Natasha Rostovik VS Amelie Roux: A Smother A Day

Amelie in her surprise would catch her foe near completely unaware, evidently the fact the French girl did not mind much to been smothered by the Russian catching her out. She wouldn't crank too painfully, more focused on keeping Natasha pinned, and hopefully frustrated.

She'd slide her free hand down the back of her foe, briefly groping her foes curvy behind, whilst somewhat jiggling her front against the girl. "It'll be fun, to have my own Russian doll!"

Natasha remained trapped by the cute French girl and felt the smooth touch of her rivals hand. "UUGNNFMFMFF she protested. She wasnt about to be used like a toy, although she could tell her rival had no trouble in turning on the sensual side. Maybe Natasha had bitten off more than she could chew with this girl.

Squirming Natasha managed to wiggle a bit and loosen the hold. With her hands on Amelie's hips she pushed and looked to send her rival into the ropes where she might just be able to buy some time and get a breath, but it was a risky move

"Get away from me! I will be the one smothering you out! Natasha flustered, the thought racing through her mind how awful it would be to be breast smother or worse facesat by her rival.

Falling against the opposing ropes, Amelie gave somewhat of a grin. "I don't think you appreciate just what I'm about..." She'd lick her lips, as she'd eye up her briefly woozy foe, before getting an idea. Hands to her hips, she'd somewhat swagger towards her foe, pushing out that curvaceous ass and hips as she did, coming close to her foe. Outstretching a finger, she'd bring up the chin of her panting foe, blowing a kiss, before going for broke.

Shooting in, Amelie would actually opt to place her head in her foes chest by choice. From there, her arms would try to wrap around the Russian beauty, before squeezing and pulling her directly upwards; the French girl trying to simultaneously motorboat the busty woman as she went for a bearhug!

Natasha got free and wiped her face feeling the sweat from the heat early in this match. She was looking flustered and Amelie's comment didnt do much to help. "Zis girl is the crazy!" she said in her broken English. It was always the way, whenever she started to lose control her language got harder to understand. Natasha eyes went wide as her French sexy rival blew her a kiss. It made the Russian angry to think she was having zero control over the wrestler. But this was nothing to what came next. "UUGNNNNN" Natasha gasped as she found herself motorboated and squeeze. Her legs wiggled and she squirmed, not quite knowing what to do. "Zis girl IS crazy!" she blurted out again. Natasha had never seen a rival intentionally smother themselves!

The Russian struggled to get an arm free and could feel her body quivering with the attentions of Amelie. She decided to go with the move and grabbed a handful of the French girls hair, then thust her rivals face deeper between her damp sweaty pillows. At the very least the Russian thought, it might just wear her out quicker.

Locking in her move somewhat easily, Amelie wouldn't waste time, immediately hoisting Natasha up into the air, legs dangling next to her sides simply so she could motorboat the woman better!

Moaning as she did, she'd of course squeeze tightly, aiming to leave Natasha breathless as she enjoyed the moment, the full body contact evidently turning the French woman heated. She'd lean back, as to better support the woman, and of course press her chest more so into her face as she moaned. She soon found Natasha pressing her head in further by gripping of the hair, the French woman moaning further at first, before she realised her predicament.

She'd try to turn her head sideways, tightening her arms, instead opting to try to break Natasha in half before she enjoyed the two huge pillows on her chest!

Natasha felt the squeeze and was amazed just how powerful this foe was. "AGGHHHHHH" she gasped out as she felt the vice like arms coil around her and crush intently. She had thought the smother would slow down Amelie but it seemed to encourge her which really blew the Russian's mind.

The only way to win was to smother out the girl, but every smother made her seem stronger. Natasha was almost certainly in trouble, she had barely any form of attack.

"GGAWDDDDD" she cried out as her lower back was numb with pain. She struggled and attempted to pull the French beauties face free of her sweaty cleavage again using the lovely hair to good advantage. Natasha tried to work her palm flat against Amelie's face to attempt and arch her back a bit, but she was fading under this power bearhug

Amelie was by no means a powerhouse. She couldn't hoist Natasha up as easy as some women, but her determination put force into her arms as she tried to turn the buxom Russian to mush in her arms. Her own breasts would press hard into the girls stomach, only worsening the pain.

"I think, you enjoy this, no?" She'd mutter, cheek to breast and arms tightly hugging. Amelie would quickly get her answer, as Natasha turned her smother into a painful crank of her neck.

Grunting, Amelie's squeeze would turn into nothing more of an elevated waist lock as the French girl would try to focus on keeping Natasha in her arms, albeit painfully with her own head being bent.

"Just stop...sleep in my arms...!" She'd roar.

Natasha was struggling badly. Amelie seemed to have a vice like grip despite the Russian's efforts to escape. She arched backwards as the hug took hold. At least the French girl wasnt smothering herself, but neither was Natasha getting out. She let go of Amelie's head and stopped applying pressure to her rivals neck.

The pain was almost unbearable, Natasha was often the bigger girl in the fight but not today. This was at the least even. No matter whatm Natasha had to escape before she was helpless. She stretched out her hands and attempted to clap the ears of the French girl.

"Zis will... uughhh stop you..!" she gasped

Natasha's arch back pressed her stomach firmly into Amelie's own, which would of allowed for a brutal squeeze...had she been able to. Instead just holding Natasha off her feet, hoping she could gain the position to continue the bearhug or even slam her, the French girl would soon find Natasha simply wasn't 'enjoying' her embrace. Ears clapped, Amelie would scream as she released the Russian; her perverted, cocky face turning to a pained on as she stumbled back, hands shooting to her face to try and regain her sense.

The Russian was free finally.. with a desperate move. The hug had taken its toll however, and Natasha dropped to one knee with a hand firmly glasped on her back trying to stop the pain. "uugnnn bitch!" she mumbled to her rival.

As she saw the French beauty struggling Natasha got up and turned away, running as best she could to the ropes on the opposite side, wincing through the pain as the ropes were at her back, and she used them to send her back across the ring towards Amelie, stretching out an arm and looking to deliver a clothesline right across the large breasts of Amelie to buy more time.