Clyde Gastin Vs. Heather Sunderland - No Holds Barred

Clyde was slumped in the corner but was moments away from getting away from it when he saw Heather come rushing in, full speed and charging before she leaped towards him.

Clyde had no chance and took her black boots right to the chest. "GUHH~!!" Spit flew as his eyes shot wide as he clutched his chest before falling to his ass against the corner, panting heavily as he groaned from the impact, dazed and groaning in the corner with a pair of crossed eyes.

"G-Ghh..."

Heather rolled herself up right after taking Clyde down onto his butt like that, a long breath coming from her mouth. She stood up, basking in the whole reaction that she was getting from the crowd. She grinned as she looked down at him, shruggingto herself a little before making her way over.

"I DO have a nice ass, you're right. I don't think you've worshiped it enough though." Without warning or any sort of taunting or anything, she turned herself around, going to shove her ass into his face, trying to lock him into a stinkface position over her skirt and panties.

Clyde's heart raced as Heather casually made her way over before she teased him some more. He didn't think she was going to do anything at first until she suddenly turned around.

"Heather wa-MMPHH!!" Clyde cried suddenly as his mouth was stuffed by Heather's booty, tasting her ass as he flailed and sucked for air while he pushed at her hips, unable to breathe! As the crowd roared, the cowboy completely humiliated by Heather's stinkface attack!

Heather leaned back fully against the corner, pressing her ass as firmly as she could against his face, letting it engulf his features as much as she could. She let out a long breath, enjoying him crying out beforehand, basking in the position that she had him in as the crowd seemed to approve.

She wiggled her butt back more and more, making sure she was thrusting his head all around ith her movements, sticking her tongue out just slightly. "Ahaha just stay there, you totally know you want to. Stay there and tap out to it, maybe I'll keep it against your face for longer!"

"Mlblblb..H-Hnmmlnnl!!" As Heather leaned back and pressed her ass fully to Clyde's face, his features, his mouth and eyes were completely engulfed by Heather's butt. Her firm, hard press had her booty smushed to his face while she wiggled it around, mushing and thrusting his head in every direction she wiggled around.

The smothering stinkface sent Clyde's brain on a trip as he was unable to breathe see or even think. Every thrust and wiggle had Clyde's face being slapped and smothered all around, leaving him a limp mess in the corner, limply bobbing with as Heather wiggled his head around.

"MHph...Mmhff..Mblblh.."

Heather rocked her body backand forth as she bumped and bounced her butt against his face. She was fully enjoying herself, humming to herself a little as she was just casually smothering him back against the corner.

"Ahahaa you're already done it looks like! What did I sayy" She let out, bringing her hips forward away from him before thrusting them back, trying to slam her butt hard back against his face.

"Mmfff~" Clyde had nothing. He couldnt resist against Heather as she began to bounce and rock her butt all over his face, his own frame just twitching as she dominated him in the corner, struggling to stay in the match.

But when Heather moved her hips foward, Clyde got his opening as he slumped low, ducking his head to let Heather miss before he quickly stood up, putting his head between Heather's legs and carrying her high up before falling to his ass and grabbing her head, trying to go for a dangerous Electric Chair Driver!

Heather thought she had him easily right now, rubbing and pushing her ass all into her face--but then as she moved forward, she slammed back into nothing but the corner, grunting just a little before she was lifted up like that. Her eyes widened as she was up on his shoulders, her head grabbed a she was bent over right after.

She flailed around a little, stunned at all that was happening as she was suddenly taken down hard into that Electric Chair Driver, her high upperback and neck driven into the mat, nearly knocking her out right there, laying sprawled out on her back if he released her.

Driving Heather into the canvas with the Electric Chair Driver, Clyde fell back immediately after pulling it off, feeling like he preformed a miracle by surviving the match as he saw Heather layed out by the move, even the ref had to check on Heather, thinking the move had KO'd her.

Clyde wasn't done with his foe. He crawled over to her and mounted her, sitting his ass on her breasts before grasping her hair and shoving her face right up against his spandex covered cock, smothering her with his crotch as he pulled on her hair.

"Still think I'm done?" He growled with a smirk, rubbing her face all into his junk with a few tugs of her hair.

Heather just barely was able to wave off the ref as she was being checked if she was out. She felt hr head spinning and her body pulsing in pain, but she was still conscious enough to continue on with the match. She groaned just slightly before Clyde moved in and took a seat on her breasts like that, her eyes widening as he grabbed her by the hair, forcing her face right into the bulge of his crotch.

"Mmphm!?! Mmmph!! MMPH!!" Heather's body writhed and squirmed around beneath him, her legs kicking a bit weakly as her body was still trying to catch up to her mind, her face burning red at the humiliating position she was suddenly in, desperately pushing against his thighs.