Madison Oppenheim Vs. Amelie Roux - Fortunes End

Had Amelie known of Madison's past life, her style would not be any different. Her verbal responses thought? They'd certainly be poking fun at the girl, more so the fact Madison had already insulted the bigger woman's sexuality despite baring a similar one. Regardless, Amelie would opt to work the girl in her lewd way, keen to force a set of desires from within the busty beauty she was confident was there.

Now that Amelie was on top, she could take it easy, if by a little. She was confident Madison still had life in her yet, likely bucket loads. But now, she kept the girl speechless, and that is all that really mattered. Had Miss Fortune decided to goad her yet again, all the heavier beauty would have to do was buck a few times to drive a few mouthfuls of air from out of her.

Curiously, Amelie found the silent girls hands beginning to pull at her locks in the direction of that curvaceous chest. The French giant could of certainly put up more of a fight than she was doing; hell, all she really had to do with the top spot was press hands to the mat either side of Madison, and then push up. Curiously, she did not.

Instead, as Madison pressed Amelie's head further and further down, the French beauty would opt to extend a tongue. Kissing and licking at the flesh she passed on her way down to her 'destination,' the moment Amelie's own cheeks began to meet with that supple breast flesh she would press alot firmer than Madison was likely expecting. The smaller beauty might of been smothering Amelie, but you could quickly see that the French beauty was simply rolling with it, as she soon began to tenderly lick those firm orbs!

The weight difference was now playing its part against Miss Fortune who squirmed and moaned feeling overpowered. She desperately tried to fight the thought in her mind that she should just give in and let Amelie bury her deep in her cleavage or between her thighs. The best she could do was a breast smother of her own, which failed and backfired. Amelie simply went with the motion and thrust her face between the vixens generous cleavage.

Miss Fortune lay there confused, she never had a rival willingly smother themselves, and in all truth she didnt know what to do. If she couldnt terrorize a rival with the prospect of being humiliated in this way, what could she do. Then the tongue of Amelie came out causing the redhead to gasp

"OMG you have to be kidding me....." she squirmed more and pushed at Amelies shoulders urging the girl to slide lower and lower. The crowd could sense exactly what Miss Fortune wanted and she went flush red at the idea. If Miss Fortune wasnt careful she could be falling into a giant trap here, and one she my well not escape from.

It was a long long shot but Miss Fortune had to do something, she attempted to grab the back of Amelie's head and push her deep whilst trying to kick off the canvas and roll the pair. The chances of moving the weight of her rival was slim, but if Amelie wanted to be smothered, Miss Fortune would oblige!

Amelie's hands were ready, like crouching predators, to jump into action should things turn sour for her. Her lust for pleasure could leave her at any second victim to outright struggling for air, perhaps resulting in a shock victory for Miss Fortune early on. Not that Miss Fortune winning would be a shock, but more the method in which she would gain such a thing right now. Essentially, turning Amelie's urge to motorboat the beauty outright against her.

Her hands to Madison's sides, she'd find herself the attempted victim to both her opponents attempt to roll her, and outright cover her face in breast flesh. Whilst the latter was easy, the former was not so much, especially given Amelie's figure was like a blanket on the top of a woman using her arms for a purpose other than rolling. Rather, Amelie would attempt to adjust the two of them, whilst still enjoying every second within that amazing bosom which matched her own.

Legs straddling the girl, she'd attempt to slide her arms up and around Madison's soft figure as she tried for the bridge. Planting herself firmly whilst locking in a squeeze-less grounded bearhug of sorts, Amelie would attempt to push up with those powerful thighs. If all went to plan, she'd lift Madison up through no choice of her own, so that Amelie was kneeling, with the busty beauty still in her arms, head in her chest!

Miss Fortune was way out of her depth, she as smothering Amelie and it was having no effect, at least not the effect the flame red haired vixen wanted. Normally people trapped between her large orbs would tap out, panic and pass out, but with the French beauty it was having the opposite effect. It aroused her!

Laying there as Amelie repositioned her sexy body, Miss Fortune suddenly felt herself pulled to a sitting position. "OMG you are a fucking lesbian..... you actually want my breasts on your face....: her words fell silent however as she saw Amelie's huge rack coming close. "Stop.... your GGALLUUMMFFFF" Miss Fortunes face was buried between the girls breasts and she immediately panicked pawing and squirming as much as she could.

It dawned on the New Yorker that she was completely powerless. All of her offensive sexual moves were useless against the French Goddess who would simply become more and more aroused and into the fight. Manging to find a small pocket of air between the sweat and the French girls soft flesh, Miss Fortune mumbled, "Please stop... OK... just don't smother me..." terrified that Amelie would go all the way and ride the redhead's face. It was no secret that this is what Miss Fortune did to her victims, and now she would get a taste of her own medicine, should Amelie have seen the New Yorker in action.

She was completely powerless now and the crowd knew it urging and reminding the French girl of all the possibilities to smother out and subdue Miss Fortune

Miss Fortune's smother was having an effect of course, just not the only one she perhaps intended. Even for a woman taller than Madison, the young red-heads chest was beyond big, covering Amelie's cheeks with ease. It was for that reason, along with her outright refusal of the situation, that made the French giant only commit more so.

Rather than keep the girl on the ground however, Amelie would soon make motions towards forcing the girl back to her feet. The green-ette was a tall figure, and thoroughly enjoyed reminding her many opponents that a smother from her was hardly an effort that required bending down. Releasing altogether on Madison, she'd latch her hands to the girls hips as she slowly rose, aiming to drag her cute prey up whether she wanted to or not.

"Mmmm...I'm starting to like your calls for help..." Amelie's purr was weirdly not meant at all in a sadistic way, but more that her foe was evidently struggling with the constant sensual contact between the two. Now that both figures were standing, Madison would indeed be reminded of the size difference between herself and Amelie, which the French beauty seemed quick to capitalise on.

Namely, by bringing up her arms tightly around Miss Fortunes head, locking at the elbows. With a powerful squeeze, she'd pull the beauties face right into her monstrous bosom, returning the opportunity to motorboat her!

Miss Fortune was outclassed and out cupsized! The flame haired vixen didnt know what she could do to stop the French girl from dominating her in a variety of ways. She was starting to regret taking this match and thought about just submitting to end it, but her pride was far too big for that, not until she was as sweaty breathless mess would Miss Fortune ever contemplate submitting. Pulled back to her feet, Miss Fortune looked shaky and visibly worried. The words from her rival sent shivers down the redhead's spine. "You.... ughhhh I cant say anything can I?" Miss Fortune was doubting her ability to even use her words to beat Amelie now, in a first for AFW, the New Yorker was speechless!

The size difference was really obvious when they stood and Miss Fortune knew what was coming. She placed her hands on Amelie's hips and tried to push but it was no use, her face was swallowed deep in the French girls cleavage. Those soft large breasts were looking to suffocate Miss Fortune, and she had flashbacks to her match with Becky Brooke where by accident the American had almost KOd her with her impressive breasts.

"UUMMFFFF" Miss Fortune mumbled and tried to turn her head side to side, inadvertently motorboating Amelie in the process much to the crowds delight. Amelie was just too strong and now Miss Fortune was in trouble, any period of time between the fleshy mounds of her rival would leave her dazed and wide open. The match was slipping away and all the redhead could think about was how the kinky French girl was going to finish her off, she prayed it wasnt going to be with her own unoffical finisher, the breast smother/facesit combo "torture" she used on Suzume and so many others in AFW

It appeared that Amelie had the greater advantage chest wise along with her greater figure in general, but such was not strictly the case. The fact that Madison was so short, yet so busty only made her chest seem even larger. Amelie's simply seemed to fit on a woman billed at six feet tall. Such a sizable chest on Miss Fortune would surely gain more attention from the French beauty later on in the match, but right now, Amelie deemed it was simply time to make things fair.

Her hand suggested the girls motion, but to Amelie's delight, she found the smaller girl following suite without much motivation. The grinding of the girls cheeks in her bosom made her purr, eyes briefly closing as the moment took away all feelings of anger towards the girl. She still felt the little mouthpiece deserved much more punishment, but simply couldn't ignore that the figure behind it was to die for.

Soon switching her embrace to but a one armed one, Amelie would giggle as the now free hand began to stroke down the girls clothed back. She considered attempting to peel the girls attire off from her whilst forcing her head further into what could only be described as marshmellow hell, but soon opted otherwise. There'd be a time for such later, of course.

Her hand sliding further and further down the girls cute frame, it would soon find itself upon that curvaceous rear that again matched Amelie's own. The French giant rightfully purred, licking her lips as she moulded the flesh between her fingers. All the while, nearly covering her own monstrous chest in the girls sweat and drool.

Miss Fortune was suffering and suffocating delightfully between the large breasts of the French beauty who seemed to be enjoying every moment of dominating the New Yorker. Normally in a private setting this is the sort of control that would have Miss Fortune submitting, not verbally, but physically. She secretly was overwhelmed by her bigger rival, and in some ways, wanted the French girl to smother her out, there were far worse ways to go after all!

However Amelie's busy hands started to stroke, and probe, which sent shivers down the redheads spine. She let out muffled gasps and nuzzled deep to the damp sweaty breasts that were swallowing her face. Amid the joy, this was a match, and almost inadventantly, Amelie had awakened the New Yorker's libido. She realized her hands were free and slid them to the front of Amelie's outfit. Miss Fortune wormed her fingers past the thin fabric to tease and stroke at the French girls sex, probing, pushing and playing, finding the right spot amid the wetness Amelie showed.

It was perhaps Miss Fortunes only hope to play the French girl at her own game. If she wanted an erotic battle, the amazonian sexy girl would get one.

Amelie was happy to continue her erotic submission of the girl until she turned more placid. Each and every time the girl opened her mouth, pure anger seemed to spell from it. Not exactly ideal for the French beauty who was trying to force the busty young beauty into a world of outright bliss. She'd slowly let up on the arm that bound her opponents head to her chest, instead bringing it down for a soft rub of the girls neck. Of course, if Madison ran her mouth again, it'd be straight back in 'the punishing hold' as it were.

Playing with that curvaceous rear only made Amelie pant more so, before to her outright surprise she found Miss Fortune giving as good as she got. She wouldn't battle her opponents attempt at gripping into her attire, but soon found herself shuddering as those fingers hit the mark.

"Ohh~ So, you can be nice when you want...huh?"

Never one to be outmatched, Amelie soon would bring both hands to Miss Fortunes rear. Pressing the girl tightly via her newly found grip, she'd gaze down deeply into the girls eyes, her face now far from angry at the pleasure being forced upon her.

Miss Fortune was in something of a quandary. She was angry at Amelie for how she was being womanhandled so easily by the sexy amazon, but at the same time, there was something now comforting about the smother, which had lessened so at least the New Yorker could see some daylight. She was still suffocating, and feeling dizzy but it seemed less severe, more playful even. At least it was possible that Miss Fortune was that out of it she didnt know what was happening.

However she could feel the French beauty getting more turned on, which spurned Miss Fortune on. As she probed and pushed, softly teasing the girl closer and closer. Her bottom was being groped, ensuring she was held tight. In a brief moment, Miss Fortune managed to get her head free enough to hear Amelie's words, and take a valuable gasp of air. "UGNNNN.. lets get on the canvas and I will show you how nice I can be...." The words even shocked the redhead. Did she actually just say that and offer her submission? It might not have been a match ending submission, but it certainly meant Miss Fortune was softening and warming to the smothering giantess.