Heather Sunderland vs Yasha Love

"Mmmm!! MMMMPHH!!" With Yasha's breasts pressing down even more upon her face, Heather's humiliation would further as she was given no room to breathe. She would frantically kick her legs, doing whatever she could to escape from the girl's large cleavage so she could get some more air and get out of the embarrassing position.

To her surprise though, Yasha would be the one to break the smother, but in quite a unique way. She would feel the girl take hold of her arm, hopping to her feet and whipping her up and into the turnbuckle. The quick succession of the move would cause Heather to be quite stunned, blinking as she leaned back against the turnbuckle.

Yasha lowered her head as she saw Heather hit the turnbuckle. She spun as she crossed about half the distance, looking to slam her tight ass into Heather and stun her further. if she hit with the ass bump, she would crouch and kick out Heather's legs so she would fall, hopefully face first right into Yasha's spread open legs and waiting crotch.

"Kh..yo-Guagh!" Heather would let out, interrupted by Yasha slamming her ass into her, causing the air to be forced out of her lungs. She would let out a little cough before she would feel the girl kick out her legs. She couldn't do much to prevent the impact as it caused her to slip and fall forward, her face landing right into the girl's crotch in a similar position as she had before.

"Gh..wh.." Heather would let out, quickly going to pull herself up, but would be open to whatever Yasha was planning in the few seconds after she landed into her crotch area.

Yasha's hands went up to hold onto Heather's hair. Her thighs snapped around Heather's head and she began to squeeze tightly, putting her in the Demon Love! Giving Heather a strawberry aroma while she tried to get her to submit or just knock her unconscious.

"Feel free to give into Love, my lovely!" Yasha encouraged as she flexed her butt cheeks to try and rock Heather back and forth a little while she smothered her.

"Mmmmph!!" Heather would let out as Yasha would grip onto her hair, trapping her in place with her thighs as her face was shoved into her crotch. The strawberry aroma filled scent of the girl's crotch was surging in her head and enticing her in as she would struggle for release, bringing her hands up to the girl's thighs quickly.

She would try all she could to try and pry the girl's thighs apart, but not really being the strongest of the girls, and with the more than likely fact that with Yasha probably doing this alot, her thighs were probably stronger than her grip, however, Heather would still try to put all her strength in attempting to escape.

With HEather in place, Yasha squeezed tightly, holding onto Heather's hair as she felt the girl try and pry her thighs off. Yasha was oping to secure the smother by rocking her hips to try and put Heather on her back with Yasha essentially scissoring Heather's face and crushing her head between her crotch, thighs and calves.

If she could get Heather int hat position, she would begin to slowly rock her hips and begin humping Heather's face like a bronco with one hand up in the air and waving around for the whole crowd to see and hoot and holler at!

"Mmmmm!!" Heather would let out in frustration as Yasha grabbed hold of her hair, turning her onto her back and giving her quite a bit more leverage. Heather would kick and stomp her feet on the mat as she could feel the immense pressure on her head, crushed by the girl's surprisingly strong scissor hold.

Just the pressure and pain of the hold would be bad enough, but the face that her face was forced into Yasha's crotch was making it that much worse for Heather. As if Yasha knew how humiliated Heather felt from it, her humping at her face, hand up in the air like she was riding her was multipying it tenfold. Heather would let out continuous muffled groans of frustration and embarrassment as she fought to escape Yasha's trap.

Heather would frantically push and pull at Yasha's thighs, fighting for air and a lessoning of the pain as she would keep kicking her legs out simultaneously, trying to kip out of the tight hold as well.

Yasha felt Heather begin to try and kip up and break the hold. Yasha decided to use this to her advantage, or rather, to try and further Heather's humiliation. With one hand up, she took Heather's decision to play bucking bronco quite literally. She moved her hips back and forth and rode Heather's face, using her hand that wasn't on Heather's hair to make a lasso like motion.

"Yee-haw, my lovelies! Love will tame this filly!"

She cried out to the crowd as her vinyl covered crotched rubbed hard and deep on Heather's face. The crowd began to cheer at the scene, loving to see the black haired beauty humiliated!

With Heather's attempts to kip out of the position that she was in, it seemed to not help whatsoever as Yasha would just use it to aid in her humiliation. Feeling the girl rub her crotch up and down her face, moving her hips in the motion that she was, Heather would let out a long, frustrated, muffled groan from underneath her, feeling almost helpless under the girl.

With her words, and the crowd's wild cheering, Heather was building with furious frustration more and more as she felt her body losing it's energy. She had only one last chance to get out, but it was going to be quite the hard one. Reaching her arms out above her head, she would attempt to push her body backwards with her feet, trying to slide herself and the girl to the ropes, trying to reach out and grab them frantically.

Yasha Love was far too involved in her bucking bronco routine to really even notice that Heather was pushing herself towards the ropes. She figured that Heather might even pass out soon but when the ropes were grabbed and the referee approached the Demon of Love. She stopped her bucking and tilted her head and looked behind her as Heather's hands grabbed the ropes.

She then slid forward and slapped Heather's ass before hopping up and spinning around on her heel. She raised her hand and the crowd cheered. Her other hand slid down her body and pressed against her breast and let it wobble a bit. She then faced Heather and waited for the black haired beauty to get up. "Come now, my Lovely!" She said, beckoning Heather forward as she licked her lips in a sultry manner.