Anne Archy vs Ashley Kimstead- Sweet Suffocation (Smother Endurance Match)

Anne wasn't the most skilled wrestler, nor did she have the most impressive figure, but she was stronger than she looked and had a tendency of aggression and recklessness. Ashley's weak attempts to push her away barely registered as the rocker-girl kept her center of gravity low and clutched her victim's head in her cleavage. And then there was a change, the girl stopped protesting and struggling and slipped into soft moans and sensuously running her hands over Anne's back and down onto her ass. Perhaps to Ashley's surprise the groping would draw a low moan from Anne's throat."Mmm, so you like being trapped in my tits. If you just wanted to make out you could have just asked me out, bitch."

Her hips wriggled side to side beneath Ashely's hands, far from objecting to her attention. Still her hands pulled the girl's face to her chest, using her biceps to try squishing her modest tits together around the girl's face. "Oh, but the fans aren't here to watch us make-out tonight. They want to see a cute bitch get smothered out over and over and over again. And that's just what I'm gonna give them."

Ashely blushed hard as she continued to softly grope Anne's behind, kneading each cheek as if it were dough, her fingers gently pushing into the soft flesh. She would hear the moan escape Anne's throat before listening to her words. She would hear Anne talking about making out with her, calling her a bitch. Even in her submissive state, Ashely found this to be incredibly hot.

Ashely would keep her hands pressed against Anne's ass, feeling her wriggle from side to side. Her face was still trapped within Anne's cleavage, feeling the breasts squish together and surround her face, creating an air tight seal around her face including her mouth and nose.

Ashely was beginning to feel light headed. The only air she was breathing in was the scent of Anne's chest. It smelled slightly sweet. Ashely would once again give into another urge of hers, instead of struggling, she would open her mouth and try to suck on whatever flesh was in front of her, kissing, licking and sucking at the breasts of Anne while her hands continued to explore her back.

Part of Anne was very distracted by Ashely's gentle affections, her hedonistic streak wanting to just let this girl touch her all over. But she had to focus, she had to stay on top and concentrate. A sharp gasp tore from her lips as she felt Ashely's mouth on her breast, kissing and sucking at every inch of flesh that wasn't covered by her bikini top. "Oh, you dirty little whore, are you trying to d-distract me? You... uhh... you think that's gon- gonna save you?" Her voice sounding increasingly distracted.

She was getting increasingly turned on, but was now overcommitting to scoring that early point. In the back of her mind she was already plotting the things she was going to do to Ashely to pay her back for making this so pleasantly difficult for her. The audience wanted a show and they were going to get one, so long as she could keep her thoughts in order!

Ashely meant no malice by what she was doing. She simply had given into the urges she felt. She had a beautiful set of breasts pressed against her face, she was unable to breathe or escape so she decided to turn lemons into lemonade.

She hadn't even thought it would be a distraction for Anne who seemed to think this was some sort of tactic to escape. It seemed as though Ashely had unintentionally created her own offense, but it still wasn't good enough for Anne to let her go.

Ashely would simply keep licking, sucking and kissing at the breasts in front of her, enjoying what she could as she became more and more light headed and dizzy. Her hands would start to slow down their kneading and groping. She tried to hold on for as long as she could but she knew that if she were to lose consciousness, they may call the match so instead of ending the match early, Ashely would finally submit, gently tapping a hand against Anne's side, granting her the first point of the match.

Anne's eyelids fluttered and she bit down on her lower lip as she tried to power through Ashely's unintentional counterattack. She could feel her cheeks flushing as the girl insistently sucked at her soft skin and ran her hands up and down her bare back. If her opponent didn't submit soon she was going to be forced to break off just to keep from getting too turned on to focus on the rest of this match. Thankfully Ashely broke before she did, a gentle tapping on her back and a call from the ref freeing her to quickly sit up. With a relieved gasp she ran her fingers back through her long blonde hair, face bright red, and her nipples prominently pressed against the thin material of her bikini top.

"Uuuuhn... Just look at you, barely breathing already. Better be careful, brat, because I want to get as many points out of you as possible." After taking a triumphant moment to savor her score, and enjoying straddling the girl's hips, Anne stood up only to "accidentally" step on Ashely's stomach as she made to clear off and let her opponent reset. It wasn't exactly a stomp, but enough to draw some jeers from the crowd. "Now, on your feet, bitch. Unless you just plan on laying there like a little princess while I do all the work."

Ashely was holding her breath, she was waiting for Anne to get off of her when she tapped out. When she finally did get off her of, there was a soft popping sound from her lips separating from Anne's skin. She looked up at the blonde beauty. She looked majestic running her fingers through her long blond hair. Ashely would blush as she noticed how red Anne's face was. She wasn't attempting to do anything to her through her sucking, but that is exactly what it seemed to do. Ashely was simply acting on instinct and urge.

Ashely would blush deeper as she saw Anne's nipples were erect under her bikini top. She heard Anne's words and would shamefully be turned on by them. Her inner masochist was beginning to come out. "I wouldn't... have it any... other way..." Ashely would say through labored breaths to Anne saying she was going to get as many points as possible.

Ashely would let Anne stay mounted on her for as long as she wanted. There were worse places to be. The point would be counted and Anne would finally stand up, only to step on Ashely's soft stomach on her way back to her corner, putting her full weight on her for a short moment. "Guhhhgh!" Ashely would let out as she rolled ro her side, clutching her midsection as more air had been forced out of her body.

Ashely would hear Anne's order to get on her feet. The other option was to lay down and let Anne do all the work. That didn't sound too bad to Ashely but she knew what the fans were here for. She would slowly make it up to her knees before slowly standing up. The bell would ring and Ashely would stand there, still trying to recover. She was easy pickings for whatever Anne had planned next.

Anne was torn between her two halves, Alexis recognized the soft target in front of her as someone she could gently seduce and could be a sweet lover. On the other side; Anne, her in-ring persona, saw a willing victim to be crushed for the delight of the salivating masses. Unfortunately, or perhaps more fortunately, for Ashely they were in the ring and Anne Archy reigned. The woman leaned back in her corner as Ashely struggled to her feet, hands gripping the ropes to either side of her as she ate up the sight before her.

The moment Ashely was on her feet again Anne launched herself from her corner like an arrow. Sprinting towards her target she would break from her usual playbook, which would have been a hip-press to a ground and pound, but this wasn't that kind of match. Instead she nearly passed the girl, letting their arms hook before turning about into an Irish Whip, trying to hurl Ashely towards the ring post. This whole match could have taken place down on the canvas in the middle of the ring, like a proper grapple, but Lily always emphasized that she needed to play to the audience. Keep your hair out of your face, don't cover the action with your body, give the people what they want.

As soon as Ashely stood up, she was an easy target due to the fact that she was still recovering. She saw Anne sprinting towards her and expected impact but instead, she felt her arms being hooked and she was sent running towards the corner post.

Ashely would not be able to stop herself, hitting the corner front first. The turnbuckle slamming against her chest and knocking more air out of her. She would stay there for a moment bent over in the corner before turning around and falling to her butt. She knew she was in a vulnerable position which not only frightened her, but also excited her. There were so many options for Anne's next move and Ashely secretly couldn't wait.

Anne watched with predatory delight as Ashely careened into the ring post and at first bent over, offering up an interesting target and a still more interesting view. Then, however, she turned to slump back down to the mat sitting herself down in the corner. A grin spread across Anne's lips as this saved her having to set the girl up herself, it was so nice when a submissive knew what you wanted and just put herself in position for it. Taking a deep breath Anne raised her arms and... did a little dance, shaking her hips as she turned about in an attempt at belly dancing. This formality out of the way she'd giggle to herself and rush at her willing victim, turning about to throw herself ass first into Ashely's face.

Practically sitting on the girl's face, pressing the back of her head to a turnbuckle, she wiggled her hips and ground her bikini covered bottom in with a laugh. Although it only saw the light of day once, this was Lily's finisher: The Money Maker but the opportunity seemed too good not to borrow it. "Keep being such a good girl and I might just reward you."

Ashely would sit there, breathing heavily as she was still recovering, but she wasn't upset or uncomfortable, quite the opposite. She would see the grin on Anne's face and watched as she started to dance. Anne looked incredible in Ashely's eyes. Her eyer were locked onto Anne's belly and her hips. The dance nearly made her mouth water as she was hypnotized by Anne's movements.

Anne was like a snake hypnotizing its prey. Ashely would sit there, mouth open, eyes glued to Anne's figure, unable or unwilling to move as she saw her start running towards her, turning around at the last second to slam her ass right into Ashely's face.

At this point, Anne was basically sitting on Ashely's face as she pressed the back of her head into the turnbuckle, wiggling her hips and grinding her butt into Ashely's face. The more Anne grinded, the deeper Ashely's face was forced to go.

Ashely would hear Anne's words and would let out a moan into Anne's ass. Wasn't this enough of a reward? Plenty of people would spend top dollar to be where Ashely was right now, and Ashely was there for free, or more so at the expense of her dignity, but that was not her top priority.

Ashely would take in the smother, appreciating every second of it, even reaching up to grip Anne's hips, not to push it away, but quite the opposite. Ashely would smother herself deeper within Anne's cheeks, sticking out her tongue and tasting the bikini covered rear and any skin she could. She made sure not to grip too hard because she wanted Anne to feel in control, hoping to make Anne keep her promise of rewarding her if she were a good girl.