2 out of 3 Falls Hentai Match: Amelie Roux vs Allison Heart

Fuck, Allison would think to herself as she realized she'd made a huge mistake. The woman was attempting to use a belly to side suplex on the blond after lowering her guard. Knowing she couldn't stop the slam as she was sent down to the mat, Allison braced herself for the impact as she landed with a thud.

"Ugh..." Allison would groan while laying on the mat, being was somewhat dazed from the slam. But since it was still early in the match, the blond still had a good amount of fight in her. "So much for 'nice'..." she would say to the woman. Then Allison attempted to get some distance between them, as she tried to stand up before her opponent could capitalize on her current position.

Hugging the beauty somewhat as she brought her to the ground, Amelie's face would stay somewhat uncharacteristically focused, as she maintained a small grip even after dropping her. Usually, you'd see the French woman's grin turn somewhat sadistic when ontop of her foe; especially one that was quite the looker!

Instead, she'd focus on working her foe weary before she got to the parts filled with pleasure, as the woman tried to pull away from her. "Ah ah...not so easily..!" She'd purr, quickly coming up to her knees as Allison tried to rise, before yanking her arms around her hips yet again, somewhat trying to hug the girl sideways against her!

Allison's quick attempt to stand was stopped as the woman got to her knees, and grabbed the blond's hips. Falling back on her bum, Allison let out an umph as she hit the mat. Her opponent looked focused as she held her, not making any signs of happiness as she went on, which seemed wired to the blond since the woman was doing quite well against her.

That didn't matter now though. What mattered was that she get out of this woman's hold, and try to change the course of the match. "Get...off" Allison would say while her legs started to squirm, and her arms started pushing against the bigger woman to get her off her hips. Though she was unsure if she could get this woman off, since this green haired beauty was clearly the bigger of the two.

Amelie would let out a sinister high pitched giggle as she dragged the woman back down with her, bringing both of them side-by-side rather than dominantly on top of one another. Amelie would immediately bring herself back onto her knees with her arms still holding the girl to try and keep a dominant hold, but soon found Allison opting to do the same as she pushed the bigger woman.

Sensing her grip weaken and weaken, Amelie would soon opt to try and give the girl a reason to stay in her arms, as she'd lean into Allison, allowing her huge chest to press hard into her, before jiggling it somewhat. "Do you really want me to..?"

Continuing to be held as she struggled, Allison could feel her opponent's grasp on her weakening. Close to freeing herself, Allison would attempt to push off the bigger woman completely this time. But to her surprise, the woman pressed for big jiggling rack into her, which was honestly one hell of a feeling. Then asked if the blond really wanted to be free of her opponent's grasp Allison couldn't say she wouldn't love having this big woman doing all kinds of things to her smaller body...

But she was going to prove herself like she said earlier. Allison wanted this woman under her control, not the other way around. "Maybe not, but I already became submissive once today, and I'm not being like that again" she would say before attempting to finally force the woman off her. But instead of making space between them, Allison would attempt to wrap her freed legs around the bigger woman's neck for a scissor hold.

Amelie couldn't help but giggle as she held the beauty close, not exactly aiming to squeeze the sense from her or slam her down with earth shattering force, but instead opting to enjoy the forcibly erotic grind, whether her foe was enjoying it or not. All good things must come to an end though, as the French beauty found her foe forcing some distance between the two, Amelie's hands somewhat flying hear the girls hips as a result.

It seemed her foe didn't intend to stay away for long though, as she came close once again, this time legs first. Wrapping her legs up and around the head of the French beauty, Amelie would grunt as the match apparently was beginning to take a more wrestling-based tone. Grabbing the girls thighs, she'd begin to rise, leaving her foe's back to the mat, apparently trying to get the high ground in this encounter ideally before her foe squeezed the breath right out of her neck.

Allison managed to not only free herself, but to also catch the larger woman around the neck with her legs. So with her opponent in the scissor hold, the blond would finally be able to weaken her opponent before getting to the point of the match, which was to make her opponent climax.

But it seemed her foe had a plan in mind as she began to rise as she held onto Allison's thighs, keeping her back on the ground. The blond didn't like where this was heading, and the first thought that came to mind was that she should try to get away from her opponent before she took advantage of her being on the bottom. But there was little she could do because if she released the larger woman right now there was little doubt that the mystery woman would take advantage immediately. So as the woman got the high ground Allison could only try to squeeze tighter in a desperate attempt to stay in control.

Now obtaining her standing posture, Amelie still found herself wrenched with surprising strength via her foes legs. She wouldn't exactly be choking straight away, but she was certainly feeling the pain of the scissors straight off the bat, and was more than aware of the fact that sitting in the scissors would soon deprive her fully of air. For a woman of Amelie's size, the counter seemed obvious; lift the girl straight up and slam her straight back down in a ring shaking powerbomb. The only issue was, for all her size, Amelie certainly didn't have the arm power to do so. She simply enjoyed activities with more of a, 'immediate gratification,' rather than spending her hours in the gym.

Rather, she'd rely on the strengths she had; mainly, her huge figure. Forcing herself to straighten up as much as she could, Allison would find her upper back against the canvas as the French beauty adjusted her stance. Then, opting for a simple response, she'd simply shoot her right leg forward, connecting the tip of her sharp boot right to the base of her foes spine!

Allison's plan to continue the scissor hold had many problems to say the least. But it was all she could do at the moment as her foe started to straighten herself up, lifting the smaller blond until all except for her upper back to be off the ground. Allison was hoping that she could keep her opponent in the hold for a little longer, but the woman wasn't going to be held any longer as she drove the tip of her boot into the blond's spine.

"Gahh!" she would scream out quickly as the hit connected due to the pain and surprise of the strike. Allison was expecting a slam of some sort, but the boot put more than enough pain into her body as she released the scissor hold around her opponent's neck. Then landing down on the ring, the blond rolled to her side quickly after the spot that was struck by her opponent only felt worse as it hit the canvas. Aware of her compromising state, though, Allison would nurse her back with one hand, and go to grab the ropes with the other as she tried getting to her feet before the mystery woman came at her again.

Amelie was careful in her sudden shifting of force to her extending foot; an amateur at wrestling, the girl was not so amateur as to throw a kick that would result in her falling flat on her side, given that there was a chance that Allison would simply endure the strike and keep latched on. She'd find some luck however, as the tip of her boot apparently connected to a sweet spot on the woman's lower spine. Stumbling back the moment she was released, both of Amelie's hands immediately shot to her neck, which was already ever-so-faintly red thanks to a hefty set of legs wrapped around them but a moment ago.

Slowly, she'd step towards her foe as breath returned to her, bringing her hands slowly to a mid-height point, ever more so eager to latch her hands on the girl, and perhaps throttle some of the air out of her in return. Looking on at the girl a metre or so away, Amelie couldn't help but lick her lips at the prospect; knowing full well that if Allison didn't have wind in her sails, she wouldn't be putting up much of a fight when the match began to take a 'turn.'