Bad Moods And Sour Meetings

Amelie only tutted at the girls response. With the girl so placid in her arms, she'd continue to jostle and kiss her, squeezing that soft frame against her own. With her own breasts mushrooming so tightly against Cyrena's set, she found them fully stiffening; nipples beginning to poke through her bra under her top, as she began to be taken aback in the bliss.

Cyrena was easily being lifted up and continued to be so by the green haired woman who did not seem to be wasting any energy holding the Cypriot up like that. Still the brunette was unable to think about it too long as she was being jostle and kissed by the French woman as her breasts were being mashed together against the other woman as her nipples would get poked by her opponent's nipples as both woman's nipple were poking through their bra's.

Part of Amelie wanted more from Cyrena, given the girl had evidently turned to mush in her hands. Starting to roll her eyes at the lack of response, she'd tilt with the girl towards the floor, trying to lay her against it, whilst at the same time laying atop of her again. Her entire frame serving as a soft blanket, she'd grind her chest yet further with the girls own, now only tickling lips.

Cyrena knew she was being dominated and it was frustrating to the young woman as she was losing the titfight so far. Still with her being lifted off the ground it had giving the Cypriot one small advantage as she had a plan in mind but that was ruined when she was slowly forced to lay down and have have the green haired woman lay on top of her. Still even from this position the plan could work so the brunette would attempt to get part of her right leg to grind against the French woman's crotch as she hoped it would be enough to surprise the other woman.

Using the smaller girl as a mattress, Amelie was adamant to simply give both her and the girl beneath her their fill, given Cyrena appeared to be docile. A grinding of an ample thigh against her began to make her purr, as she lifted up ever so slightly, still pressing tummies with the beauty but now having her chest dangle above her.

"Ohh~ And there was me thinking you had fallen asleep..."

Cyrena thought she could maybe turn the tide in their battle when her thigh had bin able to press itself against the green woman's crotch. Still it seems like the French woman was not worried as that was made even more clear when she opened her mouth to taunt the brunette. What the Cypriot heard did not sit well with her so she would try to grind her thigh up and down faster against her opponent's crotch as she whisper ''only because what you were doing to me was putting me to sleep Frenchie''.

Again Amelie rolled her eyes at such a response, but at least there was life in Cyrena now. That increased press against her nethers only wiled the French beauty up further; her teeth clamping down gently on her own lip. With hands to Cyrena's sides, she'd begin to match the motion- pressing a thigh down equally as firmly, adding in a grinding movement to boot. All the while, locking in eyes with the girl she had met in such bizarre circumstances, keen to see who reacted first.

Cyrena knew her responds was a bit pathetic and saw from the way that the French woman was rolling her eyes that her opponent likely thought the same. Still regardless it just showed that the Cypriot was not about to turn over and give up as she grind her thigh against the green haired woman's crotch in a way that matched the motion that the other wrestler was doing. Still the way that her opponent would stare into her eyes kind of unnerved the brunette but she was still keen on seeing the green haired woman react first and hopefully let out a moan as well.

Amelie wasn't exactly hiding her moans, but she was keen to force the same from Cyrena. Her upper half was supported off the ground via her arms, save for her breasts squashing forcibly down against the girls own, but her lower half wasn't holding back. She was determined to grind the beauty into a pleasurable mush, ideally before she herself turned docile atop the figure.

"Mmm...I think this is better...than any bedroom could offer us...my sweet..." Growling, evidently somewhat aroused by the sudden predicament of how she was now treating a woman who apparently wanted nothing more than a fight a moment ago.

Cyrena would just smirk when she heard the French woman moan but only a few seconds later the Cypriot would be moaning as well as she would feel the green haired woman's breasts squash down against her own. The feeling of their huge breasts grinding against each other until the became a pleasurable mush was a feeling she would never forget.

Still when she heard the other woman growling caused the brunette to giggle as she replied ''true but laying on a bed feels a lot better then what m back is currently laying on''in a teasing tone.