Hawkeye vs Army Best of 5 Match 3: Hardstyle Hentai

Damnit. Aside from stinging like hell, her breasts extra sensitive after their earlier foreplay, it was such a girly thing to do, recoil from a chop to her tit like that. Not a good way to earn respect, and if he knew it had an effect like that, nothing would stop him from just doing it again whenever he wanted.

So she grit her teeth, and charged in at the bigger wrestler...which was a foolish decision, as he swung his arm at the same time, his arm smacking into her chest, dropping her bikini clad body down onto the mat, curled up at his feet, holding her chest!

Army brought Hawkeye down hard, nothing graceful about it - there was no getting around the size advantage here, and it was one that served him well, sex match or not. He probably could’ve kept on like this, too, feeling kore than confident in his ability to control this match and keep his opponent on lockdown...but that was the point. He’d screwed up last time by playing with her too much, and it nearly cost him this match. This time, he was taking it a little more seriously.

Instead of coming down on her from behind, Army dropped down right on top of her and tried to straddle her at the waist, bringing their hips together. Nothing was going into anything just yet, but that was clearly the idea, as he moved up and laid down across, reaching up to take her lips against his in a fiery kiss.

Old-fashioned, maybe basic, but maybe that was the best path to take, here.

Well...this was going poorly. Hawkeye was starting to regret not just doing the honorable thing and getting back in their previous position. Sure, she'd still be at a disadvantage, but getting fingered was better than taking a hard clothesline to the chest for certain.

As if reading her thoughts, Army plopped down upon her, getting a gasp out of her as his waist landed on her own, feeling his hard on press through his shorts, the stiff member poking against her bikini bottoms, moving against her as laid himself upon her, making it clear just what he was intending to get around to doing, while his lips captured the winded soldiers in a hot kiss, his body keeping her pinned down for the moment.

"Mmmmff.." she let out, though if it was a muffled moan or a protest, even she wasn't certain, her body starting to get warm again as she shifted and and writhed under him, each movement of her hips causing her crotch to brush against his covered dick, making her shiver a little against his skin, her arms going around his broad shoulders as she kissed him back.

There was probably something wrong with her psyche, that she be so attracted to a guy who had beaten her up in the ring like he had...but dammit if he wasn't just so hot!

God, Hawkeye was hot. The rare kind of hot that Army didn’t see too often in the AFW, too - a lot of the women he’d encountered kind of new that they could drive a guy wild by just standing there, and they could use that against you. Hawkeye came off way more natural, like she didn’t really know how great she looked in that outfit, and the divide was driving him crazy.

So much so that, when the two of them kissed, he decided to let the moment carry him away and just go with it. His tongue came out, nice and slow, dipping forward with little thrusts before driving in the whole way. One hand went through her hair, wrapping his fingers through a few sweaty stranding, while the other caressed her back as he rolled over, giving him more access.

It was a slow, heavy kind of lovemaking, way more into the ‘sex’ of ‘sex-fighting’, but it was a comfortable place to be. For now.

Fuck

This was hot. By far the hottest sensual encounter she'd ever had. Army wasn't just fighting, it was becoming more and more clear. he was into her, and frankly...she was into him.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she eagerly met it with her own, twisting and rolling with it in her mouth. Him rolling her over, with her now on top of him, was a surprise, but allowed him to hold her body closer to his, his large warm body on hers making her feel...comfortable...

His hands stroked her back, and in return, she stroked his broad shoulder, her other hand sliding its way down his chest and sides, feeling his firm abs. Forget the teasing from earlier...she knew what she wanted now.

Feeling his hard member under her, she adjusted herself, so that her crotch was directly against his, and began humping against him, rubbing her covered pussy against his length, moaning loudly into his mouth as the crowd catcalled them both.

Army had never been too picky about it before the AFW, but ever since joining Tension, he’d steadily grown a taste for more muscular women. Not bodybuilders, not necessarily, but women who kept strong figures, who kept in good shape, who had a lot of muscle. There was just something about the feel of having his body rub up against them and having that push back, feeling that raw power that drove him crazy.

He was getting a lot of that with Hawkeye, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t working wonders for him.

She was into it. Clearly. And it helped that he was definitely into it, too. No problems here, work with it.

She started to hump him, grinding up against him, and she might as well’ve hit him with a taser. Army’s back arched and her threw his head back, gasping and pushing up against. His muscles tensed and he let out of a long groan, as his body seemed to take on a mind of its own for a moment.

It really was hilarious, how quickly things in AFW could go from inflicting pain to inflicting pleasure at a moments notice. She didn't even feel any sting in her breast anymore, just the pleasure as their bodies worked with each other, feeling herself get wet again against his warm body.

She couldn't stay like this though. Well...correction, she could, quite easily, and really wanted too...but she still had a strong desire to win this match as well, and she couldn't do it just making out with Army. So she shifted her position, crotch no longer against his bulge, sadly, but one hand trailed down his firm body, only this time, she slid her hand into his swimsuit, moaning into his mouth as she took firm hold of his bare cock, starting to slowly pump it, smooth and soft hand moving up and down his shaft!

Army had to chuckle as she slid her hand into his pants, shifting gears and trying to take control. It was cute, really, like she thought he was going to forget about the objective here and botch the match so easily. Yeah, her hand felt good down there - divine, even - but there was no way he was just going to sit back and let...her…

Huh.

He couldn't move.

Oh, he was trying. He jerked around a bit, tried to make his body obey orders, but he got little more than twitches in response. Everything felt heavy, slow, laconic, like he was being held down by some unseen force. He was trying to interrupt, stop Hawkeye and take control, but the rising climax was robbing his strength - all he could was lay back and moan. ”Oh...oh, fuck…”

Oh. Oh yes.

The feel of Armys warm, stiff, throbbing member in her hands was damn near intoxicating to Riza.

In truth, for a long time, the woman never really saw herself as the "sexy" type. Sure, she knew she was an attractive, even beautiful woman, she wasn't that dense, she just never saw herself in the "sexy" contest. Didn't really tease or flirt, didn't really use the power of lust or sex appeal... it her time in wrestling was getting her more acquainted to it...and seeing how Army was reacting, the power she felt, the confidence in her looks, her body...she could get used to this sort of thing.

Noticing Armys reaction, she decided to play into it further, licking at his bare chest. "You like this Army?" She teased, stroking her hand up his shaft...before making an impulse decision. "Then you're gonna love this..." she muttered, kissing her way down his body until she was sitting on his legs.

If he didnt stop her then, committed to her actions, Hawkeye would grip his shorts and pull down, exposing his manhood to all, the site of the hard road making her blush as she leaned down to kiss at the tip, then give a long lick up his shaft!

Army was fucked. Figuratively and soon to be literally.

When she kissed him, pecking further and further down his body, it was like every contact left him weaker and weaker, whittling away at his reserves, tearing him apart, turning his muscles to mush and leaving a husk in their wake. He tried to fight, to move, to do anything to stop her, knowing where this was all going but…

...but he just didn't want to. Didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to stop her. Didn’t want to do anything but lay and let her pull his pants down, exposing him to the fresh air. He was standing at attention, naturally, more than ready for whatever came next - and he had a pretty good idea what that would be.

Toes curled, fingers clenched, all he could do now was wait.