A playgirl succubus meets a splash. ( Nazaria vs. Amie ) ( Hentai )

The repeated licks were blatant taunts to Amie as she watches Nazaria make a display. There's a moment before she'd pounce that Nazaria might even see the shudder on Amie's face at the expert little licks at her finger...as if imagining her tongue was..somewhere else, making the same motion. Clearing her thoughts, Amie charges in..and upon dragging the playgirl succubus down to the mat, she tries to at least pin one arm - the other gliding down the front of Nazaria's tummy. Fingertips play at her navel before snaking down, suddenly underneath her panties...and..sticking her tongue out at Nazaria, she traces down the edge of her lips in a "v" shape, before curling her fingers up, daintily playing at her clitoris...


"...'zhis time, you're gonna be the one to make a mess on the mat!" She insists, her accent a bit thick as her breasts push against the femme from behind..

Amie moved quickly for someone who had just recovered from a thunderous, leg-jellifying orgasm. She moved fast enough to actually take Nazaria by surprise, being able to grab onto her, take control over her, and start to go to work on the succubus's sex to try to even the score between the two of them. Nazaria was panting lightly as Amie's legs spread hers apart and the French girl gained control over her limbs, and started panting a little more heavily as she felt fingers sliding underneath the bottom part of her costume and entering her pussy.

"Mmmm!" she would moan, her mouth then hanging open a little as she would feel those digits entering her cunt and playing with her vulnerable clit. Nazaria squirmed a little bit as Amie taunted her, the girl's accent getting a little thicker as she asserted her control. Nazaria was very quickly getting aroused from this situation, but she wasn't upset about that.

"Heh heh...you're doing very well," she would compliment Amie. "Maybe...mmm...I'll let you win one over me, you know? And then I'll finish you off...it will be delicious."

It was kind of..liberating, for Amie - touching this femme she was crushing on. There's a deep breath behind Nazaria as she feels Amie drink in her scent....

"That's right, cherie ..Just relax." A lewwd little giggle follows as Amie becomes more playful, letting her body glide against the succubus' back lewdly and rolling her hips at the back of Nazaria's waist, almost as if she had boy parts, also.

At this point, she's trying to intentionally expose Nazaria, like she was, using her hip pressure to keep her girl bits aimed up at the air ..tongue lewdly rolling up to the base of her ear, whispering french sweet nothings that Nazzaria wouldn't understand. Despite the language barrier, with how breathy Amie's voice was, it was positively filthy

And a fingertip begins twirling expert circles at her clitoris, toying with that little bundle of nerve endings...pace increasing slowly to a point where it'd bring an uneven breath from Nazaria's lips - a moan, or a squeak..and then her stimulation would cull back..slowly increasing again, until she was past that point - and would continue until Nazaria would become uneven again..

Amie was trying to edge her, hard - with some sort of sneaky intent to get Nazaria off into a multiple-orgasm of sorts..

Nazaria was enjoying the treatment she was receiving from Amie. She was actually rather surprised that the French girl had managed to recover so quickly and act so decisively to put her in such a difficult position. Nazaria was not a trained wrestler. She was strong, but her strength could only do so much for her when she was held in a position like this one. She would wait and see if she could find an opportunity to get away. If she couldn't...well, she still had no doubt who would be winning.

Amie was doing a good job of arousing Nazaria, too. The girl's hips thrust gently against Nazaria's bum, forcing her sex upwards, letting Amie's fingers find their way deeper into the folds of Nazaria's steamy sex. The French girl whispered in her native tongue in Nazaria's ear, and Nazaria did her best to understand the words. She had taken French classes as a child, and, though she was by no means a master of the language, she thought that she could pick up a few words and phrases, and they made her smile.

Ultimately, the succubus was enjoying herself. She loved sex. She would breathe a little faster every second, moan a little louder, as she felt Amie's touch, and her pussy got more and more wet as Amie continued to stimulate her clitoris.

"Bwahaha." That voice is almost evil. Amie continues to edge her opponent...a few seconds of intensified stimulation followed by a speckled new sensation - a kiss to her neck, a gentle brush of fingernails against her thighs...followed by a series of dizzying clitrubs that would bring most normal girls to their knees - plush breasts kissed against her back, reminding her that she's well-trapped at this point. Amie's thighs flex, clamping, trying to "emulate" the way your thighs would go stiff before an orgasm, leans in, and suddenly the little twitter against her sensitive point ramps up deathly quick, trying to employ her "strategy" . If Nazaria would pop off on her fingers, she'd immediately stop the stimulation, and let her twitch for a few seconds, before trying to enact her strategy - ramping up the second she'd cool off completely, not a moment too late, and try to throw her right into another orgasm - apparently not nice enough to let go, like Nazaria was.

At this point, Nazaria decided to let herself be overcome by her opponent. That wasn't to detract from what Amie had accomplished—the girl had managed to get the jump on Nazaria, and had her in a wrestling hold that the succubus just wasn't quite able to escape from—but Nazaria was also not quite so helpless as one might have thought. She was a sexual prodigy, and she was going to enjoy herself while in this hold. Amie could pepper her with kisses, tickle her thighs, and rub and rub away at her clit. Nazaria would moan and wiggle and thoroughly enjoy herself as her opponent worked her over in that way.

And, eventually, Nazaria would cum. "Mmmmnnn!" she would moan, her back arching as her pussy drooled juices. The orgasm lasted for a good, long time, and for a second Nazaria's mind even got a little hazy.

But she snapped back to reality in time to realize what her opponent was trying to do. Amie wanted to send her right into another orgasm. Well, Nazaria wasn't going to let that happen. With her endurance, she was already lucid again, much sooner than most girls and women would be. She would play dumb for a little while longer, however. Stay still, moan and thrash just a bit as Amie fingered her.

Then, Nazaria would suddenly flex her lower body, using her thigh muscles to tighten up and "grab" Amie's hand, humping it a little harder but doing so to keep it from moving around much inside of her. Then, Nazaria would throw all her body weight to one side, trying to turn them over and get on her belly, where she might have some additional options.

"He..he..hehehe..." ..As Nazaria reacts - thrashing a bit, Amie knows that she's up by one, and there's a lewd little smile on her still-flushed face. The stimulation re-doubles, trying to catch Nazaria off guard, all according to plan...until she feels her thigh clamp. Like some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder, she freezes - after all, the last time Nazaria's thighs clamped, she squirted. ".wah?!" .. Her thighs flex , trying to stop Nazaria from tipping over - though clearly not expecting Nazaria to be full strength already, a twist of her hips brings her careening to the floor where she's wiggling about for control.. "H--how're you..already..?!"

Nazaria was successful in her efforts to trick Amie. The girl was obviously not expecting Nazaria to be back in fighting form so fast. And, actually, the French girl had gotten very close to forcing Nazaria into a second orgasm. The succubus wouldn't have really minded, but she wasn't really in the mood to give up any more points. She would let Amie have all the pleasure, and enjoy watching her foe squirm as she's driven to orgasm and to defeat.

Nazaria grinned down at Amie once she was on top, bringing one hand down to pull Amie's hand away from her crotch, while the other would seek to pin the other blonde's other arm above her head. "You might think of me as a succubus, dear. I'm all about sex. I live it, breathe it. And now, you are going to become my newest victim...mmm." She licked her lips.

"You're going to love it," she would add, before bringing a knee up to start rubbing it forcefully against Amie's sex.

The seductive approach - much like the original, if not lewd draw of her poster - was indeed thoroughly effective against the swimmer's lithe frame. Her half-secured leotard, still displaced from the earlier fingering dangles precariously on her form - and like this, her bare slit settles on top of Nazaria's smooth thigh with a little "...ahn!" as she's fitted. Her buttocks flex, trying to balance herself so there's not too much movement...though where she's forced into the lewd, erotic ride - there's a trail of girl cream smeared against her thigh as silky soft netherlips roll against her leg..soft little hips dragging along her flesh. The flush on her face is deep as pretty pink lips part, as if she's about to say something, but nothing comes out...

And, just like that, Nazaria had her opponent right where she wanted her. Amie had turned out to have a lot more fight in her than Nazaria had initially suspected. She was a decent wrestler, too—probably more technically proficient than the succubus, if perhaps not quite as strong. She had managed to make Nazaria cum.

Now, Nazaria was going to pay her back in pure pleasure. She was going to make Amie cum once, twice, maybe more, and thoroughly dominate the French swimmer.

The little moans, huffs, and pants were music to Nazaria's ears. It seemed that Amie had already lost the ability to speak by virtue of arousal—the trail of juice that her pussy left on Nazaria's knee attested to that, as well. Like a shark sensing blood in the water, Nazaria would move in for the kill. She would try to pin both of Amie's arms above her head. Then, she would lean down, starting to nibble on her opponent's neck, biting the skin very softly between her teeth.

"Mmh...and now you're mine," she whispered.