Marisa Evans vs Buxom Bea

Marisa grinned as she felt Bea'a fit of panic. Although the Buxom's hands were struggling and flailing, the model tried to reverse their positions, looking to whirl about and press Bea into the corner. She wanted that position so she could use her breast smother more effectively, trapping Bea's head between the turnbuckle and her breasts, while looking to get both arms around the woman's head.
"A little ironic, hmm? I mean, aren't you supposed to be the one with the bountiful bust that's used to smother people?" she'll tease if she turns the tables on Bea.

Bea was too distracted and embarrassed by her head's current placement within her opponent's bust to keep from having her turned into the corner and have the exact positioning she had planned used against her. A muffled "Shut up!' could be heard in response from the embarrassed blonde.
What was she to do now that her best strategy was being used against her. A light bulb did go off in her head as she did still have her hands to use while she was still in the early stages of the start of lacking oxygen. She would snake them around Marisa's body and down it until she reached the skirt, aiming to sneak a hand between them and underneath it for a direct attack at the womanhood with two fingers aiming without foreplay, hoping the shock may be enough to warrant at least a little oxygen.

Marisa gave a shuddering gasp as her womanhood was invaded by Bea's fingers, rising up to her tiptoes in response to the shock. As a result her breasts rose up from Bea's face slightly, allowing the Buxom One to regain some air as the model found her breast smother stalling somewhat.

Bea gave a gasp for air as she felt the breasts lift from her face. The face of the buxom one was both flushed yet red in a mix of embarrassment and lack of oxygen.
She had to take advantage of this sudden surprise while she tried to keep her fingers lodged in the platinum blonde's womanhood. The buxom one would try and spin Marisa back into the corner by grabbing onto an orb with her other hand. She would be panting heavily while her set of fingers would slowly begin pumping inside Marisa. If she managed to maneuver Marisa once more, then she would attempt to lift her up by moving the breast-grabbing hand's arm around her neck to flip her and attempt to hang her on the turnbuckle in a tree of woe. It would be a difficult series of maneuvers for the buxom blonde to pull off, but it was all that she could think of.

Marisa groaned as Bea's hand found her orb and she was spun into the corner. She could feel her sex starting to dampen as her opponent's fingers started to move in and out of it. However the model was still aware of what Bea was up to, and as the busty woman went for her neck, Marisa would try to use both hands to push Bea away. Hopefully she would disrupt Bea's attempt at lifting her into a tree of woe, and perhaps even get Bea's fingers out of her womanhood if she was lucky.

Bea's confidence was growing when she had spun the hentai expert back into the corner by her breast. It had grown perhaps too quickly when she tried to prepare Marisa for a Tree of Woe. Her attempt was quickly thwarted as the platinum blonde pushed Bea away with both hands. The unexpected push had caused Bea to pull her hand from Marisa's sex as she stumbled backwards, tripping and falling on her bum as she did so. She had to quickly back away or get to her feet, otherwise Marisa may find herself in an advantageous position.

Marisa was a little slow from her growing arousal, and didn't start going after the Buxom One until she was well on her feet. She came rushing in, her arm extended in a clothesline as she tried to stay on the offensive.
"Take this!" she'd call as she came on.

Bea was internally relieved that Marisa hadn't taken advantage of her position on the ground, but as she got to her feet with some help from the ropes, the Buxom one saw the platinum blonde rushing at her with a clothesline in mind. The only reaction that she could think of was to grab the top rope and drop down, most likely sending Marisa to the outside of the ring.

The model was caught off guard by the sudden dodge by Bea. Not to mention she certainly wasn't on the lookout for a low bridge move in a hentai contest! With a loud cry the blonde pitched forward over the lowered rope and tumbled out onto the outside, hitting the mats there. She rolled over onto her side and groaned, dazed from the impact her body had with the mats.

The spent blonde had no sooner sent her opponent flying over the ropes than she had managed to lose her grip and fell flat to the mat. She knew that she needed to try and capitalize on Marisa's predicament, but she would have rather regained her energy. She knew that if she wasn't careful, the model could end up winning over her with no problem, but if the reverse happened, it would be a huge win for Bea.

The Buxom one found herself rolling out of the ring and plopping herself, breasts to Marisa's back, laying on top of the girl. She would try snaking her hand underneath the model to grab a handful of the woman's breasts before trying to entrap her by twisting her legs around hers. She knew this may be her one opportunity to score the orgasm and hoped she didn't get out-smarted or out-maneuvered by the experienced Marisa.