Best Breast Canadian Style: Mazzie Lashley Vs. Eliana Weaver!

Mazzie rolled over Eliana's tits like a steamroller, trying to emphasize the pain as much as she could while she crushed the girl's now hypersensitive nipples. Unfortunately now, Eliana's squirming and Mazzie's focus on winning the match would allow her the blonde to break free. Mazzie paid little attention, and instead brought her hands forward to try and claw into the sides of Eliana's chest while she continued to pound the girl's nipples like she was driving nails.

While she had managed to get her hands free, things didn't get any better for Eliana. With her hands now unoccupied, Mazzie instead began to claw at her breasts, while still squashing her tender nipples. Wailing in misery, Eliana awkwardly tried to slap at Mazzie's breasts, hoping to make her back off.

Mazzie felt the sting of Mazzie's slap against her own breasts and growled with each sting. She didn't want to retreat. There was no way that she was suffering worse than Eliana. The girl had to be at the point of breaking soon, however, Mazzie was getting quite annoyed with Eliana's resistance.

She sat up and tried to grab Eliana's wrists again, trying to snatch them out of the air but separating their big breasts. "You know if I put you out, you won't lose, right!?" She said. "You're stuck in here until you admit the truth! That my breasts ae the best! It's the only way this ends, you idiot!"

"N-never!" Eliana replied defiantly. Even if she was on the losing end of things so far, she still had confidence she could turn things around. Though her arms were restrained again, she still adamantly bucked her hips and squirmed about, desperate to escape.

Mazzie growled at Eliana's words. This chick's resistance was just downright annoying. She really must have been too dumb to understand a thing if she still felt like she had a chance. It was obvious by all accounts that she was totally outclassed and the only reason she could POSSIBLY be trying to resist Mazzie at this point was because she was a serious masochist.

Mazzie had decided to just put Eliana out, at least so she wouldn't have to hear the girl's obnoxious voice while she worked. However, as she adjusted herself to go for the smother, a timely bucking of hips caused her to lose her balance. SHe was forced to release Eliana's arms to try and catch herself and flopped forward akwardly.

Instead of a breast smother, Eliana would only be pinned down by Mazzie's crotch and the legs that rested gently on Eliana's body. for as long as Mazzie could try and scrambe off the girl. She needed to reestablish her position and finish this facre of a match!

While caught in a bit of a compromising position, with Mazzie's groin in her face, it was still the opening Eliana needed. Giving one more shove, Eliana hoped to finally throw her haughty opponent off of her and try stumble back to her feet.

Eliana's shove gabve Mazzie the momentum she needed to keep going. She stood up and spun around, clenching her fists tightly as she stared at Eliana. She bent her knees and charged, trying to smasn the girl with another tit clothesling, hoping to smash her boulder like breasts back iin the girl's face once more.

Feeling a bit fatigued and sluggish, Eliana couldn't evade as Mazzie came rushing at her once again. In desperation, she planted her feet and threw her arms up to shield her face, hoping to give Mazzie a bit more blowback than she was expecting.

Mazzie crashed into a pair of arms, rather than Eliana's face like she had planned and, so, hit something with much less give than she expected with no less force. She yelped and stumbled, falling on her butt and cradling her breast as she looked at Eliana with a lower in her eyes.

While her defense was successful, the force was still enough to send Eliana staggering backwards. With Mazzie down on her butt, Eliana finally had a badly-needed chance to catch her breath, and possibly let her poor breasts recover a bit.

Retreating as far as she could, Eliana hunched over, grabbing the ropes for support as she panted heavily, trying to come up with a plan to win the match.