Marisa Evans vs Buxom Bea

From the way Bea's hands desperately tried to find something to grab hold of, Marisa guessed that she had to be getting to the busty blonde. However the former model couldn't deny the effects that Bea's efforts on were having on her.
She decided to endure for the moment, seeing how the gown she wore protected her sensitive nipples some, and tried to reach for Bea's hands with her own while trying to lean forward, forcing Bea back to trap her head between her bust and the mat.
All the while, her thigh continued to press and grind against Bea's sex.
"Come on Bea, you feel that don't you...just lean back and let it happen.." she breathed softly to the beautiful buxom babe.

Bea thought she had a way out, but those efforts were soon fully dashed as she felt her wrist restrained and the seal around her face closed more effectively. "Damn it" she thought as she moaned between the breasts. Her oxygen was starting to run dry, but she had to do something. Her tongue darted out from her mouth, licking wherever she could get her tongue, turning her head all she could. She would start bucking, not mostly because of her desire to be free, although that was surely a driving factor, but moreso because the rubbing against her womanhood was making her involuntarily do so.

Her eyes widening for a moment from the pleasure Bea's wild tongue brought her, Marisa would raise her chest up off of Bea's face. Her thigh began to move against her busty foe's sex with increasing speed as Marisa decided to try and mount a brief sexual blitz. The model's hands released Bea's in order to go to the blonde's bountiful breasts, massaging and squeezing the large orbs. Marisa also tried to bare one of Bea's nipples and bring her mouth to it, wanting to get her nimble tongue to work flicking and darting around the pink bud with skill it was known for. She was hoping the smother would've taken enough fight out of Bea to make her docile, seeing how she freed the Buxom One's hands....

Bea gasped for breath as she was released from the smother. It was a blessing and a curse, as she was now with some oxygen to keep her from the brink of passing out, but she was now more vulnerable and had little to work with in this compromising position.
The moaning started as the thigh's movement increased against her sex. It built up a bit as her precious melons were massaged. A blush ran across her cheeks as the side of her top was moved so that Marisa could latch onto her erect nipple. She felt helpless as she lay there moaning, an obvious wet spot building on her womanhood. What could she do? Her one hand just instinctively ran gently along Marisa's thigh, as if to encourage her aggressor, but her other hand wanted something else. It wanted one of Marisa's own orbs to grab and massage, if only to return the favor as she was being built up.

Marisa let out a brief groan around Bea's breast as her own was found by her opponent's questing hand. Knowing Bea would get her bearing back quickly, the model moved one of her hands from it's work on the blonde's orb and reached down towards her foe's mound. Gently it would push against her sex through the swimsuit, before starting to rub firmly with her fingers, replacing her leg's pressure with a more precise tactic.
Her free hand and mouth continued to please one of Bea's breasts, massaging it while her tongue traced fast circles around the nipple, almost as if in worship of the large orb.

Bea's back arched as the treatment increased in its pleasurable mission. She would squeeze the platinum blonde's orb, massaging it, occasionally tapering her fingers down to tweak her nipples, testing the quality of the orb. Her own, though, was showing its sensitivity as Marisa darted her tongue expertly about it, massaging it with her one hand. Bea's moans became increasingly louder and more rapid as this treatment was accompanied by the other hand now more precisely rubbing her sex through her swimsuit bottoms. Bea felt her pressure being built up. If this continued for much longer, she would embarrassingly burst. Thankfully for her, the swimsuit did act as a slight desensitizing agent, but not a very good one. She found herself nearly involuntarily shouting, "You keep this up and I'll squash you beneath my breasts and make you cum 10 times worse!!!" Where did that come from?

Marisa giggled.
*Sometimes people say the strangest things as they get close to cumming.* she thought to herself as she felt her nipple harden from Bea's attentions.
"Promises, promises." she replied. "If I keep this up, you'll cum, Bea. I can feel how wet you are even through this suit of yours...."
She hoped the dirty talk would get into Bea's head and rattle her focus even more. As she spoke, she grasped the Buxom One's nipple between her finger and thumb, sliding up and down it's length while rolling it between them. It was a trick that Marisa knew drove her own sensitive nipples wild with lust, so she hoped it would do the same to the blonde. Her other hand began to rub faster, increasing the sensation on the busty vixen's covered womanhood.

Bea could only moan loudly in response to Marisa's taunt as she arched her back. She lost her grip on Marisa's orb as her hand fell to her side, curling and uncurling with each motion Marisa made. Her eyes went wide when the model did that trick. Nobody, not even Bea herself had ever done that to her nipples. She felt herself heaving, moaning, arching, curling. She had to fight it, but there was little use, as she knew the end of the first element of this match was nearing its climax.

"That's it Bea...lay back, and let your body feel what's about to happen..." Marisa said huskily.
She would try to slide her hand under Bea's swimsuit, looking to get under that thin protective layer covering her sex to bring her fingers to bear directly on the woman's clit. The model's lips would also close about one of Bea's nipples, giving a flutter of her tongue that would cause it to brush back and forth rapidly over the hard pink bud.

Bea was beyond the point of being able to fight back any longer. She was laying there and being treated in a way that she fantasized in her dreams, but feared in the ring. Her hands were mindlessly gliding about Marisa's body, guided only by the waves of pleasure. Her body was arching against her capturer, as if begging for more. Her moans and pants were rhythmic with each rub. All of this was increased 10-fold as she felt her sensitive clit now being toyed with, accompanied by a pair of lips and a tongue latched and brushing on her nipple. The sensation was too much. "FUCK ME!!!" she found herself shouting as she readied herself for what she knew was going to be the first orgasm of this match.