Bad Moods And Sour Meetings

Now that Amelie seemed to be getting somewhere with turning her now found toy a little more placid, she'd softly press her finger instead to the cheek of the girl, gripping it softly.

"There we go...shhh.." Humming still for the girl to stay placid, she'd slowly make efforts to rise to a sit-up posture on the girl she had still yet to gain the name of. Head darting back and forth, Amelie would seemingly scan the surroundings to see if there was any empty space the two could relocate to. After all, what she had in mind for this busty beauty had no place in such public hallways.

Spotting the open door to seemingly an open dressing room, Amelie would aim to rise further. Not without thrusting her frame against the lower part of Cyrene though, before her hand came to aid in the girls rise.

"Come on...my sweet..." She'd purr, trying to tempt the girl to follow her.

Cyrena was wondering what the green haired woman had in mind as she was slowly becoming nervous and even scared to her own surprise. What made that even weirder was the fact that the French woman was not threatening her or anything but just hushing her while humming as it made the Cypriot think back to how her mother would act when she was young.

Still the brunette was not going down without a fight but before she had to fight back she would be caught by surprise yet again as the green haired woman would rise off her and try to make her follow her towards an open dressing room. Not sure what the other wrestler had in mind but unwilling to be seen as if she was afraid the Cypriot would just nod as she slowly got to her feet and followed the green haired temptress into the room

Amelie was careful, both watching in case the girl decided to leave or suddenly blindside her. To her success, she soon found Cyrena following suite, which only made Amelie grin further. Kicking the door open with her leg extended behind her, she'd keep the door open for her 'friend' to join her, fully intending to continue their fun instantly.

"Mm...you seem stressed my sweet...how about a little massage..."

Lowering herself as Cyrena followed, Amelie would be quick to give the girl said massage before she could even refuse her offer. Of course, said 'massage' turned out to be Amelie trying to embrace the girl tightly against her, rubbing her hands against her back, as she ground her chest firmly against her own massive set.

Cyrena was wondering what was going to happen as she followed the French woman into the room and was impressed when the green haired woman would kick the door open. After that she had to admit the other woman was polite and that the Cypriot may have made a mistake by acting like a bitch earlier as she had to admit that she was a bit stressed when she got offered a massage.

So as the brunette would slowly descent towards the floor she did not even get the chance to reply as she would feel the other woman's hands on her body as it rubs and squeeze the stress area's of her body. To make it better their breasts would grind together as Cyrena would lean in closer as she whispered ''you still had not giving me your name yet so can I ask what it is''?

Holding the busty figure against her, Amelie as ever, purred. Again the girl asked her, and again she wouldn't get the answer she sought. Amelie's name was a prize in her mind, one that had to be well earned. Using the strength that followed naturally with such a tall body, Amelie soon brought the figure just off her feet, leaving her tiptoes a tiny distance from the floor. Such would allow a more grind-filled embrace, now pressing chests together with even height.

Whats more, lifting the girl up into her tender hold, Cyrena certainly wouldn't be going anywhere as she went for her next move.

Said 'move' being, locking lips with the beauty, and trying to force her tongue down her throat!

Cyrena was getting annoyed about the fact the other woman would not reveal her name to the Cypriot as that was becoming something that would bug the self proclaimed Aphrodite reborn. Still for now she had to focus on giving as much pleasure to the green haired woman as she was getting and was surprised when she was lifted off her feet so that their breasts could be pressed together from an even height. It were actually actions like this that caught Cyrena off guard as she had not even thought of escaping and when she would be locking lips with the French woman soon after only welcomed it as her tongue would duel with her opponent's as she would try to dominate the kiss if it was possible.

Amelie was pleased to find the girl instantly giving into the kiss, forcing her tongue to fight with Amelie's own. The French giant fought back evenly, but she had other focuses to deal with where as Cyrena only had the one. Now that the girl was in her arms, she'd lift her a shade higher, in an attempt to bring the girls legs dangling over her thighs, pressing to her hips. All the while, her arms softly embraced the girl, rubbing the girls soft frame and pressing tightly to her, so that the two mighty chests continued to fight for superiority.

Cyrena would feel her tongue get pushed back into her mouth as she fought against the French woman's tongue as the two kiss it out.While that was happening the Cypriot would wonder what the green haired woman was doing as she was lifted a bit further up until she feels her legs touch the other woman's thighs for a moment as she was rubbing back as her breasts were holding their own for now against the other woman's massive chest.

Amelie continued to grind, squeeze and caress the girl, all the while forcing her tongue to fight with Cyrena's own. She'd lean back a little as to support the figure more evenly upon her, whilst having the side advantage of pressing Cyrena even higher and firmer against her. Finally, after what felt to be a life time, she'd break her kiss, hand sliding to grab ahold of the woman's rear. With a smirk and quiet giggle, she'd begin to pull via the girls butt, making Cyrena's sex grind against her amidst the fabric.

"See...isn't it so much funner when you aren't so hot headed?" All the while, Cyrena did not even know the name of the beauty who had now hoisted her up, and was now preparing to grind her into bliss.

Cyrena was enjoying being kissed by the green haired woman while her body was either grinding against her opponent or being squeeze and caress by the French woman as it was clear who was in control at the moment.All of that combined with the face that she would feel her opponent's hands on her butt as she got raised into the air and would feel the green haired girl's hands on her butt as she got lifted up by the other wrestler grasping her butt only to make it esier for the other woman to grin her while she was still dressed.

Even with the pleasure she was feeling Cyrena would not make any comment about being better as at the moment her body was just another playing to the French woman as she replied ''come have said the same about you Frenchie''.