Big love Debut Amelie Roux vs Yori Nazuka Hentai match

YOri was just about to kiss her opponent on the neck, when she felt how Amilie was starting to lift her up slowly only by grabbing her by her rear. Yori needed to moan out loudly when she felt how her feet starting to lose the contact to the floor like that. She ripped her eyes wide open when this was happening. She couldn´t believe that Amilie was so powerful. She felt that Amilie had muscles but this was pretty awesome.

The mature woman was loving this feeling of power… She would start licking over the neck of Amilie while putting her own hands also onto the butt of Amilie, just to pull them closer together. Yori wanted to fell anything her opponent had for her… And this was only the foreplay for them. YOri would pull her head back looking into the eyes of the green haired one.
“No way…. Maybe I am just here to test you out sweetheart… or maybe I was lonely…” she would suddenly press her own lips onto the lips of Amilie before forcing her tough into the mouth of the green haired one, letting her tough fight with Amilies.
 

Again it was rare that Amelie was the smaller woman in her encounters, yet such a change was a welcome one. The fact Yori was bigger, heavier and curvier only made the lift sexier, as every aspect of Yori was forced to bend and grind to Amelie's frame. She wasn't exactly complaining at the lovely feeling on her neck either.

"Test?...Well..you've got yourself stuck now..." Whispering against the beauty, her face would suddenly turn a shade serious as she saw the curvier beauty lean in for a kiss.

Only, it seemed all good things must come to an end, as a knock to the door made Amelie quickly, yet softly, put Yori back on her feet.

"I think that's for you..." Amelie growled, still essentially hugging the beauty tight, after alerting her that the time for her entrance was apparently nigh.

YOri suddenly heard a knocking on the door and then she felt how she was slowly put back onto the floor. What a pit… She would look over to the door a bit angry… but luckily the beautiful Amelie was still hugging her. And Yori would do the same with her giving a hug back to her.

Then the mature woman would whisper into the ear of her opponent. “I am looking forward to our little match down in the ring… hope you are ready for a woman like me… this will be a war!” She would say, before she would push herself away from Amelie, before she would leave the room.

Yori would be the first one to make her entrance.
All the lights in the arena where pointing on the top of the ramp right now and it would become quiet for some moments. But then after some moment music started to play. Porcelain Black - One Woman Army


Yori would step out into the open looking around this would be her first entrance… and she was pretty fired up already. After throwing a handful of kissed on to the top of the ramp she would start walking down the ramp to the ring.
While she was walking down the ramp the ring announcer would speak though the microphone:

“The next match is a one fall hentai match… Winning condition is making your opponent cum to win. Introducing first Yori Nazuka, standing tall with 6,2 foot and weighing about 190 lbs. She is the woman with the fist of a loving mother!”  

When she reached the ring she would start walking up the stairs to the apron and stop on top. She would turn her back to the ring and lean backwards over the top rope, showing of her big breats. After some moments she would stand normal again and bow down to enter the ring under the bottom rope, pushing her ass out pretty much. When she was in the ring she would turn around looking up the ramp waiting for the french beatiy.

Amelie simply watched as the beauty made her exit, albeit not without one final spanking of her rear and blatant winking. The moment Yori would be out of view, she'd bring her hands to her hair, adjusting it neatly by brushing it past her shoulders. Eyes closed, she'd let loose a lowly purr, more than excited for the match to come now that she had sized up her foe.

But a few minutes later, the French beauty would follow suite, strolling down the entrance ramp with lights flickering, hand to hip, and Warrant blaring down the arena speakers. She'd already seen Yori in all her glory, so would simply latch her eyes onto the crowd, squinting her eyes a little as she gave those in the front row a treat for the eyes.

Stopping just shy of the ring apron, she'd push her hip to one side, exaggerating her hip as her eyes slowly rolled from the perverse members of the front row. Once more glaring at the beauty before her, she'd mount the ring apron, before ever so slowly sliding her way through the middle ropes. Once face to face with Yori yet again, she'd push out her chest, trying to look as curvaceous as possible, keeping silent for the moment as she took in the fun about to happen.

Yori was standing in the ring, looking up the ramp. With sparkling eyes she watched the French beauty making her way down to the ring. She couldn´t wait till the match would finally on his way. The entrench of the greened haired woman was taking for ever… at least the mature woman felt it that way. Yori would start walking up and down in the ring while keeping her eyes always on her opponent.

Finally she reached the ring and again the Japanese woman could see her wonderful body again. Luckily for Yori Amelie took her time getting her into the ring, showing her butt to her pretty nicely. The Japanese woman didn´t know if it was for her or just her normally way to get into the ring, but she loved it.

After Amelie was has entered the ring she would directly come to the Japanese woman to stand face to face with her, but without saying any word. Yori would smile at her and would close the distance between them and would press her breast right against the breasts of her opponent. She would try to press Amelie backwards a bit and mushroom both breasts.

“Are you ready for a bit fun, my sweet?”, she asked her before she was send back into her corner from the referee where she waited to the ring bell. As soon as the bell rung she would start walking into the ring slowly. She would raise her hands challenge her opponent into a lock up.

Amelie simply held her posture, chest pushed out, her curves as ever on show with zero effort from the French beauty. In truth, a small part of Amelie had to resist outright pouncing the beauty there and then the moment the bell had rung, out of excitement for ravishing the much older woman before her. She'd hold her ground luckily, albeit not without baring a keen smile as Yori came to press against her.

"A bit...?" A small purr and tilting of head would produce a questioning aura from the beauty, as her hands already slowly came from her own hips. She'd briefly latch eyes on the hands that came towards her, as it seemed Yori was eager to not only test breasts, but strength of frame aswell. Not interested at all in such a mundane start to a match Amelie was excited for the moment she laid eyes upon the woman, she'd respond in a different manner.

"...that implies your only giving me a small taste..." Lunging forward, Amelie sought to grab a hold of her desires outright, snaking her arms under the older woman's ample rear, before hoisting her up, replicating their locker room embrace!

Yori tried to lock up with her opponent. But it seems like Amelie got other plans for the start of the match. Yori ripped her eyes wide open when she suddenly felt two very strong hands at her butt, grabbing her there… But then Yori smiled into the face of the French Beauty, because she knew what was coming up next from what happened in the locker room. And Yori was looking forward to it.

Again Amelie showed her impressive power by lifting Yori of her feet like she was a small child. It seems like amelie got totally not problem doing this… Yori would spread her arms apart, smile happily and look around, like she was in some kind of dance with the green haired woman right now.

But she wouldn´t just take that from Amelie… Yori would warp her legs around her opponent trying to get her into a bodyscissor that way, squeezing her using her legs. After some moments YOri would look down to her opponent and smile at her. “hope you like it to be between my legs… you will be there the most of the time during our match…” After saying this Yori would lick over her lips a bit.

The fans were pretty impressed by the power from Amelie and started to cheer loudly for the green haired woman.
 

Amelie wasn't so much strong, as she was supported by a big, robust and curvy frame. With that being said, she knew she would struggle in the later stages of the match with moves like this on such a bigger frame. That, and she was incredibly wary of what Yori could do with her own natural power.

Bouncing the woman up into a position where she was easy to grasp, Amelie's hand had already resumed squeezing and groping that firm rear between her fingers, whilst the other held her wrist for support. She took great satisfaction in bouncing the bigger woman as she did so, not only making Yori's soft figure grind against her, but in Amelie's own mind, rewarding her opponent with an experience smaller women couldn't give to her. Yori's own wrapping of her legs was predictable given her posture, yet unavoidable. Well, more so that Amelie chose not to avoid them, for she would have to abandon her loving lift to do so.

"Ohhh you're such a talker..aren't you my sweet..." Giggling, the beauty winced at first as she had to brace her frame for that great power on her waist, already deriding her of air a little. "We'll see what words you have for me soon..."

Slowly but with a steady posture Amelie would aim to carry the heavier woman towards the nearest corner, aiming to press her against the turnbuckle and perhaps put her in a position to escape that crushing early scissors!

YOri liked it to be carried around that way and she wouldn’t mind staying up here for some time. But suddenly she felt how Amelie started to move under her and she would make her way over to the next corner with Yori still up high in her arms. The mature woman would turn her head to get sure. Yeah they were directly heading towards the next cotner. When they reached it Yori´s back was pressed right against it making her moan out loudly.

It wasn´t really painful… more like uncomfortable for her to be squeezed between Amelie and the turnbuckle. But this was making the mature woman let go… that would need something more… This move gave her just a reason to build up her offence a bit more. Yori would try to bow forward, while warping her arms around the head of Amelie. The goal of the Japanese woman was to press the face of the French Beauty right into her breasts. Yori would try to smother her opponent a bit… resting her face right into her big pillows. This should cut the air supply of her opponent away even more.

“Sorry Amelie… I couldn´t hear the last thing you said… could you say that again… “, would Yori tease her opponent, while smiling down to her.  

Carrying Yori over to the corner, the smaller yet still massive French beauty would lean firmly, not outright crushing her foe but most certainly not letting her slip from out her grasp. Adjust her hands, she'd jostle Yori a good few times, ensuring her hands were firmly latched to that ample rear.

After all, she most certainly wasn't going to let this catch go so easily. Even if those legs were really starting to burn around her waist.

Preparing to lean in to likely whisper teasing words to the woman in her grasp, Amelie would be caught out somewhat as she found those massive orbs surrounding her head. Struggling for a brief second, she'd soon soothe into her entrapment, moaning into Yori's chest.

All the while, slowly grinding her up against the turnbuckle, her soft stomach in-between Yori's legs given her scissors.