Charlotte "Lotte" Davies Vs Amelie Roux

Amelie simply smirked, as her smaller for continued to seemingly taunt and rub her up. Her own eyes would briefly roll down, latching on those soft fingers as they tickled their way up Amelie's stomach, before seemingly finding a home on top of her heaving breasts.

"Distracted?...No...I'm fully focused..." She'd wink, hand coming up to roughly grab a handful of Lotte's hair as the two kissed; in order to keep her foe close so she could really force her own tongue in!

Lotte giggled as she asserted her playful dominance over the frenchwoman. She enjoyed herself a little too much though, and suffered a little when Amelie took control of their kiss. "Mmm!" She rocked a little from the surprise, but decided to roll with it, dancing her tongue around Amelie's invading muscle, starting a tongue wrestling match inside their wrestling match.

Amelie's hands somewhat gently rubbed the back of a foe that had yet to actually 'wrestle' her, as the heated French woman found herself still partially restrained by the smaller woman. Not that she was exactly trying to escape anyway. Bringing her hands down to Lotte's firm cute rear, she'd press it heavily downwards towards herself; so that Lotte's crotch was forced to grind against Amelie's lower stomach, in one long heated press!