Work (Sayumi Arai)

Sayumi felt her bra loosen as she spilled out into the open air. Cicilia was on the move, she couldn't let her do that though. She moaned softly, dipping her head to intercept the raven haired woman's lips, trying to coax her back upright where Sayumi still reined supreme. "Where were you going? I'm not done with you yet." With both their breasts free, she had no issues heaving herself hotly against the boxer.

She's try to gently slip her hand free from the one she had earlier grabbed, tracing her fingers up along Cicilia's thigh, slowly moving them up to curl a finger over the lip of her panties to try and start wiggling them down. Her kisses were still soft and fleeting, trying her best to keep Cicilia off her A game.

With Cicilia's panties gone, she allowed hers to be removed as well. It was only fair. A shiver ran down her spine as Cicilia managed to brush the nethers against one another, briefly distracting her. She moaned softly into their kiss. The boxing was making a move, she could feel it... she was being pushed back. She hadn't broken the kiss she had been dos distracted with disrobing her... She reached out, setting her hands on Cicilia's shoulders as she tried to lean in on her, to shove her down onto the bed.

Sayumi's eyelashes fluttered as she felt herself fighting a loosing battle again. She wouldn't go quietly, no, she would fight. She pushed back, slipping her tongue into Cicilia's mouth running it over the other girls. Her cheat heaved as she pushed and.... Cicilia fell. Sayumi plopped on to of her feeling triumphant. She giggled into their kiss, breaking away to draw her tongue down along her neck. "You're mine now..."

She wiggled herself between Cicilia's legs, raising and lowering her hips to slowly grind herself up against the other woman's sex. "All mine." Her lips pressed softly to Cicilia's skin as she made her way down to the woman's breasts. A familiar but favored spot she recalled for fondly. She reached out, giving both of her soft pillowy mound a quick grope before she began to kiss a small circle around her nipple, every so often taking a moment to stop and give it a small lick.

"What's wrong?" She spoke sweetly as she nibbled Cicilia's nipple. "Do you need more?" She slowly walked her pointer and middle fingers down Cicilia's body before she lifted her hips, sliding her palm down to rest over Cicilia's sex. She slowly brought her hand back and forth over it as she scooted slightly off Cicilia, half on top of her half on the bed to have easier access to her womanhood while she suckled at her breast. She was at ease now, back in her element with all the control. She could take her time here and do what she pleased how she pleased as her cute bruiser girlfriend couldn't stop her.

Sayumi wrapped her lips over Cicilia's nipple, teeth pinching down to tug and suckle at her before her tongue flicked over it in time with her hand below. She breathed out warm exhales from her nose over the woman's breast. While no longer pressed against Cicilia's sex, she threw a leg over one of the other girls, her calf and thigh sliding up and down the length of the boxer's leg as she gently pleased herself along her thigh.

Sayumi had never stopped rubbing between Cicilia's legs. In fact her change of positioning only made the task easier for the both of them. She cooed happily as she had the boxer at her mercy using her breasts as a staging ground for her battle front against the other woman. All had been going according to plan...

Well, until her innate arousal betrayed her. The gentle grinding of her hips against Cicilia's leg seemed to have lit a spark in the other woman.

Sayumi's new position only half laying against Cicilia was a position of power in only that it gave her access to where she wanted, and displayed how passive the boxer had become. When it came to the other woman fighting back, she had no leverage. She had nothing holding her back.

As Cicilia heaved to roll her over, she resisted at the half way point, side by side, face to face as she pushed back. Unlike Cicilia's raw power, she was applying pressure. If the boxer continued to push, she would definitely be able to mount Sayumi. However as she had them at a momentary deadlock, she did everything in her power to try and drained the fight from her.

Her sucking intensified as she buried her face in the woman's chest, trying to nuzzle against her while she worked. A single finger would curl from her palm, attempting to slip through the boxer's welcoming velvet folds to enter her most scared place. She moaned and breathed out heavily.

Everything she could do in a last ditch attempt to force Cicilia o surrender the struggle and let her win the exchange. If she didn't let her, the boxer would be able to roll her onto her back without issue, but she wouldn't stop her current attentions.