Natasha Rostovik VS Amelie Roux: A Smother A Day

Amelie was by no means aching, more completely lacking of near all sense. Eyes still rolling, she'd finally latch them on her foe, a moment too late. Arm connecting solidly to her chest, Amelie would be instantly floored, screaming as she flew through the air and landed on her back. Spluttering and coughing, her arms would come to her chest, trying to soothe the ache, somewhat trying to roll, however slowly, under fear that the Russian might simply mount her and smother her senseless. She did take somewhat of a perverted solace in the fact that had her chest not been so ridiculously massive, her ribs would be aching alot more!

Natasha steadied herself as the clothesline connected. It almost damaged the Russians arm, so she was pleased that it would be twice as bad for the French girl. Natasha saw Amelie roll over and she wasnt about to let this opportunity go. She hurried over to Amelie and rolled her back immediately dropping down and attempting to sit on the French girls aching chest. If it was successful she would go for her rivals hands trying to pin them down so she could have a little payback.

"Stop zi struggling or elze..." she threatened now, her chest heaving from excitment at the situation.

Amelie would be somewhat spread eagle, panting wildly. Sure, Natasha was the one that was just having her body crushed, but keeping a figure that high with a compression applied sure took it out of the French girl. Being clobbered in the chest didn't help one bit either.

"Ugh..What..!" She'd roar in part confusion, as she found her foe mounting her lovely set of chest pillows. Amelie was very aware of what a school girl pin was, and how close her foe was to locking such a move in, was she just to slide. The fact her arms were gripped firmly somewhat both worried and excited the French woman, who had somewhat of a secret love of being on the dominated end.

Natasha tried to control Amelie as she struggled but eventually she had the French beauty pinned down and slowly slid up so her crotch was pressed right under her chin and Natasha straddled her neck. If she wanted to hurt the girl she could have dropped down and sat on her throat which would strangle the girl, but Natasha wanted a lot more than that

Grinning down at the beautiful face framed between her large thighs she spoke, "So you think ze smothering is something only you do? Before a full answer can come from Amelie's lips, Natasha shuffles up and plants her crotch right in the French girls face for a text book front facesitting pin.

The feeling of Amelie's features excited the Russian, and no doubt Amelie would know this too. The ref dropped and went to count a pin but Natasha raised her hands and shook her finger to say no.

She wanted to show Amelie just what smothering was, but in doing so, she let go of Amelie's hands.

Amelie would soon find a mouth full of the Russians skin, her legs kicking wildly as her arms would try to do the same. The referee would throw somewhat of a shrug, trying to lower a arm, questioning the fact that the dominant of the two had seemingly requested there not to be a pinfall yet!

Her hands quickly released, the French girl was allowed somewhat of a rise, the referee somewhat letting loose a sigh of relief as the pinfall was no longer locked in. Grunting, Amelie would slowly but surely try to force the girl off her, trying to turn her head sideways to find some air, but only finding more skin from the Russian's thigh.

"Get...off!"

Loving the struggles of the trapped girl, Natasha rode out the movement as best she could, but she had let go of her hands and was slipping forward. Seeing Amelie turn her head, Natasha reached down into that soft blonde hair and yanked her face back upright.

As she was sliding forward she continued and landed her crotch right back on Amelie's face but it was more for the humiliation than any lasting smother because one angry jolt from her foe and she would fall forward and if not careful flat on her face

"How about I get offz on your face?" Natasha taunted and purposly ground her hips down...

Natasha was focusing her weight near solely down on Amelie's lower face, pressing her crotch somewhat tightly against the woman's mouth, allowing the French woman no breath. She'd meet eyes with her foe, somewhat caught off-guard by the heat of the move, not to mention the pain of it.

She'd try as she would to bring her right leg up, pushing on her left, trying to give Natasha a somewhat mean push kick of sorts square to her upper back, trying to force the Russian to fall forwards and off her, so that the flustered French girl would at least be allowed a breath of air!

So carried away with her position of power, it was simple to buck Natasha off her. The Russian slid forwards and ended on her hands and knees now with her crotch off Amelie's face. Natasha didnt even look behind her. She smirked at the sheer domination of the move and despire the fact her lower back hurt, she got to her feet and took some steps away so that her rival could recover.

Usually Natasha dominated fully when she got the upper hand, but she knew that smothering was an art, and it was these smaller smothers that would get under the skin of the French girl

"You should be thankful ze smother was not longer" she called out. "Next time, you will go out"