Belinda Northman Vs. Natasha Loclear - Maple Syrup Pit Match

Belinda had managed to turn things around after Natasha's huge breasts, gave her own impressive pair a good run for her actually managing to use her skills in tit fighting to outmatch Belinda for the moment, as she forced the Swede to use clever maneuvers to bring Natasha down onto her back.

Thinking she had gained back control though, was the wrong move for the Swede. As the French beauties legs snapped shut around her waist as she would be locked into a waist scissor. The sudden pressure of those strong legs caught Belinda off guard, as then those arms wrapped around her frame, pulling Belinda down and smashing their tits together again. " Uunh..." Belinda grunted out, glaring down into Natasha's eyes. Determined not to lose out in this struggle.

She'd aim to bring her hands up, placing one on the face of Natasha to try and push her foe away, the other hand going to Natasha's luxury blue hair to try and pull her away.

Natasha had lost count of how many times either of them had managed to trap the other but once again it was her turn to wear down the lovely blonde, impressing upon Belinda just how powerful her legs were in particular, the long and shapely limbs constricting around the woman's waist like a boa who had found delicious prey. And delicious Belinda was, the bonus of this full body hold was that Natasha got to return right back to grinding chest to chest with her opponent and she was quite enjoying the sensation of their full breasts mashing together in a lovely dance that she hoped would help keep Belinda from focusing her thoughts. This wasn't a hentai match but that didn't mean all of Natasha's strategies for them were without merit here.

For her part Belinda wasn't just laying still, she was quick to get her hands up in Natasha's face and even tugged on her hair to try and dislodge her. "I'm not letting you go that easily, not when I've finally got my legs around you." She managed to say somehow despite the hand pushing against her jaw and cheeks, some of the words muffled but she got her point across. Her options were limited however when it came to dealing with Belinda's hands, forcing her to redirect one of her arms to pulling on Belinda's hair instead, tugging her face down into her syrupy shoulder.

Belinda groaned out as she continued to struggle with Natasha, her position wasn't exactly great right now as those strong legs continued to squeeze against her waist, she felt her blue haired opponent's hands upon her hair, pulling on that short blond mane to get her down further towards the blue haired woman.

The Swede's chin was forced over Natasha's shoulder and closer to the syrup, but the Swede got another idea. Her hands would stop pushing at Natasha's head, instead she sought to pull the woman's head in under her right armpit. Looking to wrap her arm around it and lock in a guillotine choke. putting a tight squeeze on Natasha's neck and trying to restrict her breathing.

The blond would then shift her legs, trying to press her knees into the syrup and start to push up! Seeking to lift the pair up as Belinda tried to get up onto her feet, looking to carry Natasha up in that position she was in and then aim to throw herself backwards and drive Natasha's head straight into the syrup and the floor beneath for a Cradle DDT!

Feeling her head being tugged beneath the blonde's armpit Natasha left one hand to keep the woman's chin tucked against her shoulder, a little deterrant for any slams Belinda might have had in mind for her. Even as she was being slowly lifted up out of the syrup, an impressive feat of strength for the slimmer Northman sister, Natasha kept her legs securely fastened around the other woman's waist, not making breathing any easier for her while the blunette used her one free hand to ball it into a tight fist and pound away at Belinda's ribs, just above Natasha's own legs. Warm syrup dripped down along their bodies as Belinda brought Natasha off the mat and while she had ideas of how to turn this situation into a favorable one for herself Natasha never got the chance before Belinda did the simplest thing possible. She fell backwards.

The top of Natasha's head first met the layer of syrup, but rather than thick as it had been when they started it had heated up and thinned out somewhat, meaning her head smacked against the floor of the pit rather hard! She let out an audible groan, legs loosening but not outright unwrapping from around Belinda. Her hands moved on their own accord to Belinda's chest, pushing weakly against the woman's tits as if to try and sit up but she wasn't going anywhere just yet.

Lifting Natasha while she was crushing her waist with those powerful legs of hers wasn't an easy task, but the Swede did so regardless, pushing through the pain as she got to her feet and then....threw herself backwards, spiking that head of the blue haired beauty into the honey and the floor of the pit they were wrestling in.

She would feel the pressure on her waist let up and she would feel how Natasha was trying to push herself up. The Swede though had different plans, releasing a soft groan she would try and roll them over. If Natasha wanted to keep her legs around Belinda's waist, then the Swede had a different plan in mind. As she would start to push up, keeping Natasha's head under her armpit.

She would move her head backwards so it wasn't resting on the blue haired woman's shoulder, before she'd try and grab Natasha's arm and pull it in behind her back for a hammerlock position. One arm around her head, keeping it under her armpit, the other pulling Natasha's arm into a hammerlock position as she held her up. She would take a deep breath, before trying to drop down onto her ass and slam Natasha's into the pit floor. Trying to hit her with a nasty Barbie Crusher and send a massive jolt of pain up her spine!

It wasn't that Natasha wanted to keep her legs around Belinda's waist, her body was just on auto pilot after having her head so abruptly reintroduced to the floor so her legs simply continued the last command they had been given. She was hanging onto Belinda, simply along for the ride as the blonde first rolled them over which gave Natasha yet another coating of syrup before she felt herself being slowly dragged back into the air. Even groggy as she was Natasha's mind was working even if the only sounds coming from her were groans for the moment, her body having gone limp she was making sure not to present the other woman with any sort of resistance, while also putting all the work on hoisting her up on the blonde alone.

However she didn't have long to get the gears turning in her head as Belinda didn't take much time in hooking Natasha's arm behind her back once she was back on her feet. Feeling the woman beginning to move Natasha had to react quickly if she wanted to avoid another rough landing that is.

Her legs slid down from around Belinda's waist to plant both feet back on the mat, her right arm slipping between Belinda's legs and grabbing holding of her just above the woman's butt. It wasn't enough just to make herself more difficult to lift however so she tried to trade one drop in for another, letting her legs do the lifting as she went to scoop Belinda up into the air before falling sideways to drop the blonde down onto her side where Natasha's head was not.

Belinda began to haul Natasha up, having her trapped in a position which she wanted to nail Natasha in, looking to go for that Guillotine drop, with those legs of Natasha around her waist and that head trapped in under her right armpit, it looked as if she was going to be able to do so as she carried Natasha up into the air as she got up to her feet.

Though it didn't take long before Natasha's legs started to leave her waist, recovering a lot quicker than Belinda had anticipated. As her arms soon slipped in between Belinda's legs, grabbing firmly onto the blond's rear which caused her to yelp out a little, she would shake her head as she was then lifted up off of her feet and tossed onto her side.

The two women being dropped down onto the side in a heap as the blond refused to let go of that head of Natasha's.

A sideways drop and Natasha found herself in a position that wasn't too improved from her previous one though she wasn't about to be slammed down head first to the mat so she would count it as a win all the same. That still left her with Belinda's arm wrapped around her head, a problem with no easy solution at this point of the match and while she would prefer a more elegant solution Natasha was simply going to have to fight her way out. "You don't know when to let go I see." She groaned out while trying to get herself on top of Belinda, pushing her over to mount the woman so she could have at least some measure of control over her predicament.

Whether she could secure the mount or not Natasha had to get that arm from around her neck. She would grab at the wrist of the blonde's arm, digging her thumb into the underside of it as she tugged to try and get herself free of the woman's grasp. Her other hand would take hold of one of Belinda's breasts, not so much squeezing it as she was shoving back against it in a bid to force her way to freedom!

Belinda let out an annoyed groan as she was rolled over onto her back by Natasha and then felt the blue haired beauty mount her and pin her down towards the canvas, getting a bit more control over the situation. The blond shook her head a bit as she then felt Natasha grab at her arm and felt her start to pry her arm off of her.

Struggling with Natasha until she felt that hand taking a hold of her breast and began to shove it into Belinda's chest, pushing the blond down against the syrup....

Belinda would grit her teeth, reaching up for a handful of Natasha's hair as she would try and yank on it to try and pull Natasha off of her top position and roll them over. Trying to get back on top, even if it meant losing her current hold of that head.

Natasha hadn't known what to think of Belinda when she first stepped into this pit of syrup beyond what she could infer from the woman's older sister whom she knew quite a bit about, but even then she had been unsure just how similar Belinda was to Cecilia. In terms of style she now knew there was a good bit different and yet Belinda fought with the same stubborness that the other Northman did, making every exchange between them so far a struggle just to stay above water in the match.

That was especially true now for while she was finally making progress in freeing her head from the blonde's control it was a collossal effort that only now, after a side slam and taking the top position to better push against her, was she seeing progress. Inch by inch her head rose while Belinda sank deeper into the maple syrup until Natasha felt a sharp tugging on her blue mane of hair, the frenchwoman letting out a pained hiss through tightly clenched teeth as she got free from the headlock only to be rolled over by her hair! Her first instinct was to keep them rolling to regain her top spot but even as she tried she found she wasn't going anywhere that way.

"Not that I mind you being on top, but in my head it went a little differently." She struggled to get out the words amidst her labored breathing and grunts of effort. Lyanna would then return the favor and reach up to weave her fingers through Belinda's hair, gripping the back of the woman's head she would pull her face down towards Natasha's own syrup drenched breasts for a smothering attempt. It was one of the simplest holds but it would keep Belinda up close at the very least...and give Natasha some small fun as well.