SS 17 Velvet Valentine vs. Natasha Loclear

Ample didn't even begin to describe the size of Velvet's bust and Natasha couldn't resist the temptation of going after them, steadily herding the other woman towards the ropes with repeated chops across her breasts. It was hypnotic watching them bounce with each smack of her arm against them, the Frenchwoman quickly angling her swings to hit from below just to see how close she could get them to Velvet's face.

Once she had Velvet's back on the ropes Natasha grabbed onto the top rope on either side of the Valentine and threw herself into her, reintroducing the woman to her own full boobs as she slammed her body chest to chest against her. "Sorry, here, let me make it up to you." The half sincere apology came with a smile and a quick lick of Velvet's cheek while Natasha continued rubbing herself over Velvet.

The repeated chops continued to send the German French babe's breasts wobbling heavily up and down with each sharp strike until The Valentine fell backwards into the ropes. But Natasha wasn't done with Velvet Valentine's soft and cushiony boobs just there... Gripping the top ropes either side the buxom woman's body Natasha yanked herself hard into her opponent, forcing the ropes to bend outwards and under the weight of both of them together

"Ugh!!" Anka huffed out in one mouthful of hot air just over Natasha's shoulder was her body was slammed into and her breasts squashed a little against the blue haired girl's small chest... Their breasts once again back together as they had been before just briefly in Valentine's hug

Natasha thought herself generous in giving Velvet more of what she seemed to desire most, though their grinding tits would admittedly feel much better without Natasha's top in the way. Not that she was just going to remove it, that was up to Velvet, which meant it was time to try something else. "Shall we take a trip?" She asked with a curious look in her eyes and a mischivious smile on her lips which hinted at what she had in mind for the bigger woman.

With her hands cupping the back of Velvet's head Natasha stepped up onto the bottom rope and spring boarded off from there, leaping backwards and down onto her knees in a bid to slam the German face down to the mat in a bull dog.

Natasha's ripe breasts ground up and over the large mountain of The Valentine's rack as she clambered onto the bottom ropes in close quarter full frontal position with her opponent. Finally the Russian's bust came to settle on top of the German's, the Valentine's nipples poking right into the valley under Natasha's overhang, scrapping along the sensitive underside of her breasts. Anka's hot breath beat out a couple of times against Natasha's collar bone as the blue haired girl set her up and then jumped backwards with her hands cupped around the back of the the Valentine's head.

Even though Natasha was driving down with the back of Anka head, Velvet Valentine's breasts seemed to impact with the canvas first with a *thump*. "UGH!!!" Anka huffed out gruffly as her bust and then forehead bounced off of the mat and almost sent her upright on her knees before she slumped and rolled to one side. The Valentine came to a rest lay on her back, one arm drapped defensively of her breasts as they rose and fell, gasping in for some air.

The Frenchwoman had never been overly fond of moves that required her feet leave the ground, partly because once you did take off you were at the mercy of gravity and couldn't course correct, but mostly because the landings were never easy on her body. Her knees hit the mat sending a jolt up through her spine, Natasha groaning even as she brought Velvet face down against the mat. The other's landing was rather spectacular, Velvet bouncing off the floor for several seconds before she ended up laying on her back, an entertaining display given how loud the roar from the crowd became then.

Natasha didn't have the luxury of time however so she couldn't simply stay there on her knees watching Velvet's lovely form, that she could do later when she watched the recording of the match. Still on her knees Natasha slid over in between the woman's legs, her hands brushing up along their insides starting all the way down at the soles of Velvet's feet and working their way up, past knees and up along her inner thighs. "Now stay still for just a moment..." Natasha whispered, slipping her index fingers under the band of Velvet's thong to slide it down around the woman's knees.

Natasha came in on her knees seemingly for the kill, moving down between Anka's legs as she sort to claim a prize of an article of the Valentine's already limited clothing.. The Blue haired Russian's finger tips was just about able to slip under the rim of the German's hot pinky scarlett thong when she suddenly sprung into life and cut off Natasha attempt to get into her opponents draws.

"Hu!" Velvet Valentine exclaimed as she suddenly moved her legs up and snapped her large thigh in around Natasha waist firmly almost on instinct alone. At the sametime, she inclined her upper body up to about a 45 degree angle off the mat so that she could try and sling her arms around the back of Natasha head and draw her face first down into the Valentine's ample breasts and cleavage. Hoping to take her by surprise and give her a little something else to think about other than undressing the buxom babe

Not even an inch seperated Natasha from the prize she had set her ocean blue eyes upon, the corners of her lips curling upward into a sly grin just before Velvet sprang her trap. The woman went from limp to clamping shut around her like a mice trap, her sex having made for quite the irrisistable cheese which Natasha had gone for without any hesitation. While her mind was busy coming to terms with the fact that she had fallen into a trap Velvet was busy deepening her hold on the bluenette, her arms wrapping around Natasha's head and pulling her face first into those immense assests of hers, the Frenchwoman instinctively pushing against Velvet's midsection though it was too late to prevent her capture.

Natasha said several protests then but all Velvet would hear would be muffled shouts, more feeling the vibration of Natasha half yelling into her tits than actually hearing what she was trying to say.

"Jaaaa...~♥" The Valentine breathed out in between pants, her voice sounding like an arousal enticing soft moan in the ear as she laid her head down on the mat, her back against the canvas as she held Natasha's face in her breasts. She turned her head to one side, the upper eyelids closed halfway over her amber brown irises as she almost dreamily looked off out of the ring and into the distance.

She could feel Natasha's body pressing deep between her thick but soft thighs, the front of her crotch rubbing up nicely against the trapped girl's abs as she tried to struggle against the captivity.. All attempts to escape the embrace only seemed to make Velvet Valentine strengthen in resolve to tighten her grip and hold her there to share a moment of intimacy together.. Natasha's voice rumbled and was drowned out by Anka's breasts that seemed to mushroom against her face, a slight sheen of perspiration on the buxom German's hot body pressing into the Russian's face and front  half of her torso

Velvet certainly sounded like she was enjoying herself, though Natasha sincerely doubted all those gentle moans were genuine. One's voice was yet another powerful tool in the arsenal of a truly skilled hentai wrestler after all, and Velvet was that and more.

Natasha pictured the German beauty with a self satisfied look upon her face now that she had Natasha's face buried against her chest, a smug smile for all the world to see as the cameras zoomed in on the action. Not that she could see for herself given how little breathing room Velvet was giving her, that being none. Even if she did open her eyes all she would see would be a field of soft pink so she kept her eyes firmly shut, not wanting to risk getting sweat in her eyes when she couldn't wipe it away. Natasha still felt it though, Velvet's sweat smearing over her face, or perhaps that was her own, it was a bit difficult to tell.

Well could be worse...she thought to herself...there are far worse places I could be right now.

In a smother such as this Natasha had come to believe one had two options at the beginning, fight hard from the start using your air to force a break, or relax and make your air last as long as possible while they tired from keeping the smother going. Given the strength of Velvet, Natasha decided to give the woman what she wanted, or at least a taste of it. She wiggled just enough to rub her body over Velvet, Natasha's own breasts pressing down against Velvet's stomach while her hands slid up to fondle the lovely mounds that formed her prision. A squeeze here and there, a few soft kisses, plenty to excite her jailor.

Velvet Valentine held Natasha face to her breast, noting the fact that the blue haired wrestler didn't panic and start struggling madly against the restraints. The German French babe knew full well that in a when trapped in either a breast or crotch smother, a favoured hentai method of a escape was to lick, suck and feel your way out. So the Valentine was not at all surprised when Natasha's hands slipped up Velvet Valentine's wide hips, up her body to the sides of her breasts... She was not surprised to feel Natasha's nipples enticingly paint brushing against the surface of the German's belly with a finest touch.

The Valentine was not about to loosen up on Natasha to enjoy the luscious feeling just yet though... With something sounding between a grunt of effort and groan of arousal, Velvet Valentine's thighs suddenly squeeze in a whole lot tighter around the Russian French woman's waist, pressing her crotch maddeningly up against Natasha's abs. Her hips started to twist from left to right, dragging Natasha's faces hard over the top side of her breasts to try and leave her opponent dazed with the heated embrace