Taming Her Pray: Amelie & Sig

Amelie was already hooking her legs somewhat around Sig, akin to a grapevine, albeit without the brutal leg pain. Her breasts would match Sig's own, essentially swallowing the girls chest as she simply giggled face to face. Sliding down some, she'd somewhat nastily bite the neck of her prey, albeit with a slight loving intent as she sucked the skin.

From there, she'd raise her body, head sliding up and over Sig's own, before sliding her ridiculous chest over Sig's face not muttering a word.

"Ah...!" Sig let out a little cry as she felt Amelie's bite on her neck and the sucking that followed after.

Her body, on the other hand, could only react so much due to the exhaustion and the weight of the woman who's now pinning her again. As her smaller figure was swallowed by Amelie's while her legs captured in the grapevine position, Sig could only gave the woman a weak and tired gaze, resigned to whatever fate awaited her as it was. Amelie then slided herself forward, her huge breasts now enveloping the face of the blonde who could only mumble weakly under her.

"Mmmm..."

Amelie soon began to grind against Sig, her own sex grinding upwards over Sig's own and lower stomach, before repositioning back only to repeat again. Her legs would be no mean be straining Sig's own, but with the French woman's arms pinning Sig's own set as well, the small girl couldn't of budged and inch if she tried.

With every grind Amelie's ridiculous chest slid over Sig's face, barely allowing breath as she near forced the woman underneath her into a suffocating motorboat of sorts!

"Mmmbbb... mmmm...!" Sig could only moan and writhe under Amelie as the woman began to grind herself, her lithe form like it's being turned into mush from the pressure and sensation.

After all the orgasms she had today, it felt like she was already wrung out by her captor, although she still felt quite excited from the grinding. Amelie barely allowed her a room to move, but it's not like she could do that at the moment thanks to her exhaustion. All she could do was taking whatever Amelie going to do to her at the moment until she could no longer stay conscious...

Amelie had already become somewhat excited from the move earlier; the prospect of sexually torturing Sig in the hold until she was literally shaking to try and contain herself. Amelie herself would bite her lip, looking down at the top of the head of the girl near completely pinned under her body.

Her grinds would increase in speed, pushing harder into the girl as she felt herself coming closer. At times, she'd slow her grinds down, focusing on pressing into Sig extremely hard, her own head shooting back in a loving sensation.

Sig now wasn't any better than a sex toy for Amelie from the look of it. Somewhat half conscious and moving, she was subjected to the continuous grinding and pressing from the bigger woman without being able to do anything about it. Her body seemed to turned more and more into a puddle under Amelie, which was a fantastic feeling, albeit being a little scary at the same time. The woman had all the control, however, and if anything was sure, it'd be that Sig could only stay down and pinned under her until she was satisfied!

Amelie began to stretch Sig's legs out to her side somewhat uncomfortably, not to torture the girl, but to open her open further to hard grinds. It didn't take long for Amelie to fill the room with her moans, her sex grinding over Sig's body with great force. Her hands would finally release Sig's own, as they instead shot next to her head to firmly grip the bed.

From there, she gave the girl one more fierce grind, before screaming out in yet another orgasm. Eyes closing from the feeling, she'd be left panting, having used Sig's body completely for her own gains. Finally bringing her head down, albeit slowly, she'd latch eyes on the top of Sig's head, somewhat smirking at the fact she was still completely in her breasts.

Amelie was tensing, and soon enough the woman had a blissful orgasm. Even then she was still not released from her flesh prison, her whole body almost covered by Amelie's. It's as if she was just being absorbed by the woman or something. The blonde let out a weak purr, a sign that she wasn't out cold yet, but she might be if Amelie kept laying on top of her like this...

"Mmmrrrr..."

Amelie did indeed keep using Sig as a mattress of sorts, as she recollected herself from humping Sig to the point of her own orgasm. She'd breath heavily, trying to catch herself, before finally rolling off.

Standing up straight, she'd brush her hair back with her hand, before latching eyes once more on her prey, now spread eagle dead centre of the bed. Giggling somewhat, she'd place a hand next to her hip, before leaning in somewhat of a seductive manner.

"Get up.." she said, almost in a whisper.

Sig breathed heavily as Amelie finally got off her. The lithe form that was her body almost felt like inflated before, but she's slowly regaining her senses. There were all sorts of feelings running inside her exhausted body, fatigue being more dominant than the others. As Amelie told her to get up, she writhed on the bed a bit, trying to pick herself up, only to found herself not having the strength to move anymore.

"I... c-cant..." she gave the woman a submissive expression, blushing.