Amelie vs Ataru: nighty~night match (for scorn53)

Having "successfully" Irish-whipped Amelie, Ataru watched the voluptuous opponent bounce into the ropes and forcefully run back to him. The young boy would plant his feet down, preparing to block her on tracks and hopefully complete the combo with a belly-to-belly suplex.

But, not everything was going like planned: the sight of Amelie running at him with open arms like willing to glomp him into an affectionate voluptuous hug, and her huge breasts bouncing around with every step surely weren't helping his concentration!
More importantly, the impressive combined force of Amelie's body and momentum was more than enough to overwhelm both Ataru's plans and his cute slim body.

"Gotch...uummppfff......!!! 0///0". Face smooshed into Amelie's ample bosom, poor Ataru would be taken aboard for the ride as she French giantess kept going with her unstopped run... now with the smaller boy comically clinging at her waist in a semi-stunned, and totally embarrassed state.

Amelie had zero clue that Ataru had every intention to suplex the woman up and over, finally turning the match in his favour. He had the posture of someone preparing for a such a slam, but the look and general body language of the man screamed much different. Ataru wasn't exactly giving off the aura of someone about to slam an amazon.

More, a child holding open his arms for a waiting mother.

Body colliding and almost locking together as if the two frames were separate puzzle pieces, Amelie's hands would find themselves around the boy to aid in her momentum, after that momentary stumble upon collision. Lifting Ataru slightly, she'd make efforts to carry her foe over to the ropes behind him, before pinning him there if she could, much akin to their first interaction in the match only ropes in place of turnbuckle.

Albeit if Amelie had anything to say about it, it wouldn't be so gentle.

It took a few moment for Ataru to fully realize that his failed attempt at a big move had resulted into his smaller frame being taken on a wild ride with Amelie and, before he could try to do anything about it, he had been already pressed hard into the ropes.

"Mmmppfffhhhh...!!! 0///0". The ropes would sensibly give into the pressure of their combined weight, causing Ataru to be bent backwards in those strange accidental bindings while at the same time getting his face buried deeper into Amelie's enveloping bosom.

Stuck in such sensually yet uncomfortable position, the Japanese boy would make muffled noises of exertion as his blind hands tried to push Amelie off him. Though, with such poor leverage for fighting back, and being unable to see where his hands were wandering, his struggles were probably leading more into groping the French amazon than to set him free.

Whether Amelie was aware of the irony that she was now fiercely cuddling the man who moments ago had every intention of locking in a nasty squeeze of his own was irrelevant to the bigger French beauty. Ataru could of been making attempt at a move so complex Amelie didn't even know the name for it, the end result would be the same.

The smaller Ataru wrapped in her loving embrace!

Purring as ever, Amelie quickly stepped away from the ropes with her prey still latched in her grip. She did have every intention of lifting and throwing the man in one of the few actual wrestling manoeuvres she knew, before she found Ataru's busy hands upon her body. His posture and facial expression screamed that his intentions were solely upon escape. But Amelie was certainly not going to let the awkward scenario go to waste!

"Can you not...do better?" She'd ponder with a smile as she tilted her head, eyes upon Ataru's own. She wasn't squeezing the boy, but she certainly wasn't letting his body move freely. Now after laying out her tease upon her foe in an efforts to increase his struggles, she'd make every effort to keep him restrained all the same, in an effort to literally cuddle the resistance and defiance from him!

Ataru was pulled away by his entrapment against the ropes, but not on his own credit as Amelie held him nice and tight in her amorous embrace, purring in evident self-satisfaction at his unsuccessful efforts to break free.

"Mpfff...I'll break free in momenffff... 0///0", he would try to respond with a funny half-smothered voice. Having to look up at the French amazon's lustful smirk with his face nestled between her large soft breasts made that 'little conversation' even more uncomfortable for the smaller boy while she took any chance to tease him about his unwilling groping.

But in spite of his wannabe-defiance, Ataru was not making much progress in getting free from the hot coils of Amelie's hold. His hands would soon put him into further shame giving a couple of accidental slaps to her butt during his clumsy struggle, and his squirmings only served to waste his strenght and stamina while not getting him anywhere close to break free.

Amelie was not blind to those 'accidental' grinding of busy fingers upon her curvaceous rear. In fact, she'd add to it, swaying the boy in between her firm embrace to make his hands slap upon her repeatedly.

"You're so close..my sweet..." Amelie whispered, before literally raising her head in cute laughter, soon returning her gaze to Ataru's however. Given the scanty openings upon her outfit, the French beauty herself was purring with every mild jostle and grinding of skin, feeling each and every breath by her smaller foe in detail.

She'd soon begin to tighten her arms noticeably, albeit far from what one would call a crushing bearhug. She was soon squeezing Ataru yes, but not with such power that he would be folding in her arms like a limp doll. Rather, she simply did so to add to the intensity of the hold for her foe; with the prospect of being bearhugged by a busty taller beauty now apparent! Whats more, given that Ataru's cheek was already gazing Amelies massive breasts, unless her foe turned his head, he'd find himself smothered in addition for his efforts!

Ataru was ever more flustrated as he kept trying and failing to escape from Amelie's clutches. On her hand, the beautiful amazon was doing nothing to hide how pleased and amused she was by his sensually embarrassing captivity, swaying him around so that he would be jostled and rolled more against her strong voluptuous body.

There was no way for Ataru to remain unfazed at such womanly amazonian loveliness getting flaunted quite literally onto his face, and his disoriented state surely assisted Amelie in pulling him closer, tightening her grip around the cute boy with her amorous version of a bearhug. Ataru could feel that Amelie was not squeezing all out, but the evident size and strenght gap still allowed the French amazon to restraint his room for squirming and struggling, and soon his blushing face was nestled inbetween her large warm breasts once again, making it even more difficult for the young boy to think strategically... or to just plain think straight.

"G-Gasp....! T-Two can playmmff at this gamefffh... 0///0", he would try to retort: unable to escape or to pull any better counter, Ataru would cling his own arms around Amelie's waist for a tight embrace of his own, trying to engage the towering beauty into a mutual bearhug. Two things were immediately evident though: that Ataru's bearhug had the undesired side effect to bring his face ever closer into Amelie's ample bosom.... and that defiant words spoken from the smothering depths of a woman's cleavage were not likely to be taken very seriously.

Amelie certainly did not have the thickness of arms some of her cohorts in friction would of had, but she could apply strength when needed. Such was now, when the move before her was more a case of her cuddling her smaller foe tightly against her eccentric curves. If need be, she could likely up the pressure, but again, she was far from the sort of woman who could snap Ataru like a twig.

Leaning in against her foe to make his scenario worse, Amelie would be somewhat curious to find the noticeably smaller man attempt to out squeeze her. She wouldn't so much wail as release a heated breath at her foes efforts, parting her legs a little in preparation for the off chance attempt her foe attempted a suplex or even to hoist the beauty off her feet. Her hands sliding further around her foes back to lock at her elbows, she wouldn't so much as increase the pressure as reduce the distance even more so between their grinding frames.

"I think I have...the advantage...no?" Giggling, Amelie would be sure to jostle her soldiers, forcing her busty front to slap slightly against the cheeks of Ataru. She was neither outright crushing Ataru nor smothering him silly.

Just working a happy in between.

Ataru knew that engaging the bigger and stronger Amelie into a mutual bearhug could not end well for him, as confirmed by Amelie letting out a voice that sounded defintely more like a moan of pleasure rather than a groan of pain. And so, he was planning to surprise her with a belly to belly suplex.

Though, it was like if the towering beauty could read his mind (or maybe it was just that his trapped position left him only few and quite predictible options): Amelie's well balanced stance allowed her to easily keep her stance when the cute boy tried to shift his blance backwards for a suplex. If anything, his failed attempt had left him into an even worse position, arched backwards with the voluptuous vixen leaning in and shifting more of her weight in the uncomfortably sensual squeeze.

"U-Ummfff..blubblubb... 0///0". Between the tightening squeeze of Amelie's arms and that light soft slapping of her large boobs having his blushing face rolled around within her bosom, Ataru was trapped in a quite helpless and sensually embarrassing position.
Abandoning the now pointless attempt at bearhugging Amelie, his hands were now trying to just push off, but with the strenght gap and leverage advantage, it was quite clear that he was just wasting his stamina as Amelie had him right where she wanted: slowly and teasing weakened in her amorous embrace, the flustrated boy was getting ever more helpless and light-headed.

Amelie's focus on embracing the figure over squeezing him silly paid off, as she was already prepared for his efforts at a push away. She'd struggle nonetheless at first, before reaffirming her grip, determined to make the boy wither in her non-crushing bearhug.

"Enjoying yourself my sweet?..." She'd purr, grinding her arms up and down her pray, simply to force her foe's body to rub against her own. She'd bring her crouched leg a little around Ataru's own simply for a firmer, fuller embrace, all the while her leaning posture presented her buxom chest more and more.

From her position, she'd then start to lower herself gradually, keeping the grinding motion in place, until her body was near at the same level as Ataru's own, for a full tender embrace!