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

Bubbles could have kept Safia on the floor, used her own immense weight to pin the smaller woman down for as long as she desired. She could have planted her butt down and smothered her clean out, pressed her full weight down on that cute face and denied it any and all air. She could have leaned forward and pulled Safia between her thighs, locking her in a tight headscissors that would’ve had her dreaming.

But she didn’t. Oh, maybe she would, eventually. She could think of all sorts of fun things to do. But for now, she was perfectly content to crawl off of her foe and give her a moment to relax and, more importantly, get off those pesky little clothes.

As much as she loved the sight of Safia stripping, she didn’t waste the opportunity, and took the time slip out of her own garments. Off came the sling, down over her shoulder, and she pulled the rest from between her legs, before she flung it all to the far side of the room.

Her eyes never left Safia, not even for a moment. Completely nude, her hulking, busty body on display, she started to crawl forward, a predator on the prowl. ”I’m coming for you…”

Now that Safia was fully naked, she felt even more comfortable in this match. Her opponent joined her in full nudity, which delighted Safia as well. No more clothes to get in between them meant more body contact and hot rubbing. Safia knew Bubbles was strong both physically and sexual, she wondered how much the amazon could resist Safia’s soft skin rubbing all over her body. The very thought sent tingles of excitement through her and made her wet pussy drip.

"Come hard for me Bubbles," Safia said, blowing her opponent a small kiss. She got in all fours as well, her lithe body flexing like a panther's as she stalked closer to Bubbles, two sexual predators circling each other before locking into combat. Safia's heart raced with excitement.

She made the first move, lunging forward to try and grab Bubbles by the shoulders. Safia would use the powerful amazon as a sturdy base to push herself up and over, hoping to get onto Bubbles's back and lock in a quick rear naked choke!

Anticipation - that was the hardest thing to curtail, here. Bubbles wanted to hold back for a moment, let Safia bring the fight to her, but not fighting and fucking was harder task than most could imagine. Especially now that the dusky demoness was unclothed, nude, fully exposed to the elements and all of the Virgin Killer’s ravenous touches. She was a lion with a juicy, red steak dangling in front of its face. How could she not gobble that up?

For a moment, she let herself get lost in all the possibilities, and a moment was all that Safia required. Before she could react, her nimble foe was moving forward, leaping over her, twisting about, and-

”Gak!” Bubbles had the strength, the power, the muscle, but that meant little when she had those slender arms were clamping down on her neck and holding on tight. The momentum took her down to the floor, falling on top of Safia, and that was where she stayed for the moment. She pulled at her foe’s arms, trying to steal whatever meager breaths that she could.

But it wasn’t all bad. She had that nice chest to rub against, and she took advantage of it as best she could, squirming about in the hold and rubbing her body into Safia’s, loving the feel of those tender tits against her shoulder. Even with the constriction, she was able to let out a contented sigh, savoring every touch.

Bubbles seemed quite distracted by Safia, giving the dusky beauty all the opportunity she needed to get right up close against the amazon's body. This was the second time this match she was able to get onto Bubbles's back. Safia wasn't going to make the same mistake this time and give Bubbles the opportunity to smother her. She was going to keep her head nice and far away, and focus on putting her opponent to sleep.

"Payback for before," Safia said as she tightened her sleeper around Bubbles's neck. Her arms, though thin, were wiry and strong. Once she locked in her hold there was no escape. Or so Safia thought.

Bubbles fell backwards onto the floor, almost her entire weight slamming into Safia and squashing her. "Ack!" Safia gasped. Her hold weakened considerably, though she still held on. Bubbles didn't seem to be getting off her anytime soon either, grinding her back up against Safia's perky breasts, making her pink nipples harden. She could barely breathe under Bubbles's weight. Safia's legs wrapped around Bubbles to try and maintain control, but her grip was weak from lack of air. She just hoped that it was still enough to constrict Bubbles's airway so she passed out first!

In Safia’s defense, there was nothing wrong with her tactic in theory. Bubbles knew from experience that a properly applied RNC could do to a person, and under normal circumstances, the move would’ve been more than enough to put a woman to sleep.

But these weren’t normal circumstances, this wasn’t a normal match, and Bubbles wasn’t a normal woman. So, when the weight came crushing down on Safia and the hold loosened, it was enough to keep her awake for a while, breathing as best as she could through the hold.

”Having a little trouble?” Bubbles chuckled and pressed her back down even harder. She planted her feet on the floor and pushed up, adding more of her upper body’s weight into the equation, ensuring that Safia stayed pin.

All the while, she tugged even harder on her foe’s arm, desperate to be free so she could take full advantage of the little trickster’s body.

"Mwahhh," Safia moaned as Bubbles pressed her weight down even harder on her slender body. It seemed that she was the one getting choked (or rather squashed) out, not Bubbles! "T-this isn't fair!" Safia gasped, protesting now that she realize she was losing this round badly. Not that Bubbles seemed to care considering how she was actively pushing down to squash her.

Safia’s grip was more of just her weakly clinging at this point. A strong yank proved enough to break the choke, leaving Bubbles's neck unconstricted and Safia’s arm firmly in her opponent's grasp. Her legs still remained around Bubbles's waist, but Safia was barely holding on. With nowhere to move and no escape, all Safia could do was try to suck in what little air she could to remain conscious!

And there went the grip. So much for that.

Bubbles held Safia’s arms tight and reached to her sides, pinning both arms hard to the floor, keeping her trapped with her arms on top of the heavy weight pressing into her chest. That meant that only Safia’s lower body was free now, and the Virgin Killer had a little something to take care of that, too.

”She’s not wrong, you know.” Mariah sighed and looked down at Safia with a pout, sympathy etched into her features. She’d been in a similar position. ”It’s not fair.”

”Maybe.” Bubbles rolled her shoulder, wiggling them against her foe’s breasts, mashing them about. ”Let’s see if I can make it up to her.”

Bubbles dropped her hip into Safia’s lap and easing the tension on her chest, and giving her a much more pleasant trade in return. With slow, subtle turns of the hip, she began to gyrate against her foe’s sex, pressing harended ass into it and beginning a slow, sensual grind. Back and forth, side to side, around and around...

Finally Safia was allowed to breathe properly. She sucked in air, clearing her head and getting some energy back in her arms and legs. Bubbles already had her arms tightly pinned by her sides, so Safia wasn't going to be able to move those around. But her legs were still free. If she just could push Bubbles away, she might have enough room to break out!

But Bubbles had a different plan. Safia gasped when she felt something smooth but rock hard rub against her sex, her face blushing as her still very wet and overestimated clit got squashed against her public bone. "O-ohhh," Safia moaned, her eyes rolling from the pleasure. Her legs loosened and slipped to Bubbles's sides, opening her up completely to the hot lapdance Bubbles gave her.

"Nooo~," Safia moaned. She wasn't struggling though. Rather, it seemed like she was really getting into it, as she began gyrating her own hips gently to match Bubbles's movements.

Bubbles was definitely getting into the moment, gyrating her hips with practised. The secret, in her mind, was to constantly vary the pleasure up, never let Safia get used to any particular rhythm. Something she would grind hard and slow, smashing Safia’s hips into the floor. Other times, she would break up with teasing pops, filling the room with the sound of smacking flesh as she slapped their hips together.

This was fun.

In fact, this was too fun.

As much as Bubbles loved this, it was still a match, and one she wanted to win so she could reap the hefty rewards. Which meant that she would likely have to do something she rarely did, something she was averse to, something that spoke against her very being.

She stopped.

Right in the middle of a thrust, she stopped dead. Oh, she kept laying on top of Safia, didn’t want to give up the skin contact, but she stopped playing any real role in Safia’s pleasure. Instead, she turned her head and looked at her foe from the corner of her eyes, letting her see half of a devilish smirk.

”Want more?” She smacked her lips and gave Safia a single, teasing thrust. ”Give in. Tell me I’m your goddess.”

Safia moaned, shaking her head to try and resist the pleasure Bubbles's butt was inflicting upon her. She did not want to cum again, not so soon after being smothered out and forced to cum once already. Her body had been through a lot this match, and though she knew she could keep on going she wasn't going to last long like this. And she especially did not want to cum from a lap dance!

Then Bubbles stopped. "No!" Safia gasped. Her body shivered and twitched as the pleasure stopped so suddenly. She took a few deep breaths, trying to stabalize her heartbeat and lower her levels of arousal.

"You're... Not my goddess!" Safia said. With that, she gathered all her strength to try and rip her hands out of Bubbles's grasp, pulling using all her strength. If she is successful, she would roll backwards to try and put some distance between her and Bubbles.