Safia Shahrazar vs. Bubbles Burste - In The Heat of the Night

Bubbles was quite comfortable with her new suit, enjoying the way Safia felt beneath. The woman had a naturally pleasing body, supple skin that worked with the touch of her ass - tough, muscular, but not so much that there was no give. Squeezable. Loveable. Fuckable.

She giggled at Safia’s response, making a light, chortling noise that sounded like it belonged to a much smaller woman. That was part of the reason she got away with her nickname despite her size - her voice was high-pitched, saccharine and sweet, much different than anything you’d expect from a ravenous giant such as herself. ”Am I now? You don’t seem to mind all that much.” She tweaked Safia’s nipple with her thumb, poking and prodding for a reaction.

To Safia’s credit, she wasn’t the type of woman to sit back and be done to without doing a little in turn, a quality that Bubbles quite appreciated. She cooed as smaller fingers reached up and caressed her breasts, rubbing them, and her moans and sighs were probably all the answer that the dark-skinned woman could want.

It felt good. Heavenly, even. But Bubbles knew a way it could feel even better.

She reached up and grabbed Safia’s wrists in a sudden abrupt motion, then leaned forward to pin the above her foe’s head, holding her in place. It was a dominant position, but more importantly, it was one that put her breasts right in front of Safia’s face, dangling above her.

In case the unspoken command wasn’t clear enough, Bubbles issued a single verbal command to go along with it.

”Lick.”

Safia let out a small cute moan when Bubbles pinched her nipple, the small pink nun hardening from the stimulation. Both her nipples were clearly visible underneath the thin fabric of her Teddy as they hardened from arousal.

Safia was rewarded with cute moans as well as she sank her fingers into Bubbles's chest. Her breasts, like the rest of her body, were huge. Safia felt them spilling out between her fingers as she groped and massaged them. The overly tight bra was getting in her way though. With a well practiced hand, Safia snapped the clasp holding the bra together, tossing it aside to free Bubbles.

It was right at this moment that Bubbles grabbed Safia's wrists and pinned her arms above her head. Safia protested, trying to pull her hands out of Bubbles's grasp, but she was easily overpowered. She saw Bubbles place her bountiful chest right over her face, knowing what Bubbles wanted even before her command.

Safia wasn't going to just submit to Bubbles though, she still had her pride. "No!" Safia protested, "You'll have to make me!" She stuck out her tongue at Bubbles, taunting her to see what she can do.

Bubbles had to concede, she was genuinely impressed with the skill that Safia showed when she undid her bra. Proper bra removal was a lost art, and something she herself often struggled with, her big, clumsy hands often being ill-suited to the task. Most often, she just got fed up with the struggled and wound up ripping them off, a tendency that ensured she wound paying her lovers for their destroyed garments far more often than she would’ve liked.

Bubbles didn’t try to stop Safia from getting hers off. She welcomed it. After all, it would only end up making things that much more difficult for her in a moment.

She managed to get the wily woman on the floor and keep her there, using her strength and weight to anchor her just as easily as any iron manacle could. This would’ve been the point where many women gave up and let the domination begin, but it seemed like Safia still had some flames to smother out.

Mariah shuffled forward on the bend, crawling over to look down on them from the edge with an impish grin. One that she shared with her wife, so identical it could’ve been copied from their faces. ”You heard the lady, Bubbles. Make her.”

Bubbles had a hard,deep chuckle, one that made both their body shake. ”If she insists…” And that was the only warning Bubbles would give before she dropped her chest on Safia’s face, making her head disappear in the valley of her breasts. Her opponent would find herself in a new world, one without light, without air, with only flesh and welcoming curves wherever she turned. A hot world, a massive world, one that she wouldn’t be getting out of until Bubbles allowed her to leave.

Safia knew exactly what she was asking for. To say that she wanted to be smothered would be an overstatement, she was the submissive type, but her competitive streak kept her from just giving in to any of her opponents. She wasn't about to just lick Bubbles without a fight first. Plus a part of her really wanted to see what it would be like in between those huge knockers. They were among the largest Safia had ever handled, much like the rest of Bubbles.

Safia managed to shoot Mariah a rather cute defiant look as well, sticking out her tongue at her, before her face got enveloped. "Mmm!" the Persian beauty moaned. Her head slotted in perfectly in between Bubbles's huge breasts. There were no gaps, no room to move around. The sheer size made it so that Safia couldn't find anywhere to breathe!

The Persian beauty began struggling as she felt herself running out of air. She twisted her body around, trying to loosen the grip Bubbles had on her hands, while also trying to create a gap to breathe from. She even kicked the bed a few times in protest. But none of it was working. Her entire world became those two huge orbs covering her face, and no matter what direction she tried to turn, all she got was a hot moist faceful of Bubbles!

The struggling was always the best part of a properly applied breast smother, in Bubbles’ humble opinion. While a face sir was fine, and definitely the more humiliating smother, having a screaming, wriggling face against her tits set all the right nerves aflame. And Safia? As it turned out, she had the perfect sort of face.

Smooth, soft features pressed against her breasts, searching for air that was nowhere to be found. Squeaks and squeals rattled her bones and made her shiver. To Safia’s credit, she put up a decent fight despite the stark size difference, and keeping her struggles under control was far from an easy task. She even nearly managed to slip her head free, two or three times.

But Bubbles rode her down each time. Countered every twist. Hammered down every thrust. She kept Safia in control, denied her a single breath, and only let up when she was ready, right as she began to sense the life flowing out of her foe’s body.

She raised her breasts up, giving Safia the luxury of a few unhindered breaths, before she lowered them again. Not enough to smother, but just enough to place her nipple against Safia’s lip and restate her demand.

”Lick.”

Normally Safia would have to be very worn down for an opponent to control her the way Bubbles held her down. She had plenty of practice breaking free from holds like this. But none of her old tricks were working. Bubbles matches each one of her twists head on, pushing her back down, gripping her even tighter, and making sure her face was never able to leave the valley in between her breasts.

"No, I can't get out!" Safia thought. The struggling took a lot out of her, using up the precious air she had stored up. She was getting increasingly desperate, but her strength was getting sapped away. She wasn't going to have the strength to break out.

After one last big push, Safia finally flopped down, totally exhausted. Her head swam from lack of air. She was just about to pass out, when Bubbles lifted up and gave her just enough space to suck in a few deep breaths. Safia coughed a little as she breathed in too quickly. She was pretty much beaten down.

Safia really did not want to admit defeat, keeping her mouth obstinately closed after Bubbles made her demand. But when she thought about getting smothered out again, it didn't really appeal to her. Slowly she opened her mouth and took Bubbles's nipple inside, sucking on it to make it hard before swirling her tongue around it expertly. Safia figured that giving this to Bubbles might distract her enough that she could find an opening.

For a moment, it looked like Safia was going to keep on being defiant, and Bubbles’ smile grew a few inches with a devilish twist at the sight. So many women would’ve given up long before this, just let her have her way, but this one kept on fighting, kept on surviving. It would’ve been intriguing to see how much she could take, if Bubbles would have to change tactics to get the job done. Maybe a little forward facesit…

Before she could put that plan into motion, though, she felt a little lick at her nipple. Tentative at first, slight, but more sucking came after that, and then proper worship followed. ”Good girl.” She whispered, though there was a slight tone of disappointment in her voice. The more she thought about it, the more she really wanted to try some face grinding.

But that wasn’t what happened to good girls. Good girls got rewards, and Bubbles was feeling in a merciful - and controlling - mood. As Safia worshipped her tit, she lifted her legs and stopped straddling her, feeling comfortable enough to sit besides her instead.

She lifted the smaller woman’s head up and cradled it, lovingly caressed her like a child, as she let her tongue do its work. ”There we go, there we go.” She ran a hand through the purple hairs. ”You’re mine, girl. And whenever you’re ready to admit it? That’s when the real fun starts.”

"Mmm, she tastes good," Safia thought as she swirled her tongue around Bubbles's nipple. Bubbles had a surprisingly sweet taste, it was very enticing to Safia who just wanted to continue. But she was in a match, and giving in to Bubbles would be letting her off too easily. Safia still had plenty of fight left in her.

When Bubbles got off of Safia and sat down next to her, Safia released Bubbles's breast, letting her nipple pop out of her mouth. This was the opening she was hoping for, especially since Bubbles seemed to think she had won the fight. She let Bubbles cradle her head and pull her up to a sitting position as well, looking up at Bubbles from in between her breasts.

The purple haired girl smiled when Bubbles declared her ownership of Safia. "You think you've won already?" Safia said, "Not yet!" Her hands shot up and grabbed Bubbles hard by her nipples, giving them a sharp twist to hopefully surprise and stun her. Safia was only getting started though, as she tried to scramble behind Bubbles and grab her breasts from behind to continue the nipple torture!

Bubbles loved to mix pleasure and pain, make a match as much about fucking as fighting, and that was definitely the case here, as she let Safia go to work on her breasts, lovingly lavishing them with her tongue. As far as she was concerned, the fighting in the match was over. She’d established dominance, left little doubt to who was in control, and now it was just a matter of wearing her down, having fun, making her submit, and presented what was left of the woman to her beautiful wife. A ripe present they could both share.

But it seemed like Safia saw things a wee bit differently.

Bubbles yelped when her breasts, tender and tense from her foe’s affection, were savagely squeezed, digging her talons in deep. The next thing she knew, the tricky little thing had made her way behind her and was squeezing even harder, controlling her from behind.

Moans and mewls came from Bubbles’ lips as she jerked forward, trying to get a hold of herself while Safia worked her devilish maneuver. She’d need a few moments to gather bearings, and until she did, the dark-skinned deviant was in the driver’s seat.

Safia knew that after teasing Bubbles's nipples they would be extra sensitive, go even a gentle twist would hurt. She did not twist gently. Catching Bubbles off guard, Safia grabbed and pinched hard, twisting sharply to firmly tell Bubbles that she was not done fighting yet. She let go after a moment, and while Bubbles was stunned from the attack quickly got behind her to continue her assault.

"You like being the dominant one?" Safia said "Ma cherie, let's see how you like being dominated!"

Her hands grabbed Bubbles by the nipples again, pinching and twisting them between Safia’s delicate fingers. Safia snapped her legs around Bubbles's waist to maintain her control while her fingers continued to attack, pinching and pulling and twisting.

"Your boobs are so big," Safia said, "You're just like a cow!" She grinned as she began to pinch in a different way, squeezing down at the bottom of Bubbles's areolae and pulling outwards along her nipple. "I wonder if I cam milk you," Safia said, "Wouldn't that be fun to see?" She flashed a grin at Mariah, wondering what she was thinking seeing her lover getting milked like a cow!