orihime and matsumoto

Orihime met with Matsumoto in the ring, the busty warrior women approaching until their nipples grazed eachother. They both wore the thin black gi of soul reapers, though they were sure not to last long.

“Princess, you think you’ve got a prayer?” Matsumoto chuckled, her breasts bouncing against hers as she did.
“I don’t have to outfight you, blondie,” Orihime huffed back, trying her best to sound tough. “I have to out-sex you… if that’s a word.”
"Hmph. Try me."