Apartment Match: Shizuku Yatori vs Mina Mistletoe

Yatori grinned as her move put Mina on the defensive. "Get back here," she teased, even as Mina's fingers began working on her legs. She will agilely sit up to first move Mina's hands away from her legs, then to try and hug Mina's head, with the intent of using her weight and momentum to make Mina fall on her back with Yatori on top of her, reversing their positions quite neatly.

"Ummmmph!" Mina said as her face was suddenly hugged into Yatori's breasts. She toppled backwards as Yatori's weight bore down on her, and the two crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and lingerie. Mina squirmed frantically underneath Yatori, trying to find some way out from under her opponent as her arms pried frantically at Yatori's.

Yatori had Mina now! Locking her hands behind Mina's head to ward against attempts to pry her off, she began to rub her bust against the wriggling Mina's face to both titillate and smother Mina. Since her bra exposed far more skin than it clothed, Mina got a good tactile preview of what Yatori planned for later.

"Mmm," the mafiosi murmured, pleased at her temporary stint of dominance. Yatori fixed her scissors to merely hold Mina in place instead of squeezing outright, then began rubbing her satin-clad mound upon Mina's bare belly as well. Again, due Yatori's choice of lingerie, she could have been stark naked while performing all over Mina.

"Don't you worry," she cooed. "I won't hurt you at all. I'll make up for all the bad things that have happened to you this week..."

"Mmmmm!" Mina groaned-- partly due to her inability to breathe, and partly due to the arousing stimulation of Yatori's breasts and mound rubbing against her. Knowing that she had to get out somehow, Mina wrapped her arms around Yatori's waist and tried to roll, aiming to put Yatori back under her.

Giggling, Yatori allowed Mina to hug and roll her- but then helpfully added her own momentum and weight, so that the two girls, tangled up in each other as they were, rolled several times over the futon, Yatori hanging onto her friend.

Once they do stop, whatever the position, the slightly breathless and dizzy Yatori will rub her breasts into Mina's face, murmuring, "Well, that was fun..." before trying to unfasten the back straps of the hopefully distracted Mina's brassiere.

Eventually, the two girls stopped rolling, with Mina winding up on top of Yatori now. Unfortunately, her face was still buried in Yatori's bosom, and the other girl's legs were still clamped around her waist.

"Well that was fun," she heard Yatori say, before feeling the Mafiosi's hands reaching for the strap of her brassiere. Thinking quickly, Mina released the hug to try to grab at Yatori's arms to prevent her from undressing her, as she moved her head out of Yatori's rack. "Sorry," she breathed, looking down red-faced and exhausted at Yatori, "but I think it's still a little early in the match for that, don't you?"

"Never too early," Yatori teased as she pulled her hands off Mina's bra. She was huffing, but nowhere near as breathless as Mina. "Can't blame a girl for trying..."

Banking on Mina being tired and slow from her face smother, Yatori will release her leg scissor around Mina's so she can tuck her legs towards her, clearing Mina's underarms. Then she will agilely extend her legs upwards to try and bring them around Mina's head for a head scissors, Yatori gripping the futon with her now-free hands for anchorage.

Mina didn't have time to react before she suddenly got a faceful of Yatori's crotch as the other girl clamped a head scissor onto her. The Christmas Catgirl gave a muffled cry as she tried to pry Yatori's strong thighs away, her face becoming even redder.

Yatori grinned as she caught her friend. She'd match her legs against Mina's arms any time of the day! Taking a moment to enjoy the feel of Mia's warm breath upon her crotch, she will twist her body to the right, trying to drag Mina onto her side to make it easier for Yatori to keep the scissors on her.

Mina gagged as she was wrenched onto her side, a move that caused her grip on Yatori's legs to weaken substantially. Her legs licked back and forth frantically as she continued trying to pry Yatori's shapely legs away, her face now beet-red from exhaustion and from her rapidly diminishing air supply. Gritting her teeth, she slowly tried to get up into a kneeling position, even as her arms struggled against Yatori's legs...