Whats a Tables Match Between Lovers? - Heather v Natasha III

Heather kicked her legs a bit still, gritting her teeth as Natasha said what she did. "Hah..s-sure..one day." Heather let out, nodding her head before Natasha suddenly let her go. She blinked a couple times, quite surprised as she pushed herself up to one knee. Natasha's words let her know of her mindset, causing Heather to smirk a bit and shake her head.

"W-well..thank you." Heather responded, unable to hide her blush that was getting even deeper as Natasha called her lover again. She would propel herself up from her position on one knee, charging at Natasha as she did. She would attempt to leap up, trying to wrap her legs around Natasha's head and pull herself back, trying to hit the girl with a hurricanrana.

Somewhere in the back of her mind Natasha knew she didn't have the luxury of taking it easy upon Heather, even if the woman held a dear place in her heart. Heather was and had always been the kind of woman to take every advantage she could get in a match and while Natasha didn't share the mindset she could respect her drive nonetheless, though that meant she needed to keep on her guard in this match. "No holding back now Heather, otherwise how could we consider this match truly official?" She stated matter of factly at first, but in the end she couldn't help but give the woman a wink and a smirk thanks to her playful nature.

Heather then showed she had no trouble with that request as she took to the air, Natasha feeling that she was ready for this as she had watched Heather's matches rather intently to both learn her move set and simply for viewing pleasure. But even though Natasha knew she was going for a hurricanrana it was another matter to counter the attack, Heather dragging Natasha along for the ride as she was flipped over and driven head first into the mat. "Ugh!" Natasha let out as she rolled after hitting her head onto her back.

"Hah..I never planned on holding back don't worry." Heather let out, grinning before she would rush at her with that hurricanrana. Luckily for her, the move would hit quite successfully, slamming Natasha's head down on the mat and earning her the first heads up in the match. Heather quickly scurried to her feet, ready to go for another move to keep Natasha down.

She would run to t he ropes, looking back at Natasha a bit as she did. "I'll show her exactly why she used to idolize me before" Heather let out before she headed to the ropes, jumping towards them before trying to propel herself off, attempting to land on Natasha with a springboard moonsault.

Natasha had been deposited flat on her back in the middle of the ring by that surprise hurricanrana much to her displeasure, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand while trying to sit up before whatever Heather had planned next struck her. Leaning up she caught sight of the purple haired vixen running straight to the ropes, Natasha knowing exactly what the woman was about to do as she had seen it a thousand times before when she had watched Heather from home, one of Heather's staples the moonsault surely what the woman had in mind.

Sure enough thats exactly what Heather did next as she jumped up onto the ropes before leaping backwards right towards Natasha, her lover looking quite striking as she flied through the air even if the move was designed to hurt her. Natasha acted on instinct as she rolled backwards and onto her knees in a crouched position, narrowly avoiding Heather who would undoubtedly crash into the mat just in front of her.

Heather felt that usual rush of adrenaline surge through her as she would leap through the air with that springboard moonsault. She had all and every intention of coming down hard on Natasha, thinjking this would give her offense quite the boost and keep her momentum going. However unfortunately for her it seemed t hat Natasha wasn't out of it enough for her to hit such a move as the girl was able to move out of the way.

Heather yelled out as she would slam on her front on the mat, rolling to her side as she rubbed her chest and face where she hit the mat the most. It was always quite the bad start when she missed moves like this, but she had to push forward and keep fighting. She groaned out as she picked herself up onto one knee, hoping that she could get her wits about her before Natasha could capitalize.

Natasha breathed out a deep sigh of relief when she watched Heather come crashing down upon the mat where she had been laying just a moment earlier, counting herself quite fortunate that she had been able to recover enough to see the woman flying towards her, otherwise she wouldn't be moving very well at that moment. Seeing Heather crash and burn normally filled Natasha with dread that the woman was hurt, and while she still felt that fear of the woman injuring herself they were in a match and she had to stay focused on taking advantage of openings such as this.

"Heather how many times have I told you those high risk moves only hurt you in the long run." Natasha said trying to give her some advice despite being in the middle of a match with her, the french woman moving quickly to her feet before jumping up to wrap her legs around Heather's neck, hoping to catch Heather's head between her thighs in a leg scissors before gravity pulled her back down onto her back. If the move worked then Natasha would have Heather's face buried against her sex with only her panties in between, Natasha having moved the strip of cloth which hung down over her womanhood out of the way before going for the leg scissors.

Heather was slowly picking herself up onto one knee before she heard Natasha's words, causing her to click her tongue. "Egh..I-it's what I do!" Heather let out, stubborn in her style as she shook her head, about to try to pick herself up fully before Natasha suddenly went on the attack.

Heather yelped out, her eyes widening as Natasha's legs wrapped around her head, pulled into that headscissor hold. As if that wasn't enough, Heather found her face buried against Natasha's sex, her face turning a deep red as she let out a muffled yell, kicking her legs as she brought her hands up, desperately trying to pry at Natasha's thighs to get out of the position.

Natasha had tried many times before to convince Heather her style needed to be adjusted to take fewer risks but the woman would never hear any of it, so as Natasha moved to take advantage of an opening created by one such high risk move she didn't feel nearly as bad as she might have otherwise. "Then don't complain about this then!" She shouted out gleefully as she leaped forward catching Heather in quite the sexy head scissor, Natasha having positioned it perfectly so that Heather's face was pressed firmly against her pantie covered sex.

She could feel the woman's hands clawing at her thighs in a bid to pry them loose from around the woman's head but Natasha had quite powerful legs, something she had her excellent training to thank for, and they weren't budging just yet.

Heather's blush was quite deep as her face was forced into Natasha's sex, the scent of her womanhood seeping through her panties and invading Heather's senses as her head was squeezed quite tightly by Natasha's scissor hold. The pain and embarrassment of the hold was really getting to her as she continued to try and fight with Natasha, kicking her legs wildly on the mat.

"Mmmph-Mmn!" Heather was trying to beg Natasha to let her go, prying more and more on her thighs, but her words and protests were all muffled by the girl's crotch.

"Whats that you're saying Heather? Sorry but I can't seem to hear you for some reason!" Natasha shouted out playfully to her lover who would have loved this hold if they weren't in the middle of a match, Natasha however was quite enjoying it as the feel of Heather's hot breath upon her sex, even with her panties lessening the sensation, felt simply too good to just let Heather go just yet. She tightened her legs together keeping the woman trapped beneath her thighs, her hands reaching out to try and grab onto Heather's wrists to keep her from prying her legs open too soon.