Sofia vs Yoshiro

Sofia continued to laugh out haughtily as she held on to her double hold, looking to sap as much energy out of Yoshiro as she felt her opponent beginning to rock back and forward before managing to get them both on to their sides. Sofia didn't mind much as she released the hug around the head and attempted to push Yoshiro's shoulders to try and force her opponent on to her back. Smiling out she would attempt to take a hold of both Yoshiro's wrists and pin them down above the head.

"Oh? Didn't like being on top of me? Funny, because I think I liked you there. Perhaps you wanted my breasts to come down like this?" she let out, her lips curled into a lewd smile as she would begin to slowly lower her tits down into Yoshiro's face, teasing her opponent with the slow approach.

This position wasn't much better. Worse, in fact. Now the woman lays her weight upon Yoshiro and had her arms pinned down. All her struggles couldn't get Sofia off of her. She made a few weak and worried groans and grunts during her equally weak struggles. The last thing that the birdie saw was that smile...That evil smile. Yoshiro's face was covered completely by the ample chest. Moans that came out were muffled at the woman squirms under Sofia's body.

Sofia continued to smile as she dropped her chest on to Yoshiro's face, keeping her hands tight around the wrists to keep her opponent pinned to the mat as she felt the vibrations from her opponent's moaning and groaning while caught underneath her chest. Continuing to smile and enjoy the position she was in, Sofia began to rock herself back and forward, dragging her breasts up and down the face of Yoshiro as she let out a shrill laugh. "Ohohohoho! What's wrong? You were having such a great time at my expense, are you not enjoying yourself?" she let out in her condescending tone before lifting herself up before attempting to drop her breasts right back onto Yoshiro's face!

It was worse to have the woman on top of her, the weight bearing down on her from all over. Gravity was definitely doing its work here...

Yoshiro's legs and feet kick around to no use, being pinned down by Sofia. The opponent's chest smothering her! There was only one moment where she let up, only to come back down again after what was probably a slight adjustment. Yoshiro's moment of breathing was taken away quickly, and it may not return this time. Only a muffled, possible response to Sofia's question could be heard.

Sofia kept her chest bearing down much on Yoshiro's face, feeling her opponent gasps slowly being taken away from her as she tightened her arms around her head. This was a tight smother she had going on and there was a good chance she could win like this with how she had Yoshiro between her tits like this, feeling each slowed breath washing over in her cleavage.

Her smile grew into a victorious one, having 'claimed and conquered' a willy opponent after giving her so much trouble. She couldn't let the noble period of giving some lady-like taunting some more! "Ohohoho! My my! How fortuitous of me! To have swiftly ended your rabble!" she boasted as her hands loosened around Yoshiro's head, to give her a bit of breathing room to try and verbally defend herself.

The words spoken wete faint. And by the time Sofia lifts up just enough to give breathing and answering room, the match would be nearly over. Yoshiro's closed eyes would slowly open. She sought a chance to try and push up. Her leg kicking had died down but would start up again. "I-I am not done yet...!" However, another smother would swiftly end the match if Sofia leaned down again.

Sofia continued to haughtily laugh out as she felt Yoshiro fighting back, barely putting up a resistance as she was confident in her chances of winning. "Oh? Are you not done yet? Perhaps you need a moment's rest?" she cooed out, really rubbing her current standing of superiority as she rubbed her chest from side to side to bop her breasts into her opponent's face. "Or perhaps are you looking for a magnificent ending?" Sofia let out as she raised her chest foreboding way, lifting herself up as high as she could go as she looked to drop her chest down on Yoshiro's face once again if her opponent could not stop her!

It was like a slam...Sort of. Yoshiro let out a grunt, which was evidently the last of her air as well, when the chest of the other woman come down on her again. It would be just what Sofia wanted...Maybe. A magnificent ending to a short match. Yoshiro's struggles grew, and it seemed like she was struggling to struggle. There wasn't much she was doing to push Sofia off, even if she was capable of doing so. No...She just layed there and took the smother...

Slamming breasts first against into Yoshiro's face, Sofia laughed out condescendingly as she wiggled her chest from side to side to again mash her breasts into her vulnerable opponent. Her lips curled into a bigger smile as she began to feel no resistance from her opponent. "That's it! Just lay there, enjoy the way my breasts feel resting upon your face!" She waited with the victorious smile on her face, waiting until Yoshiro either submitted or passed out between her breasts.

Either way, the victory was going to feel great for her.

Attempting to escape the smother, Yoshiro's legs wrap around Sofia's body and squeeze with all the might she could muster, which was an impressive amount. However, that strength lasted for just a few short moments before falling weak. Her struggles quit out, as does her consciousness. The blue-harried woman was knocked out by the smother.