You'd always had quite the mouth.

Sasha was right, you did like what you saw. Really, really like it.

That’s probably why, you immediately became compliant, licking both her areola and nipple with intent.

“Oooooooh, gooooooood girrrrrrrrrrrrrl” she cooed, delighted with what your mouth doing to her. “And good girls get rewarded.”

With that, she began slowly rubbing your crotch through your panties, sending shivers up your spine as she speeded up over time.

Despite – and perhaps a little because of – the fabric in the way, things quickly became damp down south, something that Sasha picked up on immediately.

“Good to, ahhhh, see that you’re, ahhh, enjoying this too, my sweet.”

As soon as you have noticed she was really enjoying herself you intensified your efforts. A long, low “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck” was your instant auditory reward from Sasha, clearly happy with your new angle of attack.

“That’s, ah, a talented mouth you’ve got there. I, ahhhhh, can’t wait to see what else it can do. But for now, let’s, ah, get these panties of yours out of the way, they’re soaked”, Sasha immediately did as she said pulling them off you.

As a further reward for your efforts, she introduced a finger or two to your pussy, something that didn’t require much effort on her end, given how wet you’d become.

Her increased servicing of your pussy just encouraged you to work harder on her breast, which then meant she would work harder on you, a seemingly infinite loop of escalating pleasure.

“Gods, ah, I, unhhhh, could do this all, ah, day” Sasha spoke as best she could between heavy breaths. “Alas, this, ah, is still a match in which I, ah, intend to win.”

With that, she increased the pace of her fingers, pressing her quite a sizeable advantage. **** for more and more pleasure, you quickly began to lose control of your body, your hips bucking as best they could into her hand in an increasingly manic attempt for release.

The moment of truth came when Sasha reached with her other hand and started playing with your clit as well. The result was immediate: you came, hard, almost looking like a public drinking fountain due to the angle you were at. Sasha certainly made sure to have a drink, quickly turning around and lowering her head for a quick taste.

“1-0 to me!” she cheered, wiping her face, as your lower half-collapsed back to the mat, heavily drained by the introductory orgasm to this match.