An Italian Sandwich

A chill went up and down Mariah’s spine as she looked up into Diana’s eyes and knew the wrath was coming. That was part of the appeal to this sort of play, wasn’t it? Tempting fate, seeing what sort of punishment would be coming her way. Calling down the wrath of the goddess.

”Cost me?” Mariah whispered, peppering her voice with manufactured fear. [color=Grey]”How much?”[/colo]r

It was a question she wouldn’t have to wait long on for an answer. In came Diana with her red lips and husky breath, steaming up Mariah’s face while she closed in, looming larger by the second. The woman had an overbearing presence, a dominating visage that threatened to overwhelm Mariah, but the physical aspect couldn’t be ignored, either.

Diana’s breasts pressed against Mariah’s face, spreading out over her features, and she soon found it nigh impossible to breathe with all the flesh in her face. She shook her head left and right, starting to struggle, but gravity and strength were both in the goddess’ favor, and it came off as nothing more the meek tremors. Whimpers and moans rattled Diana’s chest, growing weaker by the second, and it seemed like it would be Mariah’s turn to take a nap if something didn’t change in the immediate future.

The size of Diana's bosom was near enough always hidden when not in the wrestling ring; the surprisingly hefty chest of the Italian rarely on show when it was not time to try and beat someone down.

But when it was time to throw down?

Diana's curves were out for all to see, given the woman didn't like to hide anything when it came time to fight. Although, admittedly, she was rare to use them. Smothers, and face-sits by extension, were simply not her style. She did not particularly think less of those who did use them, nor did she consider them dirty.

Just a personal thing, she figured.

But now, given the scenario, simply dropping her hefty orbs right in the face of her soft bodied sparring partner only seemed natural. Her arms locking gently around those long locks, it was only with a mild press that Diana's breasts pressed down, for the Italian evidently had no intention of knocking Mariah clean out of it.

There was no fun in doing what she had in mind to a passed-out victim after all.

From what Mariah gathered about Diana, she wasn’t traditionally a hentai-inclined wrestler, even though she often wrestled in a straight up bathing suit that did nothing to hide her sumptuous curves. Heavy blows and broken bones were her order of the day, a woman who was known for breaking the best down in brutal fashion.

That was kind of shame, if Mariah had to make an assessment. Just going off what they were seeing here today, the woman had all the tools one could ask for if they wanted to make a splash in the hentai division. Not just the body, but the brains to use it sensually and strategically.

She had the breasts to smother Mariah out and the strength to use them, holding her down with ease as the orbs took over her entire world. It was all she could do to squirm about under this beauty, fighting for every breath, trying to keep her head about water as Diana’s skin flooded her.

It was heavenly to be in, and didn’t make for a bad show, either. Bubbles had been enjoying it in the corner, giving herself the occasional rub to stay sated, but there was only so much of that she could endure, especially now that breast smothering came into the mix. She stepped forward, padding over on bare feet, one of which she lifted up and placed right on Diana’s backside, massaging the cheek under her heel, just savoring the feel of her flesh. ”Having fun down there?”

Despite the lustful scenario she now found herself in, and despite her nature, Diana had yet to lose herself to her senses. She was still very much the reserved woman she was in her numerous fights; simply because her focus was put towards something a little more sexual than usual did not demean it in the slightest. Diana was careful to note Mariah's breaths against her bosom for one, making note to lighten up on her smother just a tad every time those breaths became exaggerated. Although not for long.

She didn't want Mariah thinking she was being soft.

The motion was only allowed to continue for a little more however, before Diana let loose a rather uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp, from pure shock. She didn't need to look behind her to know what was occurring; the biggest of the trio occupying the ring somewhat massaging her rear with her hefty foot, which surprisingly enough to the Italian felt rather enjoyable.

Holding her left arm still around the head of Mariah whilst turning her top half around, Diana's arm would snugly pull the beauties face up somewhat as she turned as best she could to face Bubbles. The smother by default became greatly weaker, but Mariah was in no danger of passing out whatsoever. Purely, because Diana's focus was off her outright, for if but a moment.

"Mhm...Why? Getting jealous....?"

Diana was fine all over, sculpted like some ancient greek goddess. Great legs, worthy of any model, but packed with dangerous powers. Arms thick as pythons and just as deadly. Abs that looked strong enough to repel small arms fire.

But Bubbles was a fan of this fine, Italian ass in particular. As a bodybuilder, she could appreciate the tone and time that went into making a backside like this. When she pressed her foot down and rubbed about, she could feel the corded muscle shift at her bare foot’s touch, give and work around every twitch of her toes. It was truly magnificent, begging to be tasted and touched and humped and fucked, and she and Mariah had it all to themselves.

Perfect.

”Something like that.” She spread her legs, planting one foot on either side of Diana’s body, and dropped for a slow sit, letting her crotch come down right on top of those glistening glutes that, pressing down with her pussy and starting a slow grind. While Mariah tried to compose herself, she reached around and bought time by massaging Diana’s side, pressing against that smooth skin.

”Tell me, Diana.” Bubbles ran her fingers down her back, giving her a light scratch down the length. ”How do you see this going down? How do you want it to go?”