Brawl 'til You Fall - Carmen Rodriguez vs Kurohime

Next time, she was going with the shorts and halter top; this was irritating as hell. Granted, when she put those clothes on , she didn't expect to find herself in this position.

Ugh. This was being filmed. Army would never shut the hell up about this...wait, he was watching this. He as watching g her having sex. Her brother was...

Okay, shelve that thought and freak out later.

While she was having her little moment, they rolled with her on top - a golden opportunity, if she could get out of this stupid top. And there was only one which way to do that.

Carmen gritted her teeth as her scissor slackened, bringing all her focus and strength to her arms, pushing out, straining, heaving until her top ripped free with one convulsive scream, splitting down the middle, her upper body bursting free, her breasts slipping against her black bra.

"Come here."

Now few, Carmen would reach down and start to snake her hands under Kuro's top, fondling her breasts, kneading them like dough as the ten count started.

"Ouh...!" was Kuro's reaction as the hands of Carmen descended on her breasts, which was still covered by the black bikini top she head.

She could hear the counting started. One, two. Which meant she had to be quick to topple the boxer off her. Easier to be said than done. Her hands reached for the chest of her opponent to return the favor, albeit rougher, while she started to buck herself off the ground.

"Hnngg...!"

Kuro's goal was to align the body of Carmen to her left, where her scrapped knee would brush against the asphalt ground. Hopefully that was enough to distract her and allow Kuro to push her away so she could roll away to the opposite direction.

Nice breasts, perky and pert - Carmen gave the nipples a harsh twist, loving the noises Kurohime made and wanting to hear more of them. She gasped when Kurohime reached up to give her a taste of her own medicine, and a heavier dose as well; where Carmen was using a scalpel, she was using a hammer, not fondling so much as outright groping.

She liked it. "Harder."

She ground down even harder as Kurohime started to buck; in all this ecstasy, she'd forgotten that her wounds hadn't magically healed in the past five minutes - the scrapped knee was still a sting, and the asphalt reminded her off that, making her bark out an undignified yelp as the balance of pain and pleasure flopped. Her legs opened, allowing Kurohime to roll free while she nursed it, leaving her wide open

"Hah..." Kuro breathed a sigh of relied as she managed to roll away. Close.

With Carmen nursing her knee, however, that created a chance for her. The paler girl rushed onto her opponent and gave her a shove to turn the boxer onto her front. Her plan was to sit on Carmen's back next, while grabbing the left leg of the girl so she could lift it up. Part of it so that the knee wouldn't have to be pushed against the ground. The girl should be glad that she felt a little merciful after what's going on between them in the last few minutes.

The other reason, however, was to apply a single leg Boston Crab on the boxer. It wouldn't count as a pin, but at least she can work on her opponent with a bit of pain and some sensuality from her other hand which would cup the crotch of Carmen.

Carmen started to sit up, but before she could get too far, Kurohime was on her, moving like some pale, lustful ghost coming out of the darkness; she shoved Carmen down and sat on her back, facing towards her legs - Carmen had a good idea of what she was about to do, but she wasn't in any position to stop it.

"Fuckfuckfu-" She cried out in pain as Kurohime cranked up the Boston Crab, then cried out in pleasure as she put her other hand to good use, stroking her dampening crotch. She tried to pull forward, twisting and turning in attempts to buck Kurohime off, her breasts dragging on the ground as she inched forward, peeling her bra off, sweat slicking up the floor behind her as she moved forward. "Chinga tu madre, you fucking...enjoy it while it lasts..."

Kuro didn't really understand the first part of Carmen's ranting, although that didn't really matter. What the girl said afterwards kinda explained it after all. Now that she had the dominant position, the paler girl smirked as her hand starting to move back and forth between the boxer's legs.

"Hey, it could be worse... I could just smash this knee here to the ground," she sneered while pulling the leg of Carmen backwards a bit before loosening the hold slightly. "But maybe you like that better..."

She planned to enjoy this while she last indeed. Until the lights conveniently went off again. Not that it would change anything since she had Carmen trapped, but she might not be able to see what her opponent would do to get her off. Hopefully the rubbing between her legs would be enough to keep her quiet until the lights came back.

"I wonder if they're doing this on purpose..." she said to no one in particular, referring to the lighting.

Carmen bit her lip before it gave Kuro any ideas - the hold hurt, but it could sure as hell hurt a lot worse. As it was, though, this was a bad way to be - she wasn't in danger of getting her leg broken, but when Kuro finally did release her, she'd be easy prey. She had to flip this thing around, and damned soon.

The lights flickered off again, shadow shrouding them both, leaving moans and groans and panting and sighing as the only hints of the carnal combat. If there was ever a time to turn this around, it was now, and there was just one way to do it.

Carmen powered down and pushed up quick, twisting her body around in an attempt to flip Kurohime off and hopefully get on top of her. If she can pull it off, she'll tangle their legs up and lay her body across, wrapping her arms around Kuro's chest and this time going after her breasts with her mouth, working her head under the bra and running her tongue on the nipples, sucking away, even a few playful bites.

"Ah!" Kuro yelped as Carmen took advantage of the darkness and flipped her over, turning the table with a swift motion.

She tried to kick out or something as she felt the weight of the boxer on top of her, but it's too late. Her legs were tangled and she could feel something wrapped around her chest - an arm? The next thing she felt while still struggling was the lips of her opponent working on her breasts, causing Kuro to moan as her squirming ceased temporarily. All she could do was to use her hands to try pushing the boxer away from her, even if she could hardly tell which body part she was touching.

"Mmhh...!" she groaned as the teeth of Carmen brushed her nipples.

God, she tasted delicious. Carmen gorged on that succulent skin, hated every microsecond her lips were parted from it; when she'd licked it clean, she just moved to the other one and started the job on the other, lapping up the beads of sweat along the way.

"1! 2!"

With Kurohime no longer squirming, she'll feel safe enough to let one of her hands go downwards and reach into Kurohime's short shorts, finding her sex. She'll trace her finger along the slit, once, to get a feel for her target, then plunge in without anymore ceremony, furiously fingering her, exploring every fold and crevice.

"3! 4! 5!"

"Euhhhh...!" Kuro now found herself in quite a predicament here as the count rising while Carmen was having her way on her body.

It's arousing to say the least, the way the girl being forceful with her stimulation, especially her fingering. Kuro moaned, but she reminded herself that she's not going to let herself be defeated just because the other girl was distracting her like this. Six, Seven. With time's running out, Kuro did whatever came up to her mind first, and that was to yank the hair of the boxer hard before she would kick out and attempt to roll over so she'd be on top of her opponent, or sent them to their sides at the very least.

"Uaahhh...!" she grunted while trying to shift their position.