Chantelle C. Vs. Eileen S. - Left To Shudder

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Eileen's pull was to be broken soon enough, regardless of how violently Chantelle forced her to do so. With her foe against the ropes, the referee had swung in near instantly with verbal warnings being fired off as loudly as could be. The outright grabbing of Chantelle's goods was questionable, and down to the ruling of specific referees, but there was no denying Eileen's abuse of the ropes!

"Fine...Fine..." She'd begin to peel back as if she had done nothing wrong, with one final squeeze of the goods given before she brought up her arms with a shrug. Though her attempt to smugly step back whilst under the vain of holding utter control was briefly derailed, as Chantelle bucked her body back into the redhead. In a motion that nearly put Eileen flat to her ass!

Barely correcting herself as she stumbled badly, Eileen all at once saw red. With her cheeks blushing at the fact she nearly fell as if having just slipped on a banana peel, Eileen cut the distance with her figure stomping every step of the way. Before with her left, she sought to grab Chantelle's hair. To pull her foe to face her - for a horrendous slap with her right!

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The grip around Chantelle's breasts finally lessened, aided in part by the referee rather than her own intervention. However, the Scot wasn't paying enough attention to really react in time, having pulled close to the ropes in part of her escape attempt. As Eileen released her grip, Chantelle's body shot backwards, cannoning the redhead down to the mats!

A whoop went up from the crowds, but Chantelle barely had the energy to turn around and see her handiwork. One hand clutched at her aroused breasts and she heaved for breath, still flushed and flustered from Eileen's manoeuvring. She hung onto the top rope with her other hand, trying to steady herself, but Eileen was having none of it.

The redhead stomped back towards her and before Chantelle could try to defend herself, her hair was grabbed painfully with one hand, and she was treated to a thunderous slap with the other!

"OOOGHHH!" she squawked in dismay, seeing stars and pushing weakly at the grip on her air in a feeble effort to escape Eileen's wrath...

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Having nearly been dropped upon her rear by the act of a simple shove, Eileen would not leave Chantelle with just a slap. This gal evidently needed to learn her place against the elegant royale redhead! Glancing through rage filled eyes at her rearing, screaming foe, Eileen cut whatever distance was made by Chantelle stumbling near enough instantly. With the referee close to stepping in as Eileen approached Chantelle despite her position against the ropes, Eileen would look to quickly grasp upon her foes arm before turning. As to heave her away from the ropes and chances of a referee break, with an Irish whip!

Stepping into the centre of the ring following what would ideally be a successful pull, Eileen would watch as momentum would be thrust upon Chantelle - enough to send her to the ropes opposite her, before returning.

To a boot raised by Eileen! As the redhead looked to kick off her other foot, to add gusto and then some to her big boot as she brought it up towards Chantelle's skull!!

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Chantelle stumbled backwards, smarting from the slap that Eileen had delivered, but things were only going to get worse for the veteran now. She hit the ropes, blinked to clear her vision, only to find Eileen lunging towards her again. Before Chantelle could react she found herself grabbed by a powerful grip, and propelled with fearsome force towards the far ropes in an Irish whip.

The momentum was far too much for her to fight. She crashed off the opposite ropes and went springing back towards her foe, out of control and unable to stop herself from barrelling straight into Eileen's big-boot attack!

"AUUUUUGHHHHHH!"

Her cry of pain echoed around the arena. The impact almost knocked Chantelle unconscious and she went down, hard. The reeling Scot thudded to the canvas flat on her back, arms flung past her head and legs splayed open as she sprawled out spread-eagled on the mats at Eileen's feet. She let out a weak moan, her head throbbing and eyes fluttered weakly as she clung to consciousness.

Utterly helpless now, she could do nothing but lie at the mercy of her foe, a sitting duck for whatever Eileen's twisted whims might be!

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Chantelle was pushed to the limits of her unconscious state by Eileen's boot, but naturally the redhead wouldn't stop there. With her foe near enough done in by the redheads powerful strike, she was free to have whatever fun she so desired!

With her teeth grinding as the last bits of fury left her system, Eileen would reign in her temper and establish full control. Sliding onto her knees, with her front facing Chantelle's lower half, Eileen made absolutely no attempt to hide what she was about to do - which was drop her curvy rear right across Chantelle's face!

Laughing as she did, Eileen's facesit wouldn't be an outright smother designed to put Chantelle out of it, no. Unlike her finishing variant of the same move, Eileen wasn't truly putting her strength into the facesit nor was she keeping it applied at all times.

In favour of victory here and now, Eileen would press her curvy cheeks down on the features of Chantelle for a good few seconds, before pushing with her hands to raise her hips. With naturally her rear following suite!

"Still alive?" She'd tilt her head, somewhat on all fours as she held her rear above Chantelle's face. Though if her foe was about to make an attempt at a verbal response, she'd find the redhead completely cutting her off as Eileen dropped down her rear again! In quite the forceful fashion - for another good few seconds of smothering!

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Chantelle was utterly wiped out by the big boot attack, left helpless as Eileen approached her. The Scot let out a faint coo of protest as the curvaceous red-head took up her position, but there was nothing she could do. Soon, she was treated to an up-close view as Eileen eased her ass back to smother the reeling veteran.

"Mppghhh..." Chantelle warbled, eyes fluttering as she was engulfed in the heat of Eileen's magnificent rear. Her body twitched for a moment, but she was in no position to fight back. The pressure was enough to hold her in place, cutting off just enough air to stop her from forming a coherent thought. She hung in an exhausted, dazed limbo, reduced to little more than a training dummy by her opponent!

A brief instant of respite was given when Eileen raised her rear. Chantelle tried to suck in a breath to speak.

"Please I-gmmphh..." Whatever pleading Chantelle might have been planning was for nought as Eileen's cheeks were pressed down into her face again. Her head was pressed back to the canvas, pinned there, and she could do nothing but moan pathetically beneath the humiliating assault, drifting in and out of consciousness as she struggled to breathe.

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Eileen remained utterly ruthless with her smothering, as she pressed her rear down tighter and tighter on Chantelle's face every time. Her foe would still be given those short periods to catch her breath, but Eileen was making her need more and more air in what felt to be less and less time!

With her only verbal response to Chantelle's begging being a loud tut, Eileen would press herself down again with a lively, jiggly motion that shook her thick rear left and right across Chantelle's features. In what was arguably a mini stinkface!

Before yet again giving Chantelle a breather!

Leaning far forward, with her hands pressing down hard on Chantelle's hips, Eileen wouldn't even say anything as she adjusted her legs under and around the head of her foe. Lifting Chantelle's head with a nudge of her left leg, she'd then slip her right ankle tight behind her foes noggin' to lock in the crook of her left leg. Turning as to have her body leaning left, Eileen would reach down to grab at her own left foot - pulling it! A motion that in turn pulled her right leg all the more, as she started to compress Chantelle's neck and lower parts of her face in a figure four necklock!

Even without the aid of her arms, Eileen's thighs were large enough to pose a dangerous threat on their own - as Chantelle had most certainly discovered in this matchup thus far!