Refresher Course

As a sexfighter, Bubbles had to admire Haruka’s technique. Really. On a professional level. She was always on what her wife called a ‘sloppy style’, using her weight and size to take over a match, bulldozing through overwhelming force. It worked for her, but Mariah was always telling her how it wouldn’t hold up in a fair fight, against someone who could match her size and power. Thankfully, that was an extreme rarity, but tussling with Femke taught her it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. Fun as it was.

But seeing the way Haruka evaded that headlock was a quick show of how in control the pinkette was, even while she was wound up. It was damn sure not something she would’ve been able to do in the same situation - she tended to get lost in her lust when she was on top of a woman, too used to all the ones who let her ravish them and enjoyed thrill. Good play on her part.

But not good enough to avoid her wife’s awesome tits. ”Got her!”

Bubbles had to bite her lip to keep the squeals out, as Mariah employed her favorite submission hold. She had clearly picked up some points on it from all the time she’d used it in their playfights - making sure to get Haruka deep in the cleavage, clasping her fingers tight for the seal, pressing her arms together to make the breasts mushroom and cover more surface. An effective move, much more than most would give credit for. Bubbles was proud.

And horny. Hornier.

”Oh, I think she likes it.” Mariah mewled as Haruka shook her head about, keeping the grip tight, only readjusting to keep her shoulders clear of the floor. As her foe grew more docile, she reached down with a curious hand and slid between her legs, starting a slow stroke against her lap. Just working her a bit, to start. ”Mind giving me a few licks, too? Have some fun before I put you to sleep.”

Hmmm…could she consider this to be a bad thing?

In a match setting, the answer is yes. Breast smothers, whilst not exactly a professional move, is by no means less effective. Cutting off the amount of air one would usually get, a pair of tits can take one’s breath away. Provided that they are big enough to envelop the mouth and nose. Considering it is a favourite among many wrestlers, that move still has its place within wrestling. Plus, it’s appealing too. Who would not want to be in this position? Man and woman alike?

In the case of other things, the answer isn’t as straightforward. Comparing being in a headlock to this, Haruka would have chosen the breast smother anytime. Well, unless if it was a match where you lose if you’re in a breast smother. Then she might go with the former choice. But it was hard to find things to hate about Mariah’s tits. The musky aroma was still intoxicating within the tube top, letting the body scent fill her nostrils as if that’s the oxygen she needs. They felt soft, warm, inviting. Admittedly the blonde didn’t need to pull Haruka’s head down on them; they felt good that she’d stuff her face onto them herself. If Mariah was inclined to do so.

A shame that the pinkette has to take this seriously. Haruka attempted to push out of it, but Mariah had a tight seal on her head. She wasn’t sure if she could take on Mariah’s request to lick them, considering how hard her face was pushed into her chest. Seeing that moving out of the smother wasn’t going to work well, the pinkette change tactics.

Well, Mariah’s fingers gave her the idea to do so. Haruka shuddered, but she noticed one thing that Mariah overlooked. Taking the chance, Haruka’s tree trunks for legs attempted to snake around Mariah’s before straightening them out for a grapevine.

”So.” Bubbles bit her lip and looked over this fine display of Sapphic beauty. ”How’s she feel?”

Mariah threw a cocked eyebrow back at her wife, then had a full laugh - in part because Haruka was tickling her a bit with some hair that slipped into the breast smother, but also at the silliness of it all. It wasn’t exactly an everyday situation, but it was one she was reveling in, and wishing she’d had the forethought to tape.

”Comfy.” She reinforced the hold, gripping her elbow tight to pull Haruka in deeper and put her struggling to a stop. ”She’s got the most amazing face, feels just right on my breasts. Maybe after she goes to sleep, we can take turns...take…”

She hadn’t been paying too much attention - what with the steaming hot Japanese woman on top of her, and all - but her legs were being spread out, further and further, and they were reaching the point where it was becoming painful. Beyond that, even. Further and further beyond.

...damn it, she was in a grapevine. And wouldn’t you know it, Haruka’s legs were more powerful and flexible than hers.

”Owowowowoow!” She threw her head back and shook her head from side to side, as the pain grew worse with each passing second. It wasn’t enough to make her release the hold, not just yet, but in a moment the point would be moot - it was getting weaker with each passing second, and her captive would be able to break out with ease soon.

How did she forget about the legs?

Haruka was pretty much lucky (no pun intended) that she just figured out on that part. Excellent as those breasts felt on her face, this was an effective smother that will still take her breath away. While this is far from the worst way to go to sleep, it wouldn’t do her good in a ‘match’ like this. And the pinkette falling into a deep sleep would have been a foregone conclusion…had Mariah actually made sure everything was secure.

To her mistake, she wasn’t.

The grapevine was actually the first move Haruka had ever learned from Johnny before entering the ring. It seemed like an excellent way to remain on top whilst controlling their lower body so that they couldn’t escape. Added with the stretch, and it’s a pin that could actually bring someone to submission. That and the way it brings her crotch near the opponents too. It’s no reason why this is one of her favourites to pull out. Works for any occasion.

And with how strong her legs were, it was a killer for Mariah. Definitely didn’t skip leg day at all.

The pinkette kept the stretch to a consistent pace, enough for her not to burn out. Yet, it will chip away at Mariah’s resistance. Once she felt those arms starting to get weaker around her head, Haruka moved her hands behind her head, getting a good grip before seeking to pull them off her head and to pin them over Mariah’s. Haruka could just feel the relief of having her head freed from those lovely valleys, finally getting fresh air into her lungs. “Ahhh~. Yeah, definitely comfy these were. Glad you liked my face too.” The pinkette grinned as she looked down into Mariah’s.

…even if there was a slight twinge that Haruka wants to remain there.

Oh, Bubbles was loving this.

As Mariah and Haruka struggled, she took a seat behind them, sitting Indian style as she looked up and down their legs. She had always been a fan of the grapevine hold, and one of her biggest regrets for being so tall was that few women could probably put her in it. It was a treat to watch, though, especially from this angle. Seeing those muscles straining, bulging, twisting, arcing. The sinews of Haruka’s thighs, dominating her wife’s, wrapping around them like two snakes around their lesser prey.

She rocked back and forth, biting her lip and keeping her distance through a supreme force of will, one that Mariah would’ve found funny as hell, if she weren’t so preoccupied.

”Glad you liked it.” Mariah managed a weak laugh, the best she could do with her arms pinned to the floor and her chest being compressed. ”Feel free to put your face back between them whenever you want, I don’t mind.”

Jokes aside, she was in a bit of a hole now, trapped underneath the staggeringly strong Haruka. She wasn’t unused to being underneath a powerful woman, naturally, but that was when Bubbles was playing around. This time, she was taking some real force from the woman on top, and nothing she had was going to get through.

She wasn’t about to submit, but she wasn’t in a good position, either, and this could only go downhill. For now, though, she was stuck, and the best she could think to do was thrust up with her hips, rubbing her groin against Haruka’s with slow, steady pumps. If she didn’t have any sticks to get her off with, she might as well try carrots.

It’s nothing new for Haruka to forcefully pin someone down whilst in the process of lovemaking. There have been many that held the conception that being on top is the position to be in. That once they are above the other, they are in control. Whilst this may be true in some types of combat, this isn’t usually the case for more erotic variants. Haruka has seen many who’d focus on remaining on top to put way too much effort in doing so than to deliver their own offense. It’s never the be-all and end-all for dominating a match.

Even while pinned underneath a cute ball of muscle, Mariah isn’t genuinely defenceless. With their bodies pressed right up on each other and her hips smacking up into Haruka’s, the blonde was able to do something. Despite feeling the burn from the Grapevine. “Mmm, so enticing~” Haruka purred. It’s certainly something that Haruka could well enjoy. She could just as easily make Mariah submit like this, but that would be no fun at all. That and it wouldn’t have even count to win this ‘match’.

Besides, that wouldn’t get her going as much as what’s happening at the moment. The flesh craved for more, and it left Haruka wanting more. “But there’s another place I wanna go back to~.” The pinktette lowered her head down, letting her lips land on Mariah’s for a deep kiss. Slowly, Haruka began to get her whole body scrub up and down onto Mariah’s. This did mean that she had to relax the Grapevine hold a tad in exchange for letting every bit of skin grind up on the blonde, from her biceps rubbing up on Mariah’s arms to the breasts mushrooming down on the blonde’s own, hardened nips jousting into the soft flesh. The toned, sweat-slicked abs generating quite the friction, Haruka’s inner thighs grinding up on the outer parts of the manager. All the while, their crotches bump and grind into a gradually increasing rhythm that had Haruka moaning into the kiss.

A sight that no doubt Bubbles would go crazy over, but it’s much better living the experience than just witnessing it.

Hot, young, sweaty flesh grinding on top of. Hips bucking and slapping. Two taut, slim legs slapping against each other. All that friction, all that fire, all that passion. Her wife looking on like a starving hyena.

Oooo. Mariah was in trouble, and she knew it.

She was genuinely pinned here - maybe not in the way that would net her opponent a victory, but in the more general sense. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t do much more than squirm, and while squirming was, indeed, an enjoyable experience given the current positions, it wasn’t going to get her free anytime soon. If there was a way out of this, she couldn’t see it right now, and her foe seemed intent on making it hard to concentrate.

A kiss. Not at all surprising in a match like this, but even so, Mariah found herself being taken off guard, her lips caught up with the pinkette’s in a sensual embrace. Her tongue batted at her opponent’s in a playful parody of a struggle, as her eyelids grew heavy and sunk. Deep breaths. Slow, steady, heated. She pressed her chest up, mashing their breasts together, seeking every bit of skin contact she could find.

It was sexy beyond words, their bodies pressing so tight that it was getting hard to tell where Mariah ended and Haruka began, and it was driving Bubbles insane. Like a child with a cake in the oven, she just had to have a little taste. Crawling forward, she brought her head over Haruka’s heavenly ass, dipped down, and had herself a quick nibble at the cheek, peppering it with soft kisses, all while she looked up at the combatants with the most innocent look she could muster without laughing.

Nothing said a referee couldn’t worship a wrestler’s ass in the middle of a match, right? She doubted that was in the handbook.

There was something adorable at the sight of Mariah being so surprised by a simple kiss.

Actually, a kiss isn’t really simple by any means, and her time with Sakura opened her eyes to the art of it. Many people get it oh so wrong, ranging from sloppy to just pressing your face in too much. Haruka liked to think that she wasn’t bad at kissing before she met her girlfriend. She had plenty of practice to nail it down with others. But Sakura made it an art form. As if she could write a whole thesis on it, and Haruka had the excellent opportunity to read it. Study from it and apply it.

Such knowledge is too good not to share after all.

From the way Mariah’s tongue danced with hers, the slight flutter of her eyelids, the pinkette could tell Mariah loved this. Haruka wasn’t forcing it too much, reducing the pain in exchange for absolute bliss. With how docile the manager was, Haruka could ease her through the process. Their bodies grew slick, adding a nice sheen of sweat that glistened their forms greater. Mariah pressed into Haruka, eager to give herself to the pinkette. And Haruka was more than happy to oblige.

Haruka deeply moaned; as much as Mariah was enjoying this, her own arousal grew. And it was at a much faster pace than the woman underneath her. She desperately wanted more, but it was a struggle to match her pace with Mariah’s. Building it up to the same crescendo that both women would reach. Mariah deserved that much. And yet, the pink behemoth’s lust began to drive her mad.

“Mmh!” The sudden nibble at one of her cheeks certainly added to that. Now, this was something Haruka found herself being taken off guard, as she broke the kiss with an audible pop to look behind her shoulder. Of course, Bubbles was still here. And it seemed she wanted a bit of the action. Haruka couldn’t blame her, honestly. “Mmmm, you like my butt~?” She gave those cheeks a wiggle right at Bubbles face as a sign she likes the attention.

“Mmmhmmm…Maybe she’ll like it even more~!”

All of a sudden, Haruka’s legs slide away from Mariah’s, scrambling upwards before firmly planting her crotch and ass right on the face of Mariah. A schoolgirl pin. Less painful than the grapevine, her whole weight right on those lips of hers. And with a loud hot moan, it didn’t take long for Haruka’s hips to roll, bump and grind on those lips. Her hands reached towards the blonde’s head, pulling it right up on her crotch as she frantically began to hump Mariah’s face.

“Haaahhh~ Ohhhh, ffuuuuuuccck…! C-….c-couuuuunt….count!…ahhhhohmygod!”

If kissing was an art, then Haruka was certainly a master, and she almost wished the pinkette could give her wife a few lessons. Not to say Bubbles was a bad kisser - far from it, really. But her wife had a tendency to be sloppy, to get too forceful, could be impatient when it came to sex. She supposed it came with having so much power - Bubbles could be gentle, but it just wasn’t something that came natural. She was a hammer in a world full of nails.

Haruka, on the other hand, had it down to science. Slow, sensual, sporadic. She didn’t move too fast, but wasn’t too slow. Didn’t rush, didn’t force. Let Mariah have some of the pace, but not enough to run away with the pleasure. A perfect lover, in many ways.

It was no wonder, then, that Bubbles had to get herself a taste, her meager self control only holding out so long. If anything, it was impressive that she managed to go as long as she did without engaging.

”God…” Mariah sighed, long and breathless, as Haruka pulled away from their embrace and diverted her attention. It took her a moment to key in on the reason, but sure enough, there it was - her wife, nibbling away on her opponent’s cheeks like they were leftovers in the fridge. Horny devil. Mariah had just enough to giggle at the sight, before everything suddenly got dark and sweaty.

A facesit, and a good one, too. Haruka was all over her face at once, pressing down with her most delicate place, grinding against her features, humping away. It wasn’t the worst place to be, really, save for the lack of oxygen, and Mariah was quick to make herself at home. A little licking. A little kissing. Pressing up, encouraging the contact, trying to drive Haruka even wilder.

A shame it couldn't last. ”1…!”

Bubbles was a bit distracted by her wife’s face getting humped, but not so much that she forgot her reffing duties. She slapped the canvas on time, putting a hard limit on how long Mariah had to enjoy Haruka’s fruits. Damn shame.

Mariah gave her foe’s crotch a hard, hot lick, savoring the taste as much as she could in that instant, then planted her feet flat and pushed up the instant Bubbles’ hand hit the mat a second time, bridging hard and throwing her off at full power, sending her off to the side with a powerful thrust, trying to hurl her off to the side.

The more things change, the more things stay the same. And that is no different when it comes to Haruka.

Even with the added bulk, Haruka hasn’t forgotten to be gentle when it calls for it. Her voluptuous frame from before still had a bit of weight, so she minded when to press down and when not to. Despite being “flabby” to most people’s body standards, she was built around curviness and sensuality.

But with this new form, Haruka had to be careful. With how she could overpower many women in the league, the threat of going overboard was much more apparent. It was a balancing act, and Haruka knew that the scales tip so far to one side when she gets very aroused.

“Hahhh…! Aaaaaaaaahhhn~ aaaaahhhh aaaaagghuuuhn~!”

Hence the way she rode Mariah’s face like a rodeo. Unlike the grapevine, where both can share pleasure mutually, this facesit was solely for Haruka. While this does work as a good pin, Mariah isn’t getting much out of it. Other than the increasing wet crotch that grew immensely. In fact, Mariah didn’t seem to mind as much, pushing her face in even more, even with Haruka forcing her head deeper. Again, going over the point before, Mariah can still do something, even with her at the bottom. Her lips and tongue worked in tandem with Haruka’s hips, the tag team working to drive her crazy. Haruka was desperate for that orgasm. "Huaaahh aaahhh aaahhh aaaaahhhh~!!" She wanted it so bad, the pinkette’s mind absolutely flooded with overwhelming lust.

The next few moments all happened in a blur. So much that Harua didn’t actually clock how long the pin was going for. Or even what Mariah just did.

Haruka only noticed she was bucked off as soon as she stopped tumbling to the side. Her face planted on the floor, panting hard like a hungry animal. Her pussy ached for release and yet getting none. If only a second more, just a bit more…

The pink behemoth found the strength to push up onto all fours, but it was clear she took her time. Her form was shaking, quivering; haggard breaths were noticeable between the other two in the ring. Her mind wracked with the thoughts of what could have been. It could have been glorious.