Cat Fight: Cally Dayson vs. Claire St. Clair

Cally looked at Claire. "I guess helping each other. Then we can finish this." She said with a wink. She wiggled her legs, hoping to loosen up the lower portions of the rope. "Hnngh...Com'mon, com'mon.." she grunted, hoping Claire didn't notice the short breaths she took as her pussy brushed the kawaii's.

Claire sighed. They didnâ€t really have any other choice but to do the best they could to try to disentangle themselves from the yarn. How could they continue the fight like this? It was all but impossible. Slowly, she nodded her head. “Alright. Letâ€s help each other, then, and once weâ€re both free of this stupid yarn, Iâ€m going to finish kicking your butt.”

As Cally started to wiggle her legs, trying to loosen the lower portion of the web, Claire would begin moving her arms back and forth, while at the same time keeping her own legs and feet as still as possible so as not to interfere with or accidentally negate Callyâ€s work. Of course, all of this wiggling on the part of both girls was rubbing them together even more intimately, and Claire bit her lip, her cheeks getting redder and redder and redder with each passing second.

Cally continued to huff and puff as she rubbed her legs back and forth, Claire's struggling brushed the kawaii's pussy against her own, turning the red apple's cheeks the shade of her name. She glanced down and gasped. "I, I think it's working!" She cried, increasing her speed of struggling. The yarn seemed to be loosening, at least against their legs. The fighting increased the grinding, and Cally gasped. "Eho...who knew this would turn into a he-..hentai match?" She viggled, breathing quickly.

Claire would start to move her own legs, as well, having watched Callyâ€s enough to get a feel for what would work and what would not as they tried to escape from this entanglement. Of course, the increasing speed of both girls†struggling rubbed them together more and more, and Claireâ€s cheeks were just as red as Callyâ€s as the New Yorker mentioned how…sexy the match was becoming. “Nnnngh! I-it still isnâ€t a hentai match!” Claire insisted. “Iâ€m not doing anything…intentionally. Are you?”

After her opponent pointed out just how intimate the two were getting, Claire would try to pull her hips back, putting some space between her crotch and Callyâ€s. It didnâ€t really work, though. With a heavy sigh, and with cheeks still as red as tomatoes, she would simply continue to pump her arms and lightly kick her legs, feeling the yarn slowly loosen around them.

Cally smircked, trying to look cocky despite therush she felt. "Of-hah...course not!" She replied, twisting her body. She felt her the yarn around her legs come looser and looser, which in turn weakened the hold around her arms.

She grinned, shifting her arms to place her pawed hands on Claire's breasts. "Ally-oop!" She cried pushing up on the kawaii while kicking her own legs out. The combined force pulled on the ropes, snapping the yarn in some places and completely lossening it up over all. As she lay spread eagle holding Claire, she giggled. The yarn might stillbe a mess, but at least now they could move separately.

Claire did not believe Callyâ€s denial for a second. The girl had hentai on her mind, and even if she wasnâ€t actively trying to rub her own naughty bits together with Claireâ€s, she at least wasnâ€t doing anything to try to prevent their intimate contact. That look on the New York girlâ€s face gave away her intentions, clear as day.

Thankfully, Claire told herself, she wouldnâ€t have to worry about this much longer. Their coordinated struggles were finally starting to pay off, as first in one place, then in another, then in another, the yarn that was binding them together began to snap, and the whole thing began to loosen. Unfortunately, the final straw that broke the back of the red yarnâ€s metaphorical camel was a hard, surprising push against Claireâ€s breasts, causing her to squeak a little in shock. Her face reddened even more. Cally had done that on purpose, too. But at least they could move independently of each other, now.

“Haaah…” she panted, then would try to lift herself up. “Now, itâ€s time to finish you off!” she declared, before trying to bounce her butt onto Callyâ€s stomach and take the wind out of the brown-haired girl.

Cally's grin turned to a gasp as Claire butt-bounced on her stomach "Haa!..." she gasped, trying to recover her breath. She twisted and squirmed under the kawaii, trying to dump her, but the sucker-butt had done it's job-she didn't have the breath to turn far enough to tilt her. She weakly batted at Claire's boobs, trying to think of a way out.

Her butt-bouncing attack into Callyâ€s stomach seemed to be successful, as Claire felt the brown-haired girl give a little gasp and start squirming beneath her after she managed to sit down hard on the girlâ€s midsection. Though the girlâ€s struggles forced her to consciously make sure to keep her balance, it seemed that Cally did not have the breath to put up much of a fight, simply batting weakly at Claireâ€s small boobs. Grunting with each hit, the schoolgirl would slowly turn around so that she was facing Callyâ€s head.

“Are you ready to give up yet, Cally?” she asked, reaching downwards to try to latch onto the other girlâ€s small breasts with her own hands, squeezing them a little to try to hammer the message home.

Cally gasped and whimpered as her breasts were squeezed. "Haa-aah-aah!" she cried. She couldn't take much more of this! She squirmed and thrashed, but it seemed that Claire had taken the top and wasn't letting go.

"Nnn...no!" she cried, answering and despairing. Any second now and the ref would time her out.

Claire continued to massage Callyâ€s breasts, not trying to rip them off of her or anything, but kneading the little mounds of flesh a little more roughly than had she only been trying to give the brown-haired New Yorker pleasure. “Come on! I think itâ€s time for you to give up, Cally!” Claire insisted, knowing that her opponent was just about finished and that she had this match won. Unfortunately, it wasnâ€t a match that she could win via pin—she needed Cally to submit, or else this match just might go on forever.

Claire looked up to the referee girl and gave her an imploring look. The official could only shrug—her powers did not allow her to unilaterally declare a girl the loser of a submission match. Unless things just got ridiculous, that was.