Euro-babes catfight! Yvette vs. Estelle

Yvette could anticipate what Estelle was going to do after reversing their positions. As she expected, her opponent tightened her hold and squeezed down with her body, using her superior weight to press in tightly and crush the air from Yvette's slimmer form. The French girl fought back though, tightening her abs and pushing back against Estelle to keep her from crushing or stretching her too much. But the main course was what was coming next.

"Mmmm!" Yvette let out a muffled cry as Estelle's bountiful chest descended on her face. For such a tall woman, Estelle had a very curvy figure, including two very large and pillow breasts. They were easily able to cover Yvette's face, cutting off her breathing and putting a timer on how long the French girl had to resist.

But Yvette didn't panic, she anticipated this was going to happen after all. The French girl opened her mouth, first letting her tongue out to lick at Estelle's breasts, teasing her for a moment, before shifting her face to seek out Estelle's nipples. They were still covered by her bra, but Yvette was sure she could find one. Once she did, she would take that into her mouth and give it a hard suck. No doubt that would give Estelle a little surprise, perhaps enough for force her to raise her body up and break the smother for a moment.

Estelle had always liked being on bottom when dealing with her lovers. It could be seen as a position of submittance, but with the proper technique one could get to use the effect of the gravity on the partner’s body in own advantage, but for that moment, when Yvette wasn’t a lover but a rival to overcome, being on top was a much more interesting option. Estelle knew that as she switched positions with her rival, making the French suffer a reversal in her grapevine as she squeezed harder.

The Swiss could notice how her rival was bracing for some pain, tensing her abs muscles in a motion that awakened some lust within her. Yvette had a quite wonderful body, and even if the French’s frame wasn’t that muscular the way her abdomen tensed made Estelle shiver in anticipation and sad for what has become what should have been a sensual struggle.

Not wanting to give up her advantageous position Estelle leaned in for some breast smother aiming to make Yvette a much tamer rival by cutting her air supply. However, their match was going to be one of the body, the willpower and also the mind, and whoever jumped quick into whatever strategy could look good was going to have a bad time. Knowing really well how to react when subjected top a smother, Yvette quickly put her tongue to use, and what a nimble one it was. At first Estelle was able to withstand the very first brushes against her mounds without much difficulty, Yvette’s tongue leaving a trace of saliva all around them, but when Yvette found the Swiss’ nipple and gave it a hard suck things changed.

As her nipple became erect thanks to Yvette’s treatment Estelle realized the tide was changing once more and that the current situation was unsustainable for her. Deciding to retake control of the match, Estelle repositioned her hands in a way that she only needed one of them to properly lock both of Yvette’s arms over her head. Now that she had a free hand the Swiss would trail down as her nipple was worked over and she bit her lips so she wouldn’t let out but a faded moan. Her hand would go down just at Yvette’s covered womanhood, teasing with her slim and soft fingers from the other side of the lingerie fabric, expecting to awake what was below...

Yvette had only a faint idea of what Estelle was doing, as her vision was still blocked by the two hanging orbs mashed into her face. She was able to snag a bit of air from Estelle shifting around, and felt her hands being gripped by one arm now instead of two. But she had no idea what Estelle planned to do with her free hand until she felt it brush up against her open and very much exposed crotch.

"Oh!" Yvette made a muffled gasp. She wanted to comment, but with her mouth still full of Estelle's titty she couldn't make any witty remarks. There was little she could do against her opponent rubbing her barely covered sex, as Estelle's long legs were more than strong enough to keep her own apart, leaving her sex wide open for exploitation.

But with only one hand holding both her wrists, Yvette thought she had another way out. The French girl squirmed, pushing with her legs first as Estelle rubbed her pussy, sending stimulating jolts of pleasure through her body. The leg movement was only a distraction though, as freeing her arms was Yvette's real goal. Yvette jerked both her wrists out to either side, hoping that would break Estelle's grip and free up at least one of her arms. With her free hand the French girl would reach behind Estelle's back and grab the Swiss beauty's red bra, pulling hard to make the clasp snap and free up those bountiful breasts. Yvette wanted her tongue to lick Estelle's hardened nipple directly, just lapping at fabric wasn't nearly enough!

From the very beginning of the match both women had tried to show her best. The two of them came from a heated argument and had a lot to prove to the other. Estelle had offended Yvette’s pride in certain way she wasn’t sure to understand, and the French had underestimated the Swiss’ bigger experience. Now they had a much more than suitable way of setting things right while showing who had the will to outlast the other.The match had quickly escalated from a simple bout to some clash of sensual prowess and endurance.

Even with Yvette having a taste at Estelle’s mounds, the brunette was still confident in having the upper hand as every move Yvette has taken had been countered by some action of her own. When Yvette locked a grapevine hold Estelle reversed it. Then, when she licked her breasts Estelle found a way to the French’s womanhood, teasing the prized part from behind the lingerie.

Now it was Yvette’s turn to try and get the upper hand. Jerking her arms she managed to get her hands free, and after that she began working on Estelle’s back to unclasp her bra. The Swiss couldn’t do anything to try and stop her since she was quite busy, but from her position she could only try moving forwards. If her rival wanted to raise the stakes she wouldn’t chicken out. She had to be one step in ahead of her rival, and in order to get that done there was only one thing she could do. With nimble agility her fingers slipped past the woman’s lingerie to start working on those soft and now damp lips before inserting two digits inside her womanhood.

Yvette struggled for a moment with the bra clasp holding Estelle's top together. Busty women always had such troublesome bras, and Estelle's was no exception. It didn't help that Estelle's other hand pawed at her sex, stimulating it through the thin lace. Then the Swiss beauty deftly pulled her panties aside and inserted two long fingers directly into Yvette's already damp sex!

"Oh !" Yvette gasped. Her hand finally undidbthe bra clasp, but she didn't have time to pull the bra aside. That would have to be dealt with later. Yvette quickly brought her hand down, grabbing Estelle's hand by the wrist to prevent her from fingerling her any deeper.

"C'est trop tôt pour ça," Yvette admonished Estelle for moving too quickly. Her grip on her opponent's wrist was tight, forcing her hand back and pulling those offending fingers out from her pussy.

Yvette then bucked upwards, trying to use the strength on her legs and hips to push Estelle off balance. With the hand she used to grip Estelle's wrist, the French girl pushed up on Estelle's arm, trying to force the Swiss beauty to flip over and reverse their positions again! Once she was on top, Yvette would attempt to pin both Estelle's arms above her head once more and try to reassert her grapevine by forcing the Swiss beauty's long legs apart!

Estelle wasn’t completely satisfied with how quickly the match’s tone was escalating but there was nothing she could do about it but try to keep going. From the very beginning Yvette had tried a very dominant approach and in order to submit the Swiss to her will just from the start, but she was just going to find out that Estelle’s fighting spirit was something more complicated to overcome, even much more in that match in which somehow her pride was at stake. That was why with every move Yvette devised Estelle could only reply with some counter of her own, situation escalating quickly to the point the Swiss was smothering her rival with her breasts as she made her way inside Yvette’s womanhood with her fists.

But Estelle wouldn’t get to feel those soft and wet slick inner folds for much longer, as Yvette wasn’t quite happy with how quick things were going and she went to stop Estelle with a powerful grip to the Swiss’ hand as she scolded her rival. “Mais je pensais que tu voulais te sentir bien... ” , Estelle whispered with a pouter tone as she was stopped on her tracks. The French would’t fall for Estelle’s ruse as she would apply force and once more rolled over, reversing their positions.

As Estelle felt her body rolling and switching places her unclasped bra just flew away, popping her generous breasts. With a groan of disatisfaction Estelle realized how the tables were turn on her once more as Yvette stretched the Swiss’ long legs in a grapevine once more. But Estelle had learnt something from her previous exchange and it was that mayve Yvette wasn’t that confident on her sensual strikes and that was why she was trying the more dominant approach. In order to achieve victory Estelle had to do what she did best. Licking her lips she tried leaning upwards for some tender kissing on Yvette’s neck, her body still in distress from the grapevine, but trying her best to put an end to that in a pleasant for everyone way.

Yvette's main goal after flipping her and Estelle over was to get at the Swiss beauty's breasts directly with her mouth, a toast made much easier by how the Swiss beauty's bra fell away during their struggle. She had Estelle firmly in her grasp once more, and though the Swiss beauty kissed at the nape of her neck, Yvette wasn't letting herself be distracted from the real prize, that being Estelle's large and perky breasts.

The French girl eagerly latched on to Estelle's tit the second she felt she had a firm hold on the Swiss beauty. She began to suck and lick at Estelle's teat, gently nibbling it between her teeth to add slight pain to the pleasure. Yvette's smaller chest and slim body type made her quite jealous of girls with big busts like Estelle, and she wanted to make sure Estelle knew that having big breasts could put her at a disadvantage!

After a moment of hard sucking, Yvette raised her head, Estelle's teat popping out of her mouth. "What's the matter? Can't reverse the hold again?" Yvette taunted before lowering her head and sucking on Estelle's other teat. Even if Estelle managed to turn them over once more, Yvette felt like she was in the lead and had an advantage, as Estelle's breasts were exposed and wide open to all sorts of attacks!

What at first seemed like a minor setback had become a much more crucial event in the match for Estelle. When at first her bra was unclasped but remained on it could have been as a fun development in the match, but the moment Yvette made them roll over and switch positions once more Estelle’s breasts popped free and it became a quite troublesome thing since Yvette looked so obsessed with them! The French look at those generous tits like she was somehow a little bit jealous of the Scarlet Rose, and that only fueled her drive as she leaned in and took one of her breasts in her mouth.

Estelle tried her best to remain composed and calm, closing her eyes and biting her lips at the sudden treatment she was getting. Yvette was good, really good. After just some seconds taking good care of Estelle’s breasts the Swiss got the goosebumps and her nipples stood to attention, but things wouldn’t end there. “D-damn… uunnhh” Even if she was feeling a little bit distressed and pained about the grapevine hold, Estelle trusted her endurance, her libido rousing but still under control. Unable to escape, she mustered all her sensual resistance to survive this until she could find an opening in Yvette’s defenses.

Things changed when Yvette dedicated herself further to Estelle’s breasts, licking, brushing and nibbing all of them from the mound to the nipple. She was that good that after some time Estelle’s eyes went wide open and her mouth also opened in a silent O shape as her breasts started letting some small trace of milk let out. “Aaaahnnnnn Haaaah U-uuuuuhhhnn??” It was the first time in Estelle’s life she had been submitted to a nipple stimulation so good that it made her lactate, and it felt just too good for her to handle. Her eyes fluttered and her fingers curled while she wimpered and moaned uncontrollably, a damp spot forming on her red bikini bottom. This was bad, now she didn’t have any escaping option, and Yvette would surely keep the pressure going.

With the sounds Estelle was making, Yvette knew her expert nipple stimulation was working. What she didn't expect was the slightly sweet fluid that she began to taste each time her tongue licked the tip of Estelle's nipple. Curious as to what it was, Yvette gave Estelle's teat a hard suck, and was rewarded by a small jet of milk shooting out into her mouth! The French girl let out a small moan of delight, eager to show off and tease her opponent to humiliate her.

Yvette popped her head up, letting a little bit of milk drip from her mouth. Estelle's nipple was still leaking a little bit, droplets of white milk running down the sides of her breast. Keeping her mouth shut, the French girl moved up slightly, then locked lips with Estelle to deliver a milk-filled kiss. She purposefully tried to push the milk she held in her mouth into Estelle's to make the Swiss beauty have a taste!

Then Yvette broke the kiss. She turned to look at Asaki, who was craning her neck, trying to see what was happening. "She's lactating!" Yvette said, lifting and turning her body a little bit to reveal Estelle's milk-covered breast. Asaki's eyes widened when she saw that, a slight blush creeping onto her face.

"Oh how erotic!" the pinkette nurse exclaimed. She was already starting to feel aroused from seeing the two hot Euro-babes rolling around, seeing Estelle lactating was so hot it made Asaki instantly wet! She couldn't help but touch herself, one hand reaching down to gently rub her crotch through her panties, the other cupping her breast and squeezing as she imagined how it felt to leak milk!

It happened so quick that it shocked Estelle beyond words. One second she was on the match, fighting to get the upper hand. The next one she was on a pinch, but still there, proudly trying her best to overcome her rival. Then this feeling she had never experienced rushed her body as her breasts started timidly letting milk out of them. It was a really weird sensation, but it also felt great to her. In fact, it was feeling so great that Estelle's mind started feeling hazy and her body didn't respond properly, rendering her completely unable to pose any kind of resistance as she moaned desperatedly, her eyes almost rolled up her skull as she could feel herself losing it.

When Yvette retreated from her tit Estelle could see for the first time that small trail of milk going down her breast, the drops tickling her skin as it coursed down to her stomach. She looked at it confused while in the mist of pleasure, wondering how could something like that feel so good. It was a strange and new sensation to her since she had never got her breasts so stimulated she would lactate, but the feeling had that mix of weirdness and pleasure that made her shiver in pleasure and lose her mind.

Yvette used the fact that Estelle didn't pose a threat to further tease her, using some time to show Asaki how milk was coming out of her breasts. Even the referee and nurse saw that as an exciting and hot thing as she started rubbing her panties. That only made Estelle feel hotter, somehow feeling aroused by being seen like that. A part of her wanted to turn the tables once more, but another new, unknown part of her up until that moment, wanted Yvette to keep milking her, making her a slave to her will. And for now that part of Estelle was in control.