Madison Oppenheim Vs. Amelie Roux - Fortunes End

Finally Miss Fortune spoke words which were not pointless daggers shot simply from a foul mouth. And finally, Amelie had a reason to be a little, softer with her foe. Heeding the suggesting, she'd soon lift her arms back around the girls back as if holding her in a soft embrace, before slowly beginning to lower herself.

"Suit yourself~" She'd whisper, giving the girl the smallest of nuzzles as she briefly matched Madison's height. She'd continue to go further though, soon pulling via her latched arms to the girls hips, with the full intention of not only laying down, but pulling Miss Fortune with her.

Once forcing the busty redhead upon her, Amelie would press a little firmer with her arms. Using herself akin to a grinding post, she'd rub the smaller girl upon her, chest and tummy pressing nicely, as she began to rub noses with the girl.

"Surprise me then...my sweet..."

Miss Fortune let out a gasp of relief as she was freed. It has been sometime since she got some air and her face now matched her flame red mane. It however took Miss Fortune by surprise that Amelie elected to position herself in such a way that the New Yorker was on top. It would have been easy for the French girl to have lay on the flame haired vixen and prevent her from moving, but she didnt. Nose to nose, body to body, Miss Fortune heard the girls words and didnt need a second invitation

"Be careful what you wish for....."

Normally in a match, Miss Fortune would look to pin her rival down, and go for a match winning smother. This was different, Amelie was more about seduction, and Miss Fortune could play that game. Since Amelie had focused on the redhead's behind, there as a plot brewing inside the girls mind. Immediately she lowered her head and kissed the girl full on the lips, her nipples were stood hard now, a fact which was no doubt known by Amelie. If it worked she could move her body to straddle the girls tummmy if she could. Unless the French girl stopped the redhead, the New Yorker was going to give her a lot more than just her ass to concentrate on

Amelie watched with eager eyes as the girl began to motion ontop of her. She was confident, but far from cocky. She had controlled the match thus far, but was more than aware of the likeliness that her foe would suddenly aim to lock in a move she would not release easily, in the efforts to turn the fight back in Madison's favour. Of course, there was joy to be had in letting the redhead move into position regardless.

Amelie let loose a lowly hum as those curvaceous cheeks upon her tummy pressed a tiny gasp of air from her, her eyes closing as she felt those extreme curves for a frame so small begin to overtake her frame. The kiss was a cherry on the cake as it were, as both arms of Amelie's came up to thickly embrace the redheads mane and really force the locking of lips tighter. If Madison did not deny her, she would force her tongue into her foes mouth, determined to remind the girl that simply because she was on the bottom position, she was not completely devoid of action. As she tongue wrestled the beauty, her right leg would begin to motion. Bringing up the sole of her foot, she'd begin to slide it up and down, softly of course, the nearest leg of her foe. The two appeared to be mirror images of their earlier spiteful selves, as each begun to mould into the others flesh.

The kiss worked its magic for both of the wrestlers, who now seemed more content with enjoying one another than actually winning the match. At the start, Miss Fortune was all attitude and anger, but now she was moaning softly. Her French rival stoked her leg with her foot sending shivers along Miss Fortunes spine, such was the skill in the art of seduction from Amelie. However Miss Fortune wanted something very specific, she wanted Amelie to nuzzle between her legs.

In an attempt at some reverse psychology, Miss Fortune broke off the kiss with a smile on her face and slowly crawled up the French girls body, biting her lip now in anticipation. Of course she was planning to sit on the girls face, in the hope that Amelie would recipriocate. Losing now or winning was irrelevant to the New Yorker. If she was on the top or the bottom, it was win win. Miss Fortune let her round bottom settle on Amelie's large chest, the redheads thighs framing the French girls face. "You asked for this Mademoiselle..." Miss Fortune joked playfully, in a rare dropping of her guard, and settled into the facesit. She gasped as she felt Amelie's features and wiggled slightly to get a better position. There was no need to pin the girls hands down, because Miss Fortune was doing this out of lust as opposed to anger

Amelie could likely not give you an accurate amount of times she had been breast smothered once joining AFW, let alone in her career altogether. Weirdly enough, this was to be the first time someone dared try a face sit on the curvaceous giant, and Amelie wasn't exactly denying Miss Fortune the right of being the first to. If anything, she made the move seem all the more appealing to do as her arms went spread eagle on the mat, her voice quiet save for a few lowly pants.

All she gave in response to Madison's query was a licking of lips, followed by a sly wink. Right before her face was completely pressed from view!

Moaning as that firm ass used her as a cushion, Amelie found her legs crossing and hands quickly coming up to the girls sides as she was overtaken with delight. The girls chest was second to none, yet Amelie found herself beyond overtaken with her rear alongside. Had the fabric that bound her smaller foe not been in the way, she would of perhaps kissed and nibbled at her flesh prison. Instead, she simply moaned, eyes closing as she allowed Miss Fortune this small moment over her.

Miss Fortune was in her element, she loved nothing more than having a girl gasping between her thighs, as she rode their face into submission or for a pin count. This however was different, it was much more consensual and the redhead was not going to spoil the mood by anything in her usual heelish manner. She felt the hands on her hips and let them guide her, alternating the pressure on Amelie's pretty face. First she lightly smothered, letting the French beauty get a sense of her scent, Miss Fortune was very turned on at this point, before the New Yorker spread her thighs and increased the smothrering for a minute or so.

Yes Miss Fortune was toying with Amelie now but it was all in aid of driving the French girl over the edge. The redhead knew if she wanted, Amelie could get free and completely dominate her, she had done so all match pretty much, so Miss Fortune figured why fight it. She may lose the match officially, but the French beauty had found a chink in her armour, a way past the angry, spiteful nature of Miss Fortune and quashed her fire.

Looking into the girls eyes Miss Fortune bit her lip and started to hump her hips slowly, a purr escaping her mouth before she placed her hands back on Amelie's large breasts squeezing them and concentrating more on the moment than the match

In a second, Madison could easily force full force upon the green-ette; perhaps locking her legs behind the French giants head to ensure maximum pressure. Amelie was preparing for such an inevitable moment, locking her own hands softly on the girl in a manner that disguised their true intent. Much like how Madison could up the pressure at a instant, Amelie was readying to push the beauty off in equal timing. Albeit, to her shame, more and more of Amelie was screaming to her to simply stay still, and enjoy the haven she was nor presented with.

The eye contact didn't at all help, as the posture of her foe allowed coverage of Amelie's mouth yet freedom for her eyes. Amelie in a weird change found herself looking elsewhere besides her foes cute gaze, for she knew that she would be overcome with lust if she maintained eye contact with the girl currently grinding her face with her rear.

She'd begin to put her legs into a bent posture as she lay flat however, seemingly readying to push Madison off with a roll of her entire curvy frame. In a moment of course. There was too much fun to be had here and now.

Miss Fortune was pumping her hips in quite the fashion, loving the feeling of the French girls response. It was something more akin to the bedroom than the wrestling ring, but the flame haired girl didnt care. She saw Amelie avert her gaze and smiled, flicking her now damp hair back. Miss Fortune didnt care the girl has her hands on her hips, nor that she was shifting her legs about. Right now it was all about getting off on Amelie's face who was doing her best to bring Miss Fortune to ecstacy.

And then, Miss Fortune amid her delight, reverted back to her usual dominating, bitchy self. She suddenly stopped and shuffled back to let Amelie breath, framing the French girls face between her thighs. The New Yorker noticed that the French girl's face was wet now, probably from struggled breaths and the inevitable excitement Miss Fortune had worked up. Again getting eye contact she smirked in her usual cocky way, "I guess this is you submitting me to me then? Now say it you French slut! Say you submit, or I will grind your ugly face off!"

The crowd gasped at the loud and very rude demand from Miss Fortune. Her ego was running riot and she managed to spoil a perfectly good, almost gentle loving moment with her fearsome attitude

And just like that, kind sensual Madison Oppenheim had apparently left the ring again. With the loud, boisterous and rude Miss Fortune as it were back in play, Amelie had more than a reason to attempt finally bucking the girl off. Not that the posture wasn't completely enjoyable, even more so given her foe's sensual grinding. But well, it was hard to be in the mood with such a mouth running in the background. Not to mention that apparently, young Miss Fortune hadn't learnt the earlier lesson Amelie had attempted to stress to her.

With her legs primed for the rollover, Amelie would grip upon her foes thighs with force as she attempted such. If all went to plan, with the girls small robust figure but childs-play for a such a bigger figure with motivation and purpose, Amelie would flip Miss Fortune to her back, face still low. Attempting to obviously fix this, she'd begin to clamber atop her foe, grinding all the way up the beauty, until yet again, their breasts pressed, and noses tickled.

"You just had to ruin it didn't you, my sweet..."

Miss Fortune smugly smothered her rival and looked into her eyes, she wanted the submission and to win the match. Sure she could enjoy Amelie on a more personal level and would be seeking out the French beauty for a more private naked match, perhaps even in oil or jello to make the experience more slippery! But for now, she wanted to dominate and prove that she was better

It didnt go to plan, Miss Fortune found herself easily flipped and flat on her back making the girl gasp out. Her large breasts wobbled and by the time she composed herself, she was completely pinned down. She looked into the girls eyes and even gave a slight gulp. Amelie was much bigger and heavier than Miss Fortune, and it was not a winning position at all

She heard her rivals words and blinked like a rabbit in headlights, the quiet almost reserved response from Amelie made her realise she was in serious trouble