Fright Fight Main Event - Velvet Valentine Vs Natasha Loclear (C) - Hentai Title Match

Natasha rarely if ever took to the air, the loss of control over her body once she left the ground had always bothered her, but when push came to shove there was very little she wouldn't do to keep her title. Her flight ended abruptly in a mid air collision with Velvet, her shoulder crashing into the woman's breasts sending her plummeting down to the mat. Natasha was then reminded of the second reason she disliked aerial moves, the coming down part. Landing on her front just a couple feet away from where the German woman had fallen it took her a moment to push through the shock and crawl over towards Velvet.

The woman's legs were awfully tempting but Velvet's tits ultimately drew her attention, how could they not as they rose and fell with the woman's deep breaths. Natasha moved just above Velvet's head and took a seat, her long legs spread wide to either side of her prey as she hooked her hands underneath the woman's armpits, reeling her in so that the back of her head would rest on Natasha's crotch before snapping them shut in a headscissors!

The Valentine lay on her back groaning faintly, her arms hugging around the breasts that had been Natasha's favoured targets. The German French babe was just about to roll over to one side and maybe hazard trying to get to her feet when Natasha plopped herself down just over her head and reached under the stocky woman's armpits to get her propped up off the mat by a couple of inches.

The next thing Velvet Valentine knew, she could feel Natasha's warm crotch nudging up against the back of her head and neck. She only had enough time to gasp in before the French Russian woman's legs snapped shut around her head, her smooth inner thighs pressing against either side of Anka cheeks as her hands grasped at Natasha's legs and her own feet started to kick against the mat in instinctive response

Dragging Velvet anywhere was no easy task given the weight difference between them but Natasha could manage a couple dozen centimeters, dragging the woman back into the trap waiting for her. Her legs clamped down around the German's head as if Natasha was trying to crush a melon between her powerful thighs, locking her ankles together to help ensure Velvet's stay between them was as long as possible. "Finally I've got you flat on your back and between my legs...exactly where you belong." Her hands were already running over Velvet's shoulders, giving the woman a gentle massage at first before she let her fingers drift south to the mountains that were the woman's breasts.

"You must give my regards to whomever made your costume for tonight Velvet. How its remained glued to your chest for this long is truly impressive." Natasha sounded as if she were commenting on any old dress she might have come across in a shop rather than the fabric between her and the bare mounds of the German beauty. Her fingertips traced along the outline of the top for several moments before slowly peeling it back, exposing those tantalizing breasts bit by bit, taking her time to savor the experience.

Velvet Valentine let out a muffled grunt of effort as Natasha powered in on her with her thighs, making the German's legs instinctively kick out against the mat. At the same time she could feel the blue haired woman busying herself with the German's sizeable chest, hands smoothing themselves over Anka's lovely orbs before grasping at the succubus one piece to pull it down over her chest.

Much to the crowds delight, The Valentine's plump bust was revealed to their hungry eyes, it wasn't all that unfamilar to the German considering she usually came to the ring with practically nothing on her top section anyway, but she didn't want to gift the other woman all of the fun.

Velvet Valentine struggled in the lock, turning her head so that her lips and nose was smudged up against the side of Natasha's inner thigh.She opened her lips slightly and a part of Natasha's thigh slipped right between her lips. Gently grazing her front teeth down, she gave the other woman a bit of a love bite on the inner upper thigh that lead towards her crotch

Natasha was a champion of the people and she proved it yet again by giving the fans exactly what they wanted if the sound of their cheering was any indication, giving them their first full view of Velvet's plump melons, at least for that evening, as the cameras zoomed in for the best shot. Looking up at the titantron which was filled with a close up shot of the German's chest Natasha cupped her challenger's breasts from underneath and jiggled them much to the excitement of the crowd. "You'd think they'd never seen you topless before. Just think, what any of them wouldn't give to be me right now..." Her voice trailed off as she leaned her head down to give each of those lovely mounds a long, sloppy kiss.

A tender bite upon her inner thigh yanked Natasha out of her trance, the Frenchwoman clicking her tongue at the mild pain as she sat upright, her thighs parting ever so slightly. "A biter? Oh you just get better and better Velvet dear." She said, laughing softly while her fingertips ran along the sides of Velvet's breasts until finding the top hem of her costume again.

"Such a sensual body...I can't help but imagine your sessions with Belinda. What those must have been like..." She gripped the costume and steadily pulled it towards her, the already tight costume becoming increasingly more so as she pulled it up against the woman's crotch.

Velvet Valentine felt Natasha's fingers curl around the sides of her scarlet onepiece, tugging up on the material so that it slipped inbetween her rump squeezable butt cheeks, almost completely dissappearing between the sizeable buns... While at the same time it started to stretch over her mound area.

Anka clenched her teeth a little as the tug on her leotard was almost lifting her ass up off the mat. Her hands moved up, cupping and slipping over the surface of the Russian French woman's bum before gliding down to the underside of her thighs. Grasping onto them tightly, The Valentine started to pull them apart to create an opening. At the sametime, with a heave of effort she utilized her reserves of strength to twist herself and Natasha over onto oneside, making it even more difficult for Natasha to maintain the headscissors

"Oh, damn." That thought went through Natasha's head when she realized Velvet had slipped her hands between her head and the bluenette's thighs, the love bite having made her part her legs just enough for the German.

She kept her hold on the woman's costume, rubbing the material quite lovingly over Velvet's crotch, gripping with both hands just before Velvet sent them both on a ride. A sudden twist of Velvet's body overcame Natasha's balance and both women fell over onto their side, the Frenchwoman's ankles uncrossing as she fell freeing Velvet from the headscissors. Natasha yanked on the other woman's costume as she toppled over, her hands slipping from it once she hit the mat, pushing against the back of Velvet's head to seperate the two and get back onto her hands and knees.

The final tug on Velvet Valentine's costume forced it to rip where the torso section connected under her armpit to the arm warmer... The result was that the red leotard sagged to one side, making it look like the German's breast was threatening to pop right out of its strained confines at any moment.

Natasha disengaged the headscissors but before she could get too far away from the German French babe, The Valentine reached out to try and snag a grip on the upper rim of her mini skirt... Her finger tips scritching against Natasha's skin righton the top side of her butt cheeks.

"Nh.. Und vere.. do you zink you are going-a?" Anka murred breathlessly, her other hand coming to up to grasp onto her still ringing head. The pressure of Natasha head scissors along with the difficulty breathing in that position had left Anka's head throbbing, but she knew she had to push past that and try to keep Natasha in her grasp. With a grunt of effort, Velvet Valentine pulled on the back of Natasha's mini skirt, trying to force her back in towards the German as she got up onto her own knees... With Natasha on her hands and knees, her butt was aimmed to bump back right against the Valentine's thick hips and crotch, her hand moving down from her head to try and wrap around the front of Natasha's belly.. Just trying to contain the French Russian woman back against her buxom body

Natasha spun away from Velvet when they broke apart in what was far from a clean break, hitting the mat on all fours with her eyes set on the ropes across the ring from her. She took a couple tenative steps forward on her knees before trying to sprint away from the German only to come to an abrupt halt when she felt a sharp tug on her skirt. She turned her head, looking back over her shoulder as the other woman was dragging her back like a bug caught in a spiders web, with no amount of struggling seemingly going to help her escape. Of course all that squirming meant her ass was grinding back over the German's crotch, with Natasha thrusting her hips backwards once she realized that fact.

"Oh well, just over there for a bit. Thought I'd let you catch your breath." Natasha replied cheekily before reaching back with her right arm, trying to hook it around the back of Velvet's head to pull her down into a side headlock while her left arm kept her from toppling forward onto her face and tits. It was a precarious position for her to be in but Velvet hadn't left her much of a choice.

Natasha's body fit nice and snug back against Velvet Valentine's front, her ass pressing back into the groove of Anka's crotch, starting to gently rub and grind in a pleasing manner. The Valentine moved her head so that her chin was over Natasha's shoulder, something between a murr and a groan rolling out from the back of her throat as she gently nuzzled the side of her lips and nose to Natasha's cheek and earlobe. Getting a little distracted from her butt grind but at the same time finding that her sexual desires were awakening a new

"Oh I zink you are better off here-a.." She purred and at the same time moved one of her hands down to slip under the top rim of her mini skirt. The Valentine's finger tips smoothed down to run right over the front of The Russian French woman's panty covered mound. Her middle and ring finger pushed right against Natasha clit and opening as Anka held her tighter with the other arm