Reunion for Two

The breasts groping was distracting to say the least, but in the end Night Dancer managed to send Natasha crashing to the mat with a bit of help from the girl's own momentum. She panted slightly, huffing behind her veil as she tried to get up on her hands and knees. Something stopped her on track, though, namely the tugging of her bikini top from behind.

"Tch..." she clicked her tongue, her own clothing tightening against her breasts made it difficult for her to force her way, but then she decided that she didn't have to.

The blue haired girl would go along with the pulling, dropping her upper half on the chest of Natasha to keep her down for a bit longer, hoping that it'd buy her a bit of time to remove her top so it wouldn't get in the way again. From there she'd roll around and attempt to dive back onto her opponent again, aiming to smother the face of Natasha with her bare breasts while wrapping her arms around the girl's head! That should keep her tits hidden from the crowds while exciting them with the action instead.

Natasha had thought relieving Dancer of her top would take a certain about of effort on her part but the woman seemed eager to be rid of it, something Natasha found curious but since it worked entirely in her favor she didn't bother questioning the woman on it. It wasn't long before the knot that had somehow managed to miraculously hold Dancer's top together this long came apart and the Frenchwoman wasted no time in ripping it from the woman's body, tossing it clear out of the ring so as not to be bothered with it for the rest of the match.

"There thats much better!" She said cheerfully with a wide grin on her face now that those lovely orbs of the Night Dancer were out in the open, the crowd loving it almost as much as she was if their shouting was any indication. It was then that Natasha realized why Dancer hadn't fought over the top, she had thoughts of how to put her naked breasts to good use on the Frenchwoman.

Seeing her diving down Natasha pushed against the mat with her feet to slide upwards, just enough so that when Dancer landed on top of her they were face to face rather than Natasha being smothered by those beautiful mounds. Not that she would have minded, but this was a match and that competitive spirit of hers was alive and well even here in this club. Natasha wrapped her legs around the woman's waist, holding her close while she squeezed tight, ensuring their breasts were as firmly pressed together as was possible.

Night Dancer's plan to trap Natasha's pretty face with breasts failed, but it didn't seem like too much of a disappointment initially as she crashed her tits right onto her opponent's. It turned out that the veiled girl fell onto a trap as her fellow blue haired girl would then trapped her legs around her midsection! Night Dancer groaned from the squeezing, their breasts pressed tightly together also made it difficult for her to breath, although the sensation of their naked orbs mashed against each other also elicited a soft moan from her.

"Nnnghhhhh..."

From the match perspective it was a bad situation for the girl in veil. She couldn't really use her strength to free herself, the embrace was pretty effective in depleting both her physique and mind as it was... She shook her head, her hands trying to push on the shoulders of Natasha to loosen her trap even for just a little. The other reason was so she could avoid being kissed by her hot opponent, as it without a doubt would have sealed her fate in this sexy entrapment.

Natasha's quick thinking had turned what could have been a potential disaster into a stalemate between the two women whose breasts were incredibly similar, in fact as Natasha wrapped her legs around Dancer to really lock them together she couldn't help but feel they were equals in that area. Her mind wandered a bit once she had the hold locked in and so too did her hands, Natasha running her fingers down along the woman's back to better appreciate how soft and smooth Night Dancer was.

"Such a beauty should be doing more than fighting in clubs, surely you know you could go much, much higher?" Natasha said in a whisper, though not in the woman's ear as she had wanted for Dancer kept her flat against the mat. She wiggled underneath her, Dancer though was helping to grind their tits back and forth by pushing on Natasha's shoulders, their nipples flicking over one another in such a delicious manner Natasha couldn't help but arch her back and moan.

"T-that's none of your business..." Night Dancer replied coldly, still struggling to free herself from the sexy trap that was Natasha's body.

With the other blue haired girl starting to wriggle under her, their tits were mashed some more against each other, making the veiled fighter barely able to hold back her moaning. It almost felt like the pair of tits under her was alive, gradually devouring her own and the rest of her body. Her struggle became weaker and weaker, and she began to grow increasingly frustrated and aroused altogether.

In desperation, the Night Dancer would move her hands over the mouth and nose of Natasha, trying to lightly smother her opponent to weaken the hold she was in. She would try to push herself up again from that position to strengthen her effort, although she knew that she might not be able to put too much resistance for too long if things stayed like this.

Natasha parted her lips to say more but the hands of Dancer descended down over her face, the Frenchwoman's complaints coming out as little more than muffled sounds as she tried to wiggle her way free. She was in a bit of a bind and had to unwrap her legs from around the woman for it was either let her go or risk getting smothered out in what would be quite the embarrassing loss for the heiress. With Dancer pushing down Natasha pushed up to throw her off, rolling over to her side and hopefully out from underneath the club fighter.

Her effort wasn't fruitless, thankfully. Natasha decided to pushed her off, and Night Dancer would groan and writhe for a bit on the mat after she was released from the tight embrace. She turned around to the side, her back facing her opponent while her arms covering her face as she tried to make the most of this brief moment of respite.

She wasn't exactly known as a durable fighter, and this match was more competitive and a bit rougher than her normal stuffs in this club as well, but that's expected from having an opponent with the caliber of Natasha.

"Nnnghh..."

Natasha rolled over and pushed herself up onto her knees, coughing a bit at first but catching her breath after a few moments. With those gorgoeus tits of hers Dancer could have very well smothered out if she had kept them pressed over her face, but thankfully Natasha had managed to escape out from under her before she got another chance at it. It would have been a shame too for the fight to end so early, Natasha was feeling a bit worn but she still had plenty to give, and she was fully intent on enjoying her night out.

Turning around she saw that Dancer was still on her side and an idea popped into her head, Natasha smiling as she then crawled over to the woman and tried to push her onto her front. She would climb on top of her back, sitting on Dancer's back facing her legs.

"Ah...!" Night Dancer yelped as she was pushed onto her front by Natasha.

She knew that there was always a risk with taking her time to recover, especially with an opponent as strong as the blue haired girl. Unfortunately, all the tussling around from before had exhausted her to an extend, and now she's facing another possibility of being worn down even more. Despite her struggling, she was quickly subdued as Natasha mounted her back, and despite her struggling, the veiled girl wasn't able to topple her opponent off her perch.

"Nnnghh...! G-get off...!"

"And why would I do that?" Natasha asked with a tilt of her head to the right, looking down at the barely covered ass of the Night Dancer with evil intentions in her head. "Now just lay there and let me give you a taste of what we do in the AFW..." She said with a light hearted chuckle while reaching down to wrap an arm around the woman's right leg, looking to pull it back and up so that she could expose the bikini clad crotch of her opponent.

Her free hand would slide down between the woman's legs, rubbing over Dancer's crotch with a light touch that steadily grew firmer as time went by.