Belinda Northman Vs. Natasha Loclear - Maple Syrup Pit Match

Belinda and Natasha were getting down and dirty now it seemed, as they rolled around in the maple syrup. The young blond struggled against her blue haired opponent, she had managed to get on top of her and was now working to pin Natasha down against the syrup.

Yet as she was doing so, it seemed as if Natasha had a plan of her own, one that also involved a fair bit of hair pulling, as her hands came up and grabbed onto that syrup covered blond hair of the Swede, pulling and forcing Belinda's face down into between those syrupy tits.

" Mmph..." Belinda let out a muffled groaned into them, her hand would keep tight hold of Natasha's blue hair, her other hand would move up to grab at Natasha's face, pushing against that cheek as she tried to push Natasha's head and pull it away. Trying to struggle her way free from the Breast Smother.

Natasha felt right at home with the cute blonde's face buried against her tits and with the syrup all over them both, plus with her and Belinda topless this was really starting to feel like a hentai match. She could have done without the hair pulling, the hentai division wasn't the catfight division after all, but when one's options were limited you simply had to make due with what was availible to you and in this case it had been Natasha's hair. The pain in her scalp wasn't by any means light and she didn't even want to think about the damage being done to her famous blue locks but Natasha managed to get Belinda back with some hair pulling of her own. Though Belinda didn't seem too fond of having her golden hair used against her as she shoved her hand blindly up into the blunette's face.

She turned her head to present a cheek to those groping fingers rather than her mouth or eyes, not wanting to end up with an errant finger to the eye anytime soon. While eventually Belinda would pass out against Natasha's chest it would take time and Natasha wasn't going to risk waiting however long it would take. Pushing against the floor with one of her feet Natasha would abruptly switch from pulling down on Belinda's head to yanking it to the side, twisting her body to roll them onto their sides where she would bring her other leg up to try and kick the blonde away from her.

Belinda's face was pressed deeply into Natasha's large rack, her body shifting and struggling, though with how thick and sticky the syrup was that was not the most pleasant feeling...she pushed and struggled, yanking on Natasha's blue hair and pressing her hand against Natasha's face. She would force her head out of that rack little by little until Natasha decided to kick her off.

The sticky maple syrup acting as the mildest of adhesives and there was a light ripping sound as syrup ripped off of syrup from their flesh. Belinda was forced away and rolled a bit in the goop...enough away to push up to her hands and knees and pant out. She would cough and try and gather her breath as she pushed up towards her knees and gave a light glare towards Natasha. " Oh you're going to pay for that." The blond let out, her tone still rather friendly as a slight smile was on her face.

It wasn't a clean break but when wrestling about in maple syrup what else was one to expect? As their bodies were forced apart Natasha felt a tug on her bikini bottoms and for a moment she believed Belinda was being naughtier than she had let herself on to be, only to realize it was the syrup trying to keep them stuck together. Her hopes dashed Natasha kept on rolling until there was a good bit of space between the two of them, ending up on her front she pried herself up out of the syrup and settled on her knees with her hands resting on her hips.

After taking a couple deep breaths Natasha looked over to Belinda who was in much the same boat as she was, with the woman's next comment piquing her interest. "Oh am I now? I wonder how exactly you intend to make me pay, choose the right words and I might just let you." Natasha was fairly certain Belinda wouldn't repay her with a breast smother of her own, though she didn't really know her that well so who was to say?

Natasha pushed herself back up onto her feet and waited for Belinda to either do the same or start coming her way while still on her knees, either way she would then start circling to the left just quickly enough to keep pace with the blonde. "You're rather slippery you know that? Even with all this syrup no less, color me impressed." Natasha remained as flirty as ever, the two of them keeping the tone of the match friendly even then. "I've quite enjoyed this Belinda, please give me more."

The two beauties on their knees, having separated a bit from one another, the blond would see Natasha speak as she had her hands on her hips, the blond would shake her head a little and crack her neck by bringing it to the side. After a few more seconds the blond would rise up towards her feet with her arms ready.

She'd start to circle to the right as she would keep pace with the blue haired woman, " You're one to talk." Belinda responded to her comment, the blond would suddenly lunge in right after Natasha asked her to give her more. Trying to duck in and grab at Natasha's legs, going low as she would try and yank those feet right out from under Natasha and try to bring the blunette down onto her back.

From there, Belinda would try and leap up on top of Natasha and try to straddle her. Seeking to grab a hold of Natasha's wrists to pin them down over her head. The blond would nod her head, " Oh, I'll give you more...like I said, you'll pay." Belinda said as she would try and lean down and press her bare, maple syrup covered breasts right down on Natasha's head.

If there was one thing Natasha could say about this match it was that it didn't lack for surprises, a majority of them coming from Belinda herself. There was this image of the younger Northman she had carried in her head for a long time but in many ways it paled in comparison with the genuine article. Perhaps the Belinda she had imagined was a younger one and she had changed over the years, or she had simply been wrong from the start, but either way she was pleased with the Belinda she had gotten in this rather sticky match. She had even gotten her wish when it came to seeing the naked chest of this particular Northman, genetics seemed to be on the side of that family's women that was for certain.

Natasha was of a one track mind at that moment and laid out some bait she hoped Belinda would go right after. The plan was successful as the blonde came right for her but she hadn't laid a trap yet to go along with said bait, ending up on her back yet again with Belinda on top and looking like she had revenge in mind.

"Taking requests I see!" She teased the Northman right before the woman's more than modest breasts descended upon her face, the syrup making the affair stickier than she would have liked but otherwise Natasha had gotten her wish, Belinda's mounds were being smashed down against her face, now she just had to endure. First off Natasha thought to test Belinda's flexibility, grapevining their legs together the quite flexible Frencheoman started to force their legs further and further apart...seeing just how close to a near split she could push the blonde's legs. This meant all of their bodies were rubbing together but surely Belinda wouldn't be too distracted by that. Meanwhile Natasha struggled to get one of her wrists free along with making muffled sounds against the rack smothering her as she moved her face around.

Belinda got on top of Natasha as she managed to shove the blue haired wrestler down by tackling her into the goop. Belinda didn't waste much time in locking in a bit of payback on Natasha as she pinned down wrists down firmly against the syrup and then shoved her impressive bare rack down into Natasha's face.

Smothering her out with those syrup covered tits of hers, when she felt Natasha wrap her legs around hers and start to spread them out, she would of course fight against it, trying to pull them together again, but the strain was more than just a little painful, it caused her to wince out.

Still she remained fighting, when Natasha began to wiggle her arms like that, Belinda would try and stretch those arms upwards and try and pin those arms straight and down against the syrup, shoving her chest further down into Natasha's beautiful face.

Natasha suspected Belinda was enjoying shoving her tits all over the blunette's face a little too much, but who was she to judge especially when she wasn't exactly displeased by her current predicament either. Despite having a great pair such as Belinda possessed rubbing over her face being a hobby of her's Natasha couldn't last too long underneath them, not if she wanted to remain conscious that was. However her efforts to get an arm free were quickly shut down as Belinda dragged her wrists upward to pin them up high above her head, Natasha tugged against that grip Belinda had on them but to little effect, meaning she had to look elsewhere for escape.

Her legs were at least making some progress though and while the blonde was resisting her Natasha felt confident in the strength of her legs. She hadn't spent all those years working on her flexibility for nothing after all. Slowly but surely she would spread Belinda's legs further, she could go into a full split but could the Northman? She was intent on finding out and while Natasha was fighting with her legs the Frenchwoman couldn't resist flicking her tongue along the naked breast being dragged against her face, just for a small taste of the syrup.

While Belinda might have the upperhand with their upperbody's she didn't have the same luck when it came to their lower frames. As Natasha's legs were strong and their position allowed them to get a bit more leverage in pulling off that grapevine. Belinda's legs were far from weak and could probably give Natasha's a run for their money in any other position.

Though Belinda didn't have much trouble keeping those wrists of Natasha down against maple syrup. She would press her breasts down as well, keeping those maple covered breasts rubbing and smothering out Natasha's syrup covered face. Though when she felt a soft lick from Natasha, the blond would yelp out a bit...a faint blush on her face, but she didn't give up or weaken her breast smother, even if she had to wince from the strain in her legs.

When the breast smothering did not relent after the first lick Natasha's curiosity got the better of her, wondering if the woman had even felt it she licked a few more times along the syrupy mound, turning her head to flick her tongue across one of Belinda's nipples to make sure she felt that one. She might have heard the woman's yelp but with how loud the crowd was being at the turn of events inside the ring Belinda would have to be quite a bit louder than that to get through to Natasha.

She had other problems however, chief amongst them being the lack of air underneath the Swede's chest. She was no stranger to this method of submission but that didn't mean she could hold her breath for too long. Their legs were stretched out to either side of them, at least she had been successful in that, but Natasha had to untangle their limbs soon if she was to try and escape. Natasha went from pulling their legs apart to snapping them shut instead, untangling their legs so she could wrap her left one over the back of Belinda's knees to keep them together, all so she could plant her right foot and shove without Belinda interfering down below. She lifted her right shoulder as well, twisting her body in a bid to roll them over so she culd catch a breath.