asami was a special girl. Special girls deserved special tactics, and she had just the right thing.

”Hey, Asami?” Bubbles stood over Asami’s fallen body and promptly sat down, dropping her full weight on the ninja’s spine. ”I came up with this camel clutch variation that I’ve been meaning to try out.”

With a lascivious lick of her lips, Bubbles reached under Asami’s chest, grabbed a breast with each hand, and pulled up hard, wrenching her spine as she lifted the ninja’s upper body, digging her fingers into the succulent flesh all the way.

”Let me know what you think, okay?”

When Bubbles began talking to her, Asami could only mumble a winded sounding "Whachu want....?"
But when the full weight of the Amazon's body dropped down onto her, Asami let out a pained cry!

Then she felt the bigger woman's hands creep up under her breasts, grab them, and then use them as hand holds to apply a grope-tastic version of the camel clutch.

"Auuugh....!" Asami cried out as her back was stretched. Luckily, her flexibility let her endure the hold better than others might have. But still, it certainly not a fun time for the Tokyo native.

"Kinda like the hand placement-oww!- but other than that, I'm not really a fan, Bubbles!" she exclaimed.

Feisty, talented, and incredibly flexible? Asami was ticking off so many boxes, it was hard to believe she wasn’t some kind of plant, deliberately brought out by Mariah to drive her wild. The noises she made as Bubbles explored her body was so divine, such heavenly, innocent cries, fitting for Asami’s size. It made the Virgin Killer eager to make her scream louder and louder, and to see what stimuli made what sounds…

She managed to curb her enthusiasm. For now. But such hunger could only go so long without an outlet. Fortunately, she had one.

”Sorry to disappoint you.” She pouted, genuine concern in her voice. She really did want Asami to have the most pleasurable experience possible...as much as she could give while still winning the match, anyway. ”Let’s switch it up.”

That was the sole warning Bubbles gave before she flipped to her back and pulled Asami along with her. One arm was all about winning the match, as she wrapped it around the ninja’s neck and put her in a chokehold - not forceful enough to knock her out quick, but meant to keep her under control. The other was about pleasure, she reached under Asami’s skirt and starting running a finger over her panties - if, indeed, she was wearing any under her outfit.

"Whoa....!" Asami gasped as Bubbles rolled to one side, pulling the lighter kunoichi along with her. On her back, with the American still restraining her, Asami groaned as she felt the other woman's hand slide under the front flap of her outfit, her fingers rubbing against the black thong that covered her sex beneath it.

"Mmmnnn...." she moaned, her struggles lessening as Bubbles's tactics aroused her. "Ok, this is a good hold..."

She began to move her hips, rubbing her ass backwards against the muscular woman's crotch, grinding hard against her sex in an effort to distract Bubbles as she looked about, gauging the distance to the ropes as her thong began to grow damp from the wetness of her arousal....

Bubbles squealed in the delight when she felt that thong, her body vibrating all around Asami. ”Oh, a thong? So naughty.” She huskily whispered in Asami’s ear, like they were trading secrets. “It’s almost like you expected someone’s fingers to be venturing down here.”

Bubbles was all-too content to let the moment take control of her and revel in the feel of this little ninja in her clutches, squeezing and pleasing in equal measure.

She moaned herself as Asami rubbed that cute little butt of hers against her crotch, returning some of the stimulation she was getting. ”You approve, then? I’m glad.” She tightened the hold, but forced Asami’s head to the side as the same time, so she could dip her head down and wrap her lips up with a tight kiss.

No reason to rush. They had all the time in the world.

"Hey, I read the fight card. I wasn't showing up to a hentai match in granny panties." Asami replied softly to Bubbles' first statement.

While the American's fingers felt good...well, no they actually felt amazing, Asami didn't want to cum. Well, at least not first. It didn't really really mesh well with the 'I'm going to own you, big girl.' vibe she wanted to establish. But, the feeling of Bubbles' large body against hers, those fingers at her sex, and last and not least, the searing kiss she found herself in, Asami felt herself surging towards a climax, the silky material of her thong positively soaked at the crotch!

"Mmmmnff.." she moaned into the kiss, her tongue making a quick spiral around Bubbles' as their mouths continued to get acquainted with each other.

No longer content with merely grinding her rear back against Bubbles, the Japanese girl would try to sneak an arm back, reaching between their bodies to get a hand between her own ass and the blonde's crotch, wanting her nimble fingers to start rubbing over her foe's sex...

Asami’s reply brought out a rumbling chuckle from Bubbles. [color=#0099ff]”Honestly? I think you would have pulled off the granny panties. I don’t think there are terrible many things you couldn’t pull off.”

A weird sentiment, but one she meant wholeheartedly. Asami     would have been sexy in just about anything she chose to wear - a nun’s habit, a burlap sack, a sumo outfit, she could rock anything with a body like this. But her attitude was what helped sell the package, as she was all too willing to play the game. Some in the crowd began to boo, wanting to see more action in the traditional sense, but Bubbles paid them no mind - when pleasure was involved, nothing else mattered to her.

But, as good as this was, things could’ve been better. She could tell Asami was close to bursting, and she loved the way those fingers played against her sex, not to mention that tight ass rubbing against her...but this was an awkward way to fuck. Particularly when there was nothing stopping a better option.

After a moment of thought, Bubbles released the hold, flipped Asami around like a pancake, and tried to wrap her legs around the ninja’s waist, hoping to capture her before she could squire away. She’d miss that ass in her lap, but those breasts rubbing against her own could potentially make up for the loss.

Feeling Bubble's hold on her loosen, Asami immediately tried to scramble away from the large American, but she found herself in the process of being flipped.

The self styled kunoichi's reactions, like almost everything else about her, were fast. So, when she landed in her new position, as Bubble's legs were entrapping her, Asami squirmed up the blonde's body. She only went a short distance, but Bubbles' view suddenly became filled the Japanese woman's cleavage as her chest descended on her face, attempting a breast smother!

Asami knew it was unlikely that she could smother Bubbles out quickly enough to make her foe want to release her, so she also gave her a more immediate problem. Her hands also went to Bubbles's shoulders, holding them down to the mat, drawing the ref's attention as she tried to sneak in a pin attempt!

Now, this was new. This was definitely new.

Despite trending towards a more sensual style of wrestling, Bubbles was having a hard time remembering anyone - anyone - who’d ever tried to breast smother her. Not that none of her opponents had the equipment for it, but she imagined they just didn’t see the point. She was, most often, far stronger than them, and breast smothers really worked best when you had the power to hold your foe in place. Not easy.

So, when Asami’s lush, perky breasts came down on her face, descending on her like a fog, it was a surprise. A pleasant one.

”1..!”

That pinfall, however, was not.

Laughing in Asami’s cleavage, she pulled her shoulders up and gave the little devil a sharp bite on the tits. She didn’t pull her head out, though. Was enjoying that far too much.

"Hey!" Asami called out while giggling after Bubbles nipped at the inside of one of her breasts.

A breast smother wasn't exactly the most threatening hold to the American, considering that Bubbles could probably power out of it at her leisure. But truthfully Asami was glad for the break of being on the receiving end of the Virgin Killer's sexual attention, since it gave her the chance to cool down somewhat. Not to mention, it gave her a chance to try some other pinning combinations....

Getting her legs under her, Asami would try to get into a squatting position over Bubbles before suddenly abandoning her smother attempt to reach back and seize the American's legs behind the knees. She would then try to flip forward, rolling over Bubbles while holding onto the bigger woman's legs. The kunoichi would then bridge up, trying to keep Bubbles' shoulders on the mat with a jackknife pinning hold!

"How about this one, blondie...!?" she called down with a grin.