SS 17 Velvet Valentine vs. Natasha Loclear

Natasha had her arms wrapped around Velvet's waist, fingers woven together to get as good of a grip as she could muster, and for a moment she thought she had Velvet raising off her feet. "Hmph." Grunted in exhertion as she lifted upwards only to realize Velvet moved maybe a couple of inches but no more, Natasha trying twice more to haul her up off of her feet but to no avail. A quick glance down told her why, Velvet had her own arms locked around Natasha who hadn't noticed the added pressure against her chest untuil now, a symptom of the toll the match had taken on her thus far she figured.

"Making this difficult I see." Natasha said after taking a deep breath, a soft smile on her lips as she assessed her current predictament. With Velvet's strength the two of them were pressed together tighter than ever, not an inch seperating them at any point along their bodies. It felt like they were made for one another, their bodies like two puzzles pieces that fit perfectly together, especially when it came to the way their breasts slid together.

Her own hefty pair were now nestled just underneath Velvet's heavier chest, fully impressing upon Natasha the fact that while it was only a small difference Velvet's breasts were indeed a little larger than her own. That got to Natasha somewhat, a pouting look on her face even as she made the most of the moment by grinding her hardened nipples against the soft undersides of Velvet's boobs. "Now lets see here, are you sensitive here?" Natasha asked, a curious look in her eyes now as she lowered Velvet back down onto the soles of her feet, further pressing her tits up against the other's.

The two women seemed to nestle against one another in quite the snug little fit, breasts pressing upon breasts while sweat started to intermingled between one another on their hot flushed skin.

"Vell you know moi.." The Valentine murmured faintly close to Natasha's cheek as she commented about her making things difficult. The German French babe grinned and then twisted her hips so that her bust would jut and grind against Natasha.. She could feel that Natasha's nipples has slipped right into the cranny underneath the Valentine's breasts and the base of her chest, each move she made forced the Russian's nips to grind and roll against at least one part of Anka's body... Velvet Valentine was sure that that feeling would be quite exquisite for the other hentai wrestler.

Natasha lowered down a little on Anka's body, allowing her to get her feet planted on the mat while the blue haired woman's nipples grazed up the underside of the Valentine's large boobs until they both found the lower part of the Valentine's areola. Anka drew in a short breath of pleasure at the feel of Natasha's tits clashing with hers, but managed to contain composure enough to keep her hug around the Russian body tight

"Vant a nip var?" she mused

As the two frenchwoman slid their bodies together Natasha couldn't help but think of herself as a puzzle piece that had finally been paired with the correct piece, the feeling of satisfaction she always felt when she paired the right pieces up magnified by a thousand fold here with Anka. Natasha had fought dozens upon dozens of other gorgeous competitors and she had enjoyed almost all of them, but there was something about the way their bodies just seemed to meld together that raised her excitement to levels very few had brought her to before. She wouldn't go so far as to think Anka was the only piece she might go with, but the woman had earned herself a spot near the top of that list.

"I feel I've come to know you..." She whispered softly in answer to the Valentine, smiling softly as she too began to shift her shoulders and hips, setting their breasts to grinding from side to side between them. Natasha was quite enjoying pressing her breasts up from beneath Velvet's own pair, her hard nips rubbing along that deliciously sensitive areola. Yes the weight of the Valentine's hefty mounds meant a lot of pressure being placed upon her nipples and her breasts by extension, but she had confidence in her chest to outlast Anka.

A confidence her opponent here saw fit to question. "I desire far more than that, but a nip var sounds like a lovely beginning." Natasha agreed, some of her mother's russian accent flavoring her words for the first time in years, brought out by her time with the Valentine. She was swift to make good on her word too, Natasha's hands now resting upon velvet's lovely rear while the bluenette slowly slid her chest upward. The further upward her mounds traveled the greater the pressure placed upon both pairs, Natasha biting her bottom lip as she now felt the other woman's nipples being dragged over the soft pink of her areola as their nipples grew closer to a direct confrontation that Natasha was quite eager for.

The Valentine closed her eyes and sucked in a soft rush of air between her lower lip and upper set of teeth, saviouring the feel of her opponent hot and sweaty body pressing up against her. The feeling was enough to inspire the the buxom German to do much much more just as Natasha desired.

"You vill know me very vell." The Valentine whispered ominously to Natasha, her warm breath coming out in faint wisps against the corner of the blue haired woman's lips Anka spoke. Then rather suddenly, Velvet Valentine broke her grip around Natasha's back, using her arms to shove the Russian slightly to one side.. Their breasts roughly passed over one another in a rather distracting grind as the Valentine worked quickly, trying to force Natasha into a half turn while at the same time trying to keep her wrong footed and off balance for what she planned next.

The Valentine came up around behind her opponent, using her hand to push against Natasha's upper back and force her to lean over and to one side. From here Anka tried to slip her right leg around the front and slightly against the inside of Natasha's left leg, while the Valentine slung her other leg up and over the side of Natasha's head... Going from one finisher to another with "my Valentine", a modified octopus hold

It was not unusual for Natasha to desire her opponents, it was the norm given her preferred style of matches, but the intensity of the lust and longing she felt for the Valentine in that moment was of a level she hadn't felt for quite a long time. Everything else had faded away into the farthest reaches of her awareness, the crowd, the stadium, even the fact that this was a match was only barely on her mind as she pressed herself against Velvet. Her gaze drifted south to stare at the current focus of their embrace, her deep blue eyes wide with lust as she watched their breasts ever so slowly grinding together with their equally hard nipples seemingly begging to come together.

It was in this moment the Valentine saw fit to fulfill the promise of her words, their nipples finally flicking over one another for the briefest of seconds before Natasha was forcibly spun around. Her first thought was to force herself back around, to force Velvet back into the embrace, but even as she went to turn the Valentine was already working upon her body to keep her right where she was.

"Is this knowing you?" Natasha said through tightly clenched teeth now that her senses were filled with the pain in her torso as it was twisted to the side, kept locked firmly in place by the unyielding body of Velvet. Her hands opened, closed tight, then opened again as she struggled against the hold she now found herself in. Her only saving grace being that she could still move herself an inch or so left and right, letting her at least grind her side against the underside of Velvet's massive tits.

Anka's heart rate sped up a little and her pants came deeper and faster as she forced Natasha to bend over, forwards and to the side... It seemed that the Russian/French woman had been caught at a disadvantage momentarily and her lush body was left deliciously vulnerable for the Valentine, immensely exciting the German French babe. Her leg and thick thigh was slung over Natasha's head and then the blue haired woman's arm hooked under her armpit to complete "My Valentine"

"Jaaaaaaa..." Velvet Valentine practically purred out as she felt Natasha's hot and sweaty body locked in the entanglement with her at long last. She bent her body forwards a bit, her large breasts pressing into Natasha's lower back as she placed her lips down against Natasha's butt so that the Valentine's hot breath beat against her tender cheek.

"You vill be mein für immer...~♥" She murmured so that her lips rubbed against Natasha's ass as she spoke, Anka's free hand sliding over the curve of Natasha's rump to slip down between her thighs from behind, finger tips slipping into place possessively over Natasha's mound as if she were claiming that as part of what will be hers forever

Her heart was beating fast and sweat ran freely down her body as she struggled to remain standing, let alone forcing her way out of this hold Velvet had caught her in. She cursed herself for letting her guard drop and getting stuck like this, it was a move she had known to look out for but she had gotten lost in the passion of the moment, a rookie mistake that anyone could make as she had just proven.

"Hungry are you?" Biting on her bottom lip Natasha was doing her best to keep quiet and focus on escaping rather than trading words with the Valentine, her one arm that was sticking straight up into the air seeming like her best choice if she could just get it free. The frenchwoman was given extra reasons to hurry and slip out somehow as she felt the other woman running her fingers along her slit, finding Natasha's sex quite wet with her arousal and elicting a low groan from the bluenette.

"mmmh... Jaaaa~♥" Velvet Valentine moaned with a light seductive chuckle at Natasha's word. Her hand moved briefly from Natasha's crotch to instead grip the backside rim of the Russian's tight shorts, peeling them down slowly and relishing the feel of Natasha's clamy moist skin clinging onto the damp material each inch it was pulled aside. The German French babe only pulled down the back part, revealing her curvatious ass which she then put her mouth against with a rumbling moan... Her lips painted Natasha's butt cheeks with the faintest of brushes as they parted open, then the Valentine let her front teeth graze laboriously over the smooth surface of Natasha's ass in a slow but loving nip or nibble.

"ausgehungert..." she murmured, not moving her mouth away so that as she spoke her lips again brushed Natasha's ass and bathed her in warm breath. The Valentine hand moved sunk back down between Natasha's legs, straining the Octopus hold on a little tighter she forced the blue haired woman's thighs to become more parted open and vulnerable as her finger reached up for the upper rim of her shorts. The tips of the Valetine's fingers pressed closed to Natasha's skin, sliding down and carefully slipping in under the upper rim of her opponent's shorts, gliding down over her sex underneath the shorts where no one else could see what was going on..

"Let zis be our-a own petit... erh... how you say... Geheimnis...?" Her middle finger carefully circled Natasha's anticipating pussy lips "...mmmh ~la-con-fi-dence~...?" gently, the Valentine applied pressure to the opening until the tip of her finger overode any resistance Natasha's womanhood to provide with her leg so deliciously parted and vulnerable... seeking to push the tip of her finger inbetween those pussy lips under her shorts

She was acutely aware of Velvet's breath washing over her ass, goosebumps forming upon her newly exposed flesh as the anticipation of what was inevitably to come became practically unbearable. Natasha's every thought needed to be focused upon how to escape Velvet's clutches but her captor was making it rather...difficult to focus on anything but the trailing of her fingers as they roamed along her skin or the warm breath teasing at the entrance of her ass. Even the woman's words had her trembling with excitement...Natasha finally realizing just how arousing an accent could be, especially when spoken with such lust dripping from each and every syllable.

Natasha's arms and legs shook with strain as she struggled to brute force her way out of the modified octopus hold, but she had already been panting for air before Velvet sprung this trap on her, and as close to the edge as she was Natasha wasn't sure she had anything left to resist Velvet. So she went for a gambit instead and relaxed her body, readying herself to ride out whatever pleasure Velvet could deliver and yet when she needed to be steadying her breathing Natasha found herself holding her breath instead as the Valentine's fingers slipped underneath her shorts where no one else could see...but they both knew what would happen next...

"Our little secret it is then..." Natasha replied in a low voice, barely more than a whisper as she bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself as quiet as she could be for what came next. Velvet had already been made to cum but Natasha had yet to experience that sweet release, a fact she was immediately reminded of when that long digit pressed steadily forward into Natasha's parted pussy lips...sending a jolt throughout the Frenchwoman's body that escaped in a single low moan, but that was all. "Ayy yea...secret..."

With Natasha letting her body go a little bit loose in order to prepare for an escape later on down the line, The Valentine was some how able to sink the French Russian even deeper into the entangled lustful web of the octopus hold that was "My Valentine"... Now she panted steamily with her lips still pressed to the side of Natasha's butt cheek, her breath warming the freshly wettened patch there thanks to her previous nip. The tip of her finger had nestled itself inbetween bluenette's puffy pussy lips, now poised with Natasha's legs slightly parted so that she was open and vulnerable, Velvet Valentine was ready to push home her advantage quite literally

Natasha felt a rumbling purr vibrate against her ass from the other's lips, building up slightly in intensity as the only warning to prepare her body before Anka pushed the whole of her middle finger all the way up into Natasha's passage. The tight shorts outlined Anka's hand underneath as she pushed in quickly all the way up to the knuckle on her finger... Pausing for a moment only to twist her hand and the digit inside of her capitive opponent hot moistened passage