A sultry Woman in Red debuts: Lin Tia Vs Andy

Andy is starting to have cold feet about the shocking start of this match as he valiantly struggles, but constantly fails to escape from Lin Tia's enveloping figure four hold around his head, constantly squeezed back into compliance by seductive pulsations of her muscles each time he tries to fight back, until he fears that she will put him to sleep wit just her first move of the match!

"This is not true..! I can't escape... getting weaker... must try...all out... @///@".

..But his arms finally pry apart that snakely leggy vice of hers (or that's what LinTia wants HIM to think), allowing the handsome boy to roll away and get back to his stance.

"Fuu.... that was a good one... but it's my turn now! unhhfh!".
Having got a taste of how dangerous LinTia's legs can be, the young wrestler tries to think strategically as he decides to weaken those sensualy lethal pillars moving forth trying a roundhouse low kick. If delivered, Andy would aim at weaken Lin Tia's calves and hopefully bring her down to the mats. But if she counters, than Andy will probably lose balance and fall down to his knees in front of hers... quite the opposite than he had planned.

It was almost as if Andy was doing everything in his power to be countered by Lin Tia. As his attempt at a roundhouse kick would be met by a quick and power low kick from the busty woman to the leg he was standing on, attempting to knock him down forward onto the canvas suddenly. “Well, it was a fair attempt.”

After he rlittle tease Lin Tia would go down to her knees in front of the boy, grabbing at his head to have him look up to see her smile. “I’m guessing you weren’t a huge fan of being trapped by my legs then. But don’t worry, I know a boy like you will just love this.” And starting one off early, Lin Tia pulled Andy’s handsome face right between her bosom for a seductive breastsmother.

"Ughh-!". Lin Tia's swift counter hit Andy's shin with clockwork precision just when he was the most unbalanced by his own attempt at attacking, thus having the former champ rovinously fall forward, face first!

It was not a rough landing for his face though, as Lin Tia had already moved into a kneeling position to catch his fall.
His face cupped in the palms of her hands, his arms draped over her thighs, Andy didn't need rocket science knowledge to understand his delicate position.
And the busty lady in red immediately confirmed his fears as she tilted his head up and leaned down to engulf his face into the warm, enveloping darkness of her smothering bosom!

"M-mnblubb-mmffhh 0///0". Blubbering and mumbling in smothered distress, the young guy tried to fight it but the awkward position she had put him  granted him little to none leverage, allowing him only to weakly move his head side to side in seek of oxygen.... something that the voluptuous opponent seemed to appreciate very much!

It was a very easy start for Lin Tia, as she already had a move advantage over Andy by a fair amount. And now with him currently struggling between her cleavage, it wouldn’t be a far guess to assume she could easily push it further into an extremely draining breast smother.

“What’s the matter Andy? Shouldn’t a former champ be better at escaping moves like this?” Lin Tia would tease, rubbing the boy’s face into her boobs more as she temporarily pulled him in more, occasionally weakening her hold to give the boy false hope. But this time, she was going to have him in one of her holds for awhile longer to taunt him.

Andy's annoyed and deeply embarrased struggles were visibly making LinTia mischievously cheerful, as the busty lady started to play with her handsome frustrated prisoner, rubbing and rolling his face within her smothering bosom for several seconds, then pulling his face out to tease him a bit while he gasped for much welcome air, then burying him back into her cleavage as she resumed the breastsmothering cuddle.

"Mnnff mfff... g-gasp..! S-Stop it now! I donmnnfff... fuuhh... I-I said.. mmnnghhffhh..mmff @///@".
Well knowing that Andy could not escape from the awkward position of his entrapment (kneeling with his arms hooked over her thighs and his face tilted up to be breastsmothered), Lin Tia was loving the chance to make this bosomy submission into a pattern, letting Andy take a breath from time to time so that she could weaken him for good with this hold.

“Sorry Andy, but you’ll have to break free yourself if you’ll want that.” Lin Tia would say, pressing his face deeper into her bosom for a few seconds to sink in the difference of their advantages. Very little supported Andy outside of potential strength and size, not nearly enough to compensate for Lin Tia’s seductive curves on their own.

And of course there was her process of draining him, slowly working him to a KO with lengthy smothers followed by a moment of rest. But of course that only meant to go right back into her bosom. And when she’d feel the boy come close to the verge of passing out, she’d hug his face as deep into her cleavage as possible, pushing him to the very edge before releasing him, letting him fall to the canvas just hanging onto consciousness.

"Mnnnffh... gasp..! dam-nghhfffhh... fuhh...@///@.. mmnnffhhhhh.. guhh..n-no mor-mnnffhhhhhhh @_@".
Poor Andy lost track of time as Lin Tia kept rolling him into her smothering melons for long seconds (or were they minutes??), only to let him take a very short breather.... then shove him back into her dominant bosom and repeat the process (dozens of times???)

Eventually, a longer, tighter bosomy hug suffocated the former champ into oblivion... or so he thought, feeling his consciousnesss spiraling from the warm, pheromones-filled prison of her cleavage down into the darkness of titsmothered slumberland... when the busty red lady finally decided to graciously let him go, perfectly gauging the moment when Andy was slipping into unconsciousness to drop him down to the mats.

"Guaahhhh.... f-fuuhh..hhhn... w-who...where... @///@".
Easy to predict, poor Andy was now free and saved from a certain KO, but he was obviously not in condition to resume the fight, temporarily reduced into a boob drunk helplessness after such lenghty smother.

With just that one breastsmothering hold, Lin Tia had turned the match into a sweet femdom show where she was in complete control of her supposingly-strong opponent. Starting with the fact that she could leisurely decide what to do next, and Andy was too dazed to stop her.

“Oh, this’ll be fun.” Lin Tia would say to herself, seeing the boy’s complete boob drunken state from her lengthy and effective smother. And of course with the given advantage given to her, she would work on her dominance over him further immediately.

After such an enjoyable hold for the boy, the woman in red would decide to mix in another less than pleasant hold to balance it out for the time being. And so she’d step over him and sit down on his back, pulling his legs up to put him into a Boston Crab. “Up and at them Andy.” She’d taunt, putting pressure on his back, pressing her rear down more on him as she pulled his legs back.

Andy was easily turned around into laying on his belly, unable to contrast Lin Tia's whims in his current woozy state, as the curvy wrestler trapped him into an awkward arched position locking in her submission hold.

Andy groaned and squirmed in discomfort, definitely brought back around by the uncomfortable situation as she sat her plump rear onto the small of his back, taunting him while furtherly pulling his legs to crank up the pressure.
"Uuunhhghh.... d-dam it...."

Having trapped him in yet another hold, Lin Tia would continue her painful lock on him, pulling his legs back as far as his body would allow him while she looked back to him. “So early into the match and you’re already struggling Andy? I would’ve expected more from a former champion such as yourself.”

She’d keep him pulled at his limit for several seconds, wanting him to feel his bending before she would just release him, keeping the move short while still sitting on his back. “Since you don’t quite seem to be in the spirit of things, would you want to just agree to sign the contract now and save yourself more humiliation? Or are we going to give the audience a good show of domination?”