Shower Service (Marisa and Tana)

Marisa waited in Tana's shower/locker room, clad only in a small towel that covered the lower half of her breasts down to her upper thighs. She had canceled a photo shoot in New York at the last minute to be here at an AFW live event. Her cell phone beeped once, signaling an AFW update. Looking down she smiled as she saw one of the lines of text stating Tana Matahina had won her 'Best Breast Battle' against the generously endowed Mazzie Lashley.
"Quality beats quantity everytime." she murmured.
She stood up, knowing that soon the unsuspecting Tana would make her way into the room. Striking a pose, she raised her arms above her head while putting one leg slightly forward, making the towel slip down a bit, revealing the edge of her nipples.
When Tana opened the door, Marisa would smile and say simply "Surprise."

Tana shoved the door open, her face covered in arrogant satisfaction at the obvious result of the match. Her domination over the bitchy Canadian had been extremely satisfying in one sense, and yet...

Then her eyes widened and she went slackjawed, "Marisa..." she whispered in stunned shock, "what are you doing here?" The normally unflappable female phenom stumbled forward, helplessly staring at the gratifying view before her. She suddenly realized how wet the inside of her bikini bottoms were from the torture she had just put her young blond opponent through.

"Well, when I heard what kind of match you were going to be in, I decided to fly down, cheer you on and be there to celebrate the win." Marisa said, pressing close to Tana and reaching past her to close the door. "And yes, I knew you'd win. Mazzie's may be bigger, but these beauties are among the best in the league." she said, gently cupping the Dominator's left breast.

"Mmm," Tana sighed in appreciation from the mixture of soreness and sensuality Marisa released merely from holding her breast. Tana leaned in and nuzzled her cheek against Marisa giving her own bust a soft tap with her first two fingers. "I've always preferred yours." she replied. Then she gave a naughty little grin turning nose to nose with her American lover as her other hand strayed beneath the girl's towel to cup her nude butt, "What sort of celebration?"

"Mmm, flattery will get you everywhere." the model replied to Tana's compliment. "As for celebrations, well first I need to get you in the right frame of mind. Titfights are painful, so after all the savage mauling you went through, I'm thinking a little TLC would be exactly what you needed."
As Tana's hand found the firm curve of her ass, Marisa reached up and removed the towel that covered her body. Letting it fall to the floor, she pulled away from Tana, and turned to the shower, letting her rear move from side to side as she sauntered to her destination.
"Bottoms off, lover." she said over her shoulder as she turned on the water, letting it run down her body as she waited for Tana.

Tana was about to comment that her tits hadn't really been abused all that much, but refusing some TLC from Marisa was too dumb a move even for her. Tana growled with lust as Marisa danced off in the nude. Quickly she pursued her blond love ripping her bottoms off as ordered and giving the model a firm slap on the behind as she entered the misting shower. Her now exposed sex was actually dripping with desire as she ran her fingers through Marisa's locks. "Show me just what you mean, beautiful." she asked longingly.

Marisa grinned as Tana's hand smacked her rear.
"You..!" she said before kissing Tana, her tongue slowly intertwining with her lover's for a moment before she broke the kiss. "God, it's been awhile, I'm already wet." she breathed, her own womanhood damp, and not just from the shower. She spun Tana around to face away from her, then reached around to cup her breasts. The American moved them in sensual circles as she kissed the side of Tana's neck..

Tana shut her eyes moaning softly, as she loosened up under her love's passionate chest caress. "Oh, gawd." she groaned as the blond leaned in to suckle along her neck causing to arch just slightly. She reached back cupping Marisa's bum in her hands and tilted one of her hips to the side pressing back to meet the American's snatch with her rump, and proving to herself that Marisa was wet with desire rather than simply shower water. "Oh, your' such a slut. You are wet." she joked moving her ass slowly up and down across the woman's lips as she squeezed her butt softly.

"You're one to talk." Marisa replied with a grin. "I bet your pussy was dripping during that match...."
She let her hand slide down Tana's right side before cupping her Asian lover's sex, stroking up and down her clit. "....and I bet this was oh so hard. But...was it as big as I can make it?"

"Yes, but. That's different, you were wet because, ohhh," Tana dropped her line of reasoning in favor of her love's firm clitoral massage. She broke into a slow pant, "I can't imagine anyone except you doing that to my clit." (Well, maybe Belinda, but now was a really poor time to bring that up.) "Is that what you intend to do now?" she shuddered eagerly.