Euro-babes catfight! Yvette vs. Estelle

Yvette gloated only for a moment, as she knew that she shouldn't leave her opponent alone for long. But Estelle wasn't really fighting back, seemingly in shock due to her breasts lactating. The French girl realized this was probably the first time it happened to the Swiss beauty, and she definitely wasn't mentally prepared for it. That made Yvette's smile widen even more.

"Oho? Do you like it Estelle?" Yvette taunted as she leaned down and began sucking again. Estelle was only leaking from one breast, so the French girl decided to go after the other, teasing and nibbling on her nipple to get her other teat to start leaking as well. The French girl felt extremely confident, so much so that she did what Estelle did before, shifting the grip of her hands to hold both of Estelle's wrists with only one, freeing up her other hand. With that free hand, Yvette reached down and cupped Estelle's breasts, gently squeezing it to make sure that milk kept on leaking out all over her mammaires. Yvette was counting on Estelle being too distracted by the good feeling from her boobs to fight back!

Asaki meanwhile had come up close to the two tangled European beauties, kneeling down right beside Estelle to get a closer look. "Aww... I want a taste too!" she complained, pouting slightly, "Estelle, do you want to give up? If you do I promise both Yvette and I will treat you well!"

Estelle was in shock because of how her body was feeling at the lactating sensation. In all her career as a sensual wrestler and in all her love life she had never found a woman capable of working on her breasts like that, and that was why she was experiencing lactating for the first time. Estelle’s mounds were generous and big, and it was as if they were made for that, no wonder she got to lactate after some good nipple stimulation.

When Yvette leaned in for a kiss the least Estelle was expecting was to find her mouth full of her own milk. It tasted bitter and thick, and since she wasn’t expecting that her gagging reflex acted and she coughed as she choked on the liquid. As the milk came out pathetically and coursed over her body Estelle whimpered at the treatment her breasts were taking.

Estelle’s mind was feeling hazy, the Swiss becoming more and more lightheaded from the arousal she was getting out of the milking session. On her red bikini a damp stain could be seen now without any kind of effort, and poor Estelle felt herself so close to falling prey to lust and surrendering herself, but then she heard Yvette and Asaki teasing her. This was just what both of them wanted, breaking someone who looked superior in experience and skill. All that had been orchestrated by the two friends to make her look weak. Of course losing wasn’t something that would ruin her, but doing it in those terms… she didn’t want that. Some resistance was in order, so slowly and in between moans Estelle managed to start writhing again in the hold. She wouldn’t go down that easily. If she was to lose that night she would do it proudly, making a stand. “N-never!” she said as only response to Asaki’s offer of surrender.

As Estelle began writhing beneath her, trying to push out, Yvette tightened her hold around Estelle's legs to make sure she wasn't going to reverse the hold as easily as before. To do so, Yvette forced her legs farther apart, giving Estelle's crotch area a nice big stretch. The French girl was confident in her own flexibility, and she wondered just how long Estelle would be able to take it. Meanwhile she still both of Estelle's wrists down with one hand, her other busy squeezing the milk out of Estelle's breasts, moving from one to the other and focusing on stimulating the nipple through pinching and pulling.

Asaki smiled at Estelle's defiance. "That's good! It would suck if you submitted so quickly," the pinkette nurse said. She toon a few steps back, giving the two entangled women room to keep on fighting.

"So you've chosen more milking," Yvette said. She was less happy about Estelle not submitting, as it meant she would have to fight her longer. The French girl decided to up the ante a little bit. Grabbing Estelle's tit in her hand, she gave it a powerful squeeze from the base, curling her fingers and digging in to the breast flesh. Her goal was to squeeze the milk out of Estelle in a powerful spurt, which would add both intense pleasure and pain to the predicament that Estelle found herself in!

As much as Estelle wanted to look sharp and resolved and try to turn the tables on this match, her situation was dire as she was facing some feeling she had never experienced before. Lactating was something new for her and it mixed a little bit of pain with pleasure in a way that rendered her unable to retaliate for some time. Being locked in a more than decent grapevine didn’t help, and it was also devastating for her morale seeing Asaki choosing sides like that and supporting her rival in the way she did. Estelle was alone, all odds against her and her willpower almost broken.

No, she wouldn’t go down like that. She wouldn’t give in so easily, no matter how hard the punishment Yvette subjected her to. And the French was just at it when she got a hold on one of Estelle’s breasts and mashed it all the way in order to make the milk spurt out of her. “Uuuuhhnn!!” Estelle’s reserves of milk were depleting and pain was taking over the pleasure. That acted as a wake up call for the Swiss, who started writhing heavily. She knew that the grapevine hold would be difficult to break since her legs were tightly locked, but her bucking would try to get her hands free to start making a comeback from there. As she did that Estelle groaned in pain as her breasts kept being mashed, some reddening taking her mounds as they were having a rough day.

It seemed that despite the milking Estelle still had quite a bit of fight left in her as she wrenched her arms and forcefully tore her wrists from Yvette's grasp. The French girl clicked her tongue in frustration, having barely held on to her grip on Estelle's legs through the rough bucking. But she was still on top, and still had the advantage over her Swiss opponent.

And with both her hands free, Yvette could begin a much more aggressive assault on Estelle's breasts. The French girl immediately grabbed onto both of Estelle's boobs from the sides, mashing them together roughly. "No no, you're not getting away until I say so!" Yvette said, squeezing both breasts together to get them to both start leaking milk at the same time. Yvette even dug her fingertips into Estelle's boobs, adding to the pressure and forcing more milk to shoot out in little jets!

"Uwahaaa, that's so hot!" Asaki commented as she saw even more milk come out, "How come that didn't happen during our match Estelle?" The nurse was genuinely curious, as it made no medical sense for Estelle to be lactating naturally (unless she had a baby that nobody knew about). But, considering the position Estelle was in, it was doubtful Estelle would be able to answer her question.

Estelle groaned in pleasure but also dissatisfaction with how her breasts were being treated by Yvette at that moment. At first the sensation was mind-numbingly pleasant, but as the milking and mashing was a non stop torture, and her body could take just some of it before her milk would deplete and her unexperienced boobs would start reddening in pain. After all, this was an all new sensation for her, as Estelle wasn’t even a mother!

But with the progressive end of the pleasure in her milking and the arrival of more and more pain Estelle gained something she didn’t have just seconds before: focus. Now Yvette’s treatment was starting to get annoying and that annoyance must be stopped in order to get the match going. Yvette was getting everything going her way and it was just about time to start changing that tide, and to achieve that Estelle just got her hands free just before Yvette went for a final breast mashing session.

“Unnnghh!” Estelle groaned both in protest, pain and pleasure. “You look obsessed with those… but what if we start giving you some of that treatment?” Estelle knew that given her current position escaping the grapevine was almost impossible as Yvette had her legs properly secured in the hold, but having regained freedom of movement with her hands she just knew what to do. Her body was yelling at her to take care of the intruder destroying her breasts, and she would start doing that. Estelle’s instincts told her it was time for some retaliation so she went for what it looked like a slap to Yvette’s face. This was a ruse though, because on the last moment her hand would shift directions and would hit the French’s bust. Her aim was to make Yvette only half of sore she was right now, so she kept going with several slaps to her boobs, making them mash against each other with each hit.

Yvette knew that with Estelle's hands free, she didn't have much time to keep on torturing her opponent's breasts. She had to inflict as much damage as possible before Estelle fought back to try and make her Swiss opponent submit. But it seemed that Estelle was quite tough, taking the vicious milking with only a few cries of pain, resisting submission even as her tits got milked dry.

When Estelle raised her hand, Yvette closed her eyes, preparing to take a hard slap to the face. It was the most obvious spot for Estelle to strike at after all, and probably the most effective. But instead Estelle hit lower, her hand striking Yvette's small chest instead! "Yeow!" Yvette cried. The downside of having smaller boobs was much less padding for protection, so Estelle's slap went straight in and struck her milk glands painfully. The French girl had no time to recover or prepare herself though, as Estelle struck her again and again, landing several slaps before Yvette finally released her breasts.

The French girl let go of her grapevine, quickly rolling backwards with her hands covering her sore breasts. Estelle's sharp slaps had done their job, forcing Yvette back and giving her a chance to recover and get back up. Yvette gently rubbed her tits through her bra to soothe the pain, allowing Estelle the time she needed to recover. Round one of this match was over, and in Yvette's mind it was a round she won handily.

Anyone watching the match on the proper streaming events was just having a good show in domination, the match being a complete squash coming from Yvette. The sudden milking session got the best of Estelle and rendered her unable to pose any kind of threat for some time, but eventually her body would adjust to the pleasure, and from that many fondling her sensitive breasts became sore, that pain helped her find her center again.

Estelle’s slapping to Yvette’s chest bore its fruits soon. Having big breasts had its perks, and even if it was easier to hit them they were more resilient to fondling and mashing, but as soon as Estelle hit Yvette’s the French woman staggered in pain, crying in surprise as she was expecting the slap to aim at her face.

After some hits to Yvette’s breasts the woman rolled over after breaking the grapevine hold. It was a really interesting development of the situation since for the first time in the match it looked like it was Yvette the one on the receiving end of things. Estelle wanted to keep the rush going and make the French pay for the treatment she just gave her, but her breasts were still sore. The Swill took some seconds to cup her breasts with her hands, trying to soothe the pain while grimacing from it. “Not so happy when you get treated like that, right?”, she said while finally getting on her feet again and then resting close to the bed. “Why don’t you come here so we can stop hitting like harlots and start fighting like the women we are supposed to be?”

Seeing Estelle recover and get back to her feet, Yvette braced herself for an assault. But Estelle didn't immediately attack, instead taking her time to soothe the pain from her own breasts. Though the pain in her chest had faded, Yvette could still tell where the Swiss beauty had hit her, the marks Estelle left quite apparant contrasted against her pale skin. It made Yvette scowl a little to see her perky breasts damaged, though she supposed she did deserve it after what she had done to Estelle's mammaries.

"You want to fight like a woman?" Yvette replied. That brought a smirk to the French girl's face. "Alright, I'll show you how a woman fights."

Yvette quickly advanced upon Estelle, hands raised and ready to attack. The French girl didn't bother trying to grapple with her opponent, immediately going for Estelle's long reddish-brown hair, trying to sink her fingers into the rich locks and yank Estelle off balance. Perhaps the French girl had a different concept of how women fought, as Yvette was aiming to turn this battle into a catfight!

The match reached some kind of halt when Estelle managed to break free by slapping Yvette’s breasts. At that moment both wrestlers looked at each other while assessing her damaged bust. Estelle was feeling pretty sore from all the fondling and milking, her orbs all red and swollen, jolts of pain coursing her spine at the minimum contact.

Tension could be cut with a knife as Estelle and Yvette were entangled in the middle of a staredown worthy of the best western. Both women assessed their damage and the one inflicted to the other. Only based on that it looked like Yvette had some kind of upper hand, but Estelle had shown her character and her will not to go out quietly, and that apparently made the French upset. Yvette wanted her to be submissive but that would cost her greatly. The domina had also a short fuse as Estelle’s remarks made her reply in a defiant way. The Swiss took notes to use that pride of Yvette to her advantage in the future.

As Yvette walked towards Estelle it looked like the French had taken her challenge to heart as she advanced in a grappling inviting position, but it was all a ruse and just about Estelle was going to lock with her Yvette changed her stance and went for a powerful yank at Estelle’s brown locks The Swiss gasped in surprise and in pain as the French caught her by surprise and made her fall on her side once more. “I think I said fight like a woman, not a harlot!”