Charlotte "Lotte" Davies Vs Amelie Roux

Inches away from Lottes lips, Amelie couldn't help but smile. Throwing a big hot breath at her foes cheek, she'd try to take advantage of the scenario by stepping forward slightly, before bringing a leg around her foes, in an attempt to roughly push her right down to the mat!

Amelie got even closer to the blonde, blowing warmth against her cheek. It was distracting enough that Amelie easily tripped Lotte onto the mat. "Whoa!" Lotte went tumbling down, landing on her butt. "How rude..."

Amelie was close to pressing noses with the smaller girl, or even a kiss, before she somewhat fell on the girl. Her breasts near enough swallowing Lotte's upper body, the big womans frame would somewhat seductively land on the smaller girls, briefly body pressing her before Amelie brought out an arm, to make sure she wasn't fully crushing the girl.

Now fully pressed though, she simply couldn't resist rubbing noses with the girl, a huge smile on her face as her free hand rubbed her hair.

Amelie's large frame came down on her, not quite as hard as Lotte expected, but more than enough to draw out the air from her lungs. Being literally breathless didn't help when her breasts were consumed by Amelie's undoubtedly superior pair.

Luckily, Amelie wasn't interested in totally crushing Lotte, and the big gir's "attack" was surprisingly gentle. "Mmm... how sneaky..." Lotte smiled, wrapping her hands around Amelie's neck to pull their faces even closer.

To the big French womans delight, she quickly found her 'foe' forcing their faces as close as she dared, noses pressing as the French woman giggled. "So..wrestling...huh?" She'd laugh, their apparent 'match' so far nothing more than two frisky women testing one another up. Extending her tongue, she wouldn't kiss Lotte directly, but instead try to tease her smaller foe to lean up and do the deed herself. To Amelie, it would be the equivalent of Lotte declaring she outright wanted Amelie, if she leaned up of course! At the same time, she'd gently let some more of her notable weight press into the girl, not in a crushing manner, but in order to completely press their bodies tightly.

"Wrestling." Lotte nodded, giggling back. Well, what was the ref gonna do, stop the fighting because they weren't fighting? Amelie shifted forwards, forcing even more of her bountiful form onto Lotte, who didn't mind one bit.... indeed, the blonde magician pulled herself up as Amelie pushed down, grabbing her tongue between her lips. Suckling on the wet muscle, Lotte couldn't deny that she wanted more and more of this... and intended on taking every bit that she wanted!

Amelie merely remained, her curvaceous body using Lottes as a resting point, as her prey forced a locking of lips. Her hand would begin to caress Lotte's hair, ruffling it and keeping the girl close. Already five minutes into the match, it seemed neither women wanted to fight, but apparently skip straight to the banging!

Pulling her mouth back a bit, she opted to test the girl, to find out what sort of sexual deviant she was, judging based on how she'd react to her vulgar brash question. "So how do you plan on stopping me fucking you senseless?" She'd whisper, once more getting straight to the point!

Amelie didn't want to move, and Lotte didn't want her to leave anyways. Wrapping her arms around the bigger woman's neck to pull her in, Lotte would rest her lips against Amelie's earlobe. "Mmm... I'd love to tell you... but I'd rather let you find out for yourself..." She whispered, biting down on the soft earlobe... as she pushed with her shoulder to try and roll them over, so that she would be the one on top, grinding her body into Amelie's.

Make no mistake, with Amelie's figure pressing down the way it was, Lotte wouldn't gain the mount easily, not without violently trashing, jabbing or twisting. Or unless Amelie let her.

Smiling slyly as she simply let her smaller prey mount, Amelie would lie on her back, bigger bustier body now facing upwards, with arms spread eagle.

"Oh no...you got me..."

She was expecting much resistance from the powerful Amelie, but Lotte managed to get a stable perch without much fight at all.

"You don't sound very concerned, Miss Amelie... I don't think you're taking this serious match seriously enough!" Lotte smiled, her knees softly clapping either side of the Frenchwoman's body, while she got into a more upright mounting position. She slid her rear down to Amelie's soft tummy, her hands following quickly over Amelie's ample chest.

"Or could it be that you're distracted by something?" Lotte smirked, leaning down to kiss her new mount on the lips.