Reward Art: Yuri Sumo Snuggles

One of my earliest stories on here finally getting art! Sakura and Sumomo, the pair of sumo club captains who become each other's biggest rivals and sweetest crushes. This is their usual routine whenever they get together: beat the shit out of each other in a match and then go somewhere to relax, heal and snugglefuck. A bit masochistic, but you know it's love when one beats the shit out of the other and  they can still cuddle it out and ask for more. Can read the archives over here:

https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/luffy316/25276/Yuri-Sumo-Love 

 Sakura  laughed and leaned back on the ropes, not quite able to find the  strength to stand again from her exhausting experience. "And you make me  cum harder than you hit," she said with a whistle. "Can't really call  you a sore loser, I guess."
 

Sumomo  laughed back, still splayed out in a heap of sweat and cum on the mats.  "You definitely won't have to again, because I'm going to fuck you up.  How about pro wrestling next time?"
 

"Sure. Suits me fine." Sakura grinned and shook her head. "This was a pretty fucked up first date, wasn't it?"
 

Sumomo  finally managed to roll over onto her thick stomach and heavy breasts,  crawling close enough to rest her head on Sakura's thigh. She smiled up  at her sweetly with her fat lip and bloody nose. "I know. It was  perfect."
 

The two of  them just toweled off before changing back into their street clothes.  They were still trying to be fairly discreet about their date. They were  still some star athletes from rival schools, so they wanted to hide it  from their classmates (or perish the though, their teammates). So long  as they stayed out of their school uniforms and avoided major public  shows of affection, they didn't seem to draw attention beyond being the  two fat girls walking down the street together. It was why avoided the  public showers together, knowing they couldn't keep their hands off each  other. It was also why their next stop from the gym was to pick up  something to eat and taking it to one of those discreet love motels. It  was run by this sweet little old lady that Sakura assured her was still a  bit of a perv and didn't mind what people really did in her rooms.  Besides, she always left some sweets in the rooms.
 

"Do you  come here a lot?" Sumomo asked as they stepped into the cozy motel room,  all soft blue colors on the walls and deep red sheets.
 

"Not  really. My mom recommended it. She'd go here a lot in the old days when  she grabbed a groupie from the league. It's one of the few places in the  area with jumbo-sized beds that'll actually support her." Sakura tugged  off her shirt and tossed down her share of the bags of food and fresh  clothes. "Nowadays she just brings them home. Just when she's in the  mood, though."
 

"Well she  sounds cool," Sumomo giggled, stripping out of her sweaty shirt and  sitting on the bed. She winced and rubbed at her shoulders, trying to  stretch out her sore muscles before lifting and checking one of the  bruises on her heavy breast. "Maybe some day you'll be able to take her  title."