Rena's workout (open to spar)

She licked her lips, eager to touch and grab her foe all over. Rena's clit wettened significantly as she locked hands. "Lets."

As soon as their hands locked, Yatori would immediately flex her arms downward, bringing Rena's hands with her, bringing them closer for her real opening attack. The mafiosi would thrust her breasts out towards her fellow oil wrestler, her nipples seeking their opposite numbers, this the only strike she could really perform.

Rena wavered slightly, but tried to hold her ground. Her foes nipples felt deadly but amazing. Rena started to wrench her hands off to the side. If this worked, she'd shove at her breasts to push her down.

Yatori let out an "Oof!" as Rena succeeded in pushing her down by the breasts, the oil coating her hands betraying her usually reliable grip in a test of strength position. On her butt, she would tangle her legs into Rena, trying to make her opponent stumble and fall away from her.

It worked, Rena landing on her ass, trying to get back up to straddle her again.

Yatori waited for Rena to sit up before her legs shot out to envelop her opponent in a waist scissor hold!

"Uhhh..." She grunted, struggling, pounding her fists into her sides. Renas nipples hard, thinking about winning.

"Unfh!" Yatori coughed as Rena's fists slammed into her sides. She didn't expect the blows, so her legs loosened around Rena's waist, Yatori trying to plant her feet upon Rena's torso and push her away.

It worked, Rena landing on her ass, but quickly got to her knees, ready to engage Yatori again.

Yatori was also on her knees by now. "I forgot that strikes were allowed," she chuckled. She would suddenly lean forward to reach out and flick Rena's nipples, which she could see were highly aroused and thus vulnerable.