Tiffany Laurence vs Kim Rhee: This Is Your First Time...?

Despite her size, Tiffany was capable of short bursts of speed that could catch people by surprise. It looked like Kim had been caught off guard.

*She may be fast, but if she's not smart about the way she moves, I will send her to hurts-ville before too long.* the blonde thought to herself.

Stepping forward as Kim got to her feet, Tiffany was about to reach out to try and grapple the Asian close, wanting to tie her up and negate her speed advantage. But her opponent suddenly spun while crouched, lashing out with a leg. Now it was Tiff's turn to let out an embarassing "Uuwahh!" as she got a leg swept out from under her.

The Texan fell onto her back. It was a surprise, but there wasn't much in the way of damage from the fall. Well aside from the pride. But now Tiffany was on the mat, and off her vertical base. She would try to scramble to her feet, not wanting to be a target for Kim and whatever mat skills she might possess.

There was some real satisfaction on Kim’s face as she managed to topple the Texan, loving the surprise on her face, the awkward squawk she made, the vibration of the ring as she came crashing down. It wasn't the most damaging move, but it didn't need to be. Tiffany was flat on her back, unmoored, and that was more than enough for Kim to start seizing the advantage she craved.

Tiffany seemed to realize that, too, because she started to slide away with the fervor of a fly caught in a web. Smart of her - less experienced women would've thought their weight and size would favor them on the floor, that Kim would be easy to overpower. This one seemed to know better. Not that it would save her.

As Tiffany backpeddled, Kim spun about and planted her feet and hands on the floor like a panther preparing for the lunge. When she was far enough away, that was precisely what she did - Kim leaped forward, went high, and came down on her fast from above, looking to land with a knee drop right in the middle of Tiffany’s lovely chest. It made such a large target, she couldn’t pass it up.

As Kim crouched, it conjured up the image of a jungle cat about to make some hapless animal it's prey. The leap from such a position caught Tiffany off guard. Somehow, the Asian got both the height, and the distance, for a kneedrop to her bountiful chest!

"Auuughh!" the blonde cried out in pain before gritting her teeth against any furthur outburst.

While she knew that size wasn't everything in a fight, Tiffany still felt a keen rush of embarassment whenever she found herself struggling against a smaller girl. Everyone always expected her to dominate when she held a commanding size advantage. And Kim was almost as small as they got. So despite herself, she was feeling less than confident as she struggled to get her breath back after Kim's surprisingly effective kneedrop.....

There was an odd grace to Kim as she flew forward and came down on Tiffany. Her body was poised, her arms were stretched, it was as if she were trying to put as much of herself on display as possible as she flew - and, in truth, she was. But the ending, the landing, the final destination, was anything picturesque. Not for Tiffany.

She came down hard on the larger woman, knocking the wind out of her and creating an opportunity she wasn’t crazy enough to let slip away. The only question was how she’d follow up - pain or pleasure?

She decided to mix them both for now. She slid her leg down Tiffany’s taut body, placing a thigh against her womanhood and sliding it in place, fitting like they were made to be that way. At the same time, though, she brought her arm up and dropped a hard elbow right in the middle of her chest, trying to keep her on the floor and vanquish any thoughts of escape.

”Don’t suppose I could get you to stay like this for a while?” She whispered, right before hammering the blow home. ”You’ll like it. I promise.”

Tiffany was just getting her breath back when she felt Kim's lithe leg slide up to her groin. She gasped at the feeling.

"Tempting offer but- auugh!" Tiffany began, but her reply was cut short when Kim drove her elbow down into her chest.

"I didn't like that at all..." the blonde groaned in protest.

For the moment her escape was thwarted. But that didn't mean she was going to be passive about any of this. Kim's position left her open to retaliation, both sensual and otherwise. Tiffany's leg slid up between the Asian's thighs, rubbing up against her sex while she tried to get her right hand up, under Kim's jawline, trying to get the leverage to roll the other woman over and reverse their positions, so the Texan could take the top spot...

”Shame.” Kim replied, with a pout and a tone that could almost make you believe she was genuinely disappointed. ”Maybe I have some other moves you’ll like.”

Kim dipped down and let her tongue dart out, sliding along Tiffany’s honeyed lips, all the way to her nose. The Texan’s own attempts at a sexual assault were more than welcomed - Kim gasped a scandalous gasp, then pressed in even tighter. Not much of a deterrent. The hand under her jaw was a different matter, though.

Kim was smaller, weaker, and she was giving up at least thirty pounds. She was going over, there was no way around that, but just because she was going to be on the bottom didn’t mean she couldn’t be in control.

As much as it pained her, she slid her leg from between Tiffany's thighs as they rolled, putting it to better use. She brought her thighs around the Texan’s waist, hooked her ankles behind her and powered down with a strong body scissors, unleashing all the deceptive strength in her legs. At the same time, Kim reached up and tried to pull her head into a front facelock, hoping to stretch her opponent’s body with a guillotine choke.

Not that she thought Tiffany would submit so soon, to the first hold. But it would be fun to watch her squirm.

Kim's tongue tracing it's way over her lips almost made Tiffany reconsider her decision to roll the other woman over. Almost. But, then she figured if she took the upper hand in this, she could make the Asian put her tongue to work on another part of her body.

After rolling Kim over though, the Korean got her legs around Tiffany's waist, squeezing hard. The body scissors forced her to change her plan. She rose to her feet, easily carrying Kim's weight as the other woman's arm snaked around her neck. Tiff groaned at both the surprising amount of pressure Kim was able to bring to bear, as well as the feeling of the Asian's lithe body pressed up tightly againt hers.

But she didn't let that deter her. Tiff ran full speed at one of the corners, smashing Kim between her body and the padded turnbuckles, looking to drive the air out of her opponent.

Then, while they were in close together, the blonde pressed her lips to Kim's in a searing kiss, her tongue working it's way into the Asian's mouth like an invading force, dominant and aggressive as it found the dark haired bombshell's. Although the cowgirl didn't need much urging to kiss a girl as hot as Kim, there was a reason for the timing of her make out session: She was trying to make it hard for her foe to catch her breath. Granted, Kim would be able to breath through her nose during the kiss, but she wouldn't be getting as much of her wind back as she would without the kiss.

One of the Texan's hands slid down between Kim's legs after tracing its way down her belly, sliding under her almost nonexistent bikini bottom to start rubbing the lips of the Asian's sex.

That, Tiffany did because she couldn't resist trying to arouse a woman as hot as Kim while she had her in this position....

It wasn’t too surprising when Tiffany began to rise up - after all, while she wasn’t quite as bulky as some of the amazons Kim had fought in the past, she clearly had strength to spare, as had been evidenced by everything she’d done in the fight so far. Kim didn’t look behind her to check the position, but she had a fairly good idea where this was going and what would be happening next. When Tiffany confirmed her suspicions by charging forward, she powered down on the hold, riding it all the way until the dreaded impact.

The Texan Train crashed and crashed into the turnbuckle, driving the wind out of Kim and forcing her to let the facelock go. She didn’t scream, keeping quiet despite the pain coursing through her back, but she throw her head back with a stone-faced grimaced. That hurt, pads be damned, and it wasn’t a good spot for her to be in strategically.

Sexually, however, it was quite pleasant. Kim was quite aware of what Tiffany was trying to do with her smothering kiss - it was a tactic she’d employed a few times, herself, and she could appreciate the technique. Not to mention those fingers sliding beneath her legs, which she welcomed with bucking hips.

She indulged in the kiss for a few more moments, before countering in the best way she could think of. Kim’s teeth suddenly snapped down on Tiffany’s body lip, enough force to hurt but not to break skin, giving her some incentive to pull away. At the same time, her fingers went to work behind Tiffany’s back, undoing the strings on the bikini. The more access she had to that lovely white flesh, the easier this would be for her.

The Texan continued to try and smother Kim with her kiss, as her fingers began to explore the Asian's womanhood. They began to stroke along the lips of her pussy, pressing and rubbing against her clitoris. Tiffany was just starting to get into a rhythm whwn suddenly Kim nipped her lips with her teeth.

She gave a sharp hiss of pain, but also chuckled. While not a machoist, she did like a bit of rough play in her sex, especially when it came to matches like this...

Tiffany pulled back with a grin, running her tongue over her bottom lip where it was bit.

"Feisty....oh I could get to like you.." she breathed.

She didn't notice Kim subtle fingers unknotting her top until it fell away, revealing her breasts to Kim and the crowd. The blonde looked down in surprise, taking her eyes off of Kim for a brief moment.

Ah, it was a shame that they couldn’t do this in a more private setting. While Kim was no stranger to having her lovemaking be on the rough side - she even preferred it that way - she would’ve liked to take her time with this one. Tiffany’s technique was a little rough, perhaps, and she didn’t have the most subtle approach, but what lacked in delicacy she made up for in eager, readily prodding Kim’s sex. It was almost enough for her to forget about the mission her fingers were on.

But she didn’t. They worked just like they were supposed, and off came the bikini, freeing those poor puppies. She was happy to see them go, and apparently so was the audience - whoops and hollers rang throughout the place. It was that moment where Kim decided she liked Japan.

She was going for a distraction, though, and a distraction was what she got. Tiffany was looking down all of the sudden, and she had a nice, wide open head that was just begging to be attacked.

Kim reached out, grabbed Tiffany’s hair with one hand to yank her head back, then threw a swift elbow in her face, looking to hit her square on the eyebrow. Luckily for her, black eyes weren’t a turnoff in her book. In some cases, they were even an improvement.