Hina vs. Angela (Complete)

Angela released her prey and breathed heavily, turning to Hina to make sure the girl stayed down.

"Ugh...." Hina struggled to try and get up, but the move had surprised and slowed her significantly, barely getting to her hands and knees dizzily before she tried catching her breath, holding her back with her one hand. "Damn... sneaky little weasel, aren't you...?"

Angela simply narrowed her eyelids thinking, 'She's vulnerable now,' rushing in for an attempted grapple. If this worked, she would force Hina's head between her boobs and hold her tightly in an attempt to cut off her air circulation long enough to knock her out.

"Nng, leggo you big-teated she-goaHmmff!" Hina was cut off by a lungful of sweaty cleavage, her legs kicking frantically in the trap a bit before she tried to whiz a fist into her side

Angela grimaced upon taking in a hard punch to her side and released her grip, now clinging to the spot that was hurting.

Hina would give a quick grunt as she'd try to ram forward, hoping to spearhead the big-breasted foe and run her back into the ropes or whatever was behind her, trying to break out of the titty trap for good.

Angela's back pressed hard against the ropes as the girl cried out in pain for the first time, the crowd cheering for Hina.

Hina grinned toothily as her foe was pushed back and the fans won over, trying to right herself back up and steady her vision a bit after the head rush. "Alright, jugs. Let's just see how you like those big ol' works of art put out for public display!"

She'd try to latch her fingers inside Angela's top and try to tear it right down her cleavage

Angela's eyes went wide as the front of her shirt top tore open, soon the whole thing drooping down, Angela's upper body now exposed. Angela couldn't deal with the sexual harassment being dealt to her and as such, she tried her hardest to cover up her chest, finally losing her calm attitude and leaving herself weak.

Hina grinned widely at her embaressment, sauntering close to press her chest into hers cockily. "Aww, is old poker face bashful?" she teased, reaching up and kneading her right breast firmly, enough to make her uncomfortable but not set on hurting her yet with it.