Amelie Roux vs. Bubbles Burste - The French Connection

[BlackAkuma]

Mmm. That accent sounded sexy, even in moans.

Bubbles moaned back with her Southern drawl, making the noises mix as she indulged in the hot, wet kiss, letting her tongue slip about Amelie’s mouth and probe deep. She was always lustful, but there was something about Amelie that really set her on fire, really got her going. She savored every touch and taste and could’ve spent all day running her tongue along this fulsome flesh…

…but this wasn’t a hentai match, technically. It was a smother match, and it was about time she got to business with that. Didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy herself, though.

She gave the hold a good wrench, weakening her just a little further, but she dropped the hold and let her flop to bed beneath her. Bubbles reached over, grabbed her by the shoulder, rolled her opponent over, and pushed down on her shoulders to keep her pinned, taking up a dominant position above her.

”Victim’s choice.” She leaned in and rubbed their noses together, a teasing Eskimo kiss. ”Breast smother? Facesit? I’m open to ideas.”

[Devilish53]

Amelie could only imagine how much the hold would have hurt had Bubbles fully committed to the task. She'd taken stretches, squeezes and slams from women of equal size before - but never ones with as much muscle as Bubbles. She could take solace in the fact that the soft nature of the encounter meant Bubbles had little reason to try and crack her back, but the notion that the muscular heavyweight could do so with ease was rather...exciting.

Flat on her face with her hands gripping the sheets, the strength Amelie had just briefly fantasized about made itself known as she was turned over with even more ease than she wrangled Maria.

Now to her back with her arms outstretched, there was no point denying it any more. She was beaten. Soundly, in fact. All Bubbles had to do was put down the full stop - though damn if she didn't make Amelie bite her lip at the offer of allowing the French giant how to pick her demise.

"Surprise..me..." She'd moan, raising a hand to give Bubble's thick, firm rear a squeeze. She imagined it would be the last thing she did, save for squirming...

[BlackAkuma]

This was so good. So damn good. Bubbles didn’t care about winning or losing, really - she would’ve been content to end this match with Amelie on top, and that would’ve been a ton of fun in its own right. But there was something primal, something powerful, something so damn hot about being in the dominant position with a woman who was close to her own size. It made her feel like a lioness conquering her rival, the kind of thing you just couldn't get throwing around girls half her size. This was the sort of thing she could’ve done all night, and she was sorely tempted to try.

But no, no, there was business to be done here, an Amelie made the mistake of letting it be the dealer's choice. Needless to say, Bubbles had ideas.

”Oh, you want a surprise, huh?” She leaned down and gave her a peck on the forehead. ”Okay, you’ll get a surprise.”

Instead of holding her position, Bubbles lifted up, swung around to face Amelie’s legs, and let her breasts come down over the Frenchwoman’s face in full, enveloping her in a soft, sweaty darkness, the same kind that she’d no doubt done to many women herself. She wrapped her arms around her opponent’s head and brought her deep into the cleavage, creating an unbreakable seal, a submission move worthy of the name.

But she could’ve just done that with a regular breast smother. She’d turned around like this, however, because it put her face right where she wanted to be: in front of Amelie’s own breast. While her tits stole the air away from her opponent, Bubbles went to work on those magnificent mounds with an eager tongue, licking at them, suckling on the flesh, savoring every taste, and even interspersing the occasional nibble.

If Amelie was going out, Bubbles would make sure she had fun on the way out.

[Devilish53]

Amelie would 'win' no matter which Bubble's opted to surprise her with. Though said win was not one that would ever appear on any records, mind. Save Amelie's mental one.

Eyes lost for focus as Bubbles took to shifting atop of Amelie's frame, the resistance that came from the French giant was simply non-existent. Whilst she surely could have heaved her hands up at least to slow the coming avalanche down, or maybe even bucked a hip or two, Amelie instead was complacent with her designated fate as Bubble's came down. Chest first, right across the face.

Moaning with such intensity even the thick bust of the giant atop of her shook, Amelie's moans turned to a slight giggle as Bubble's soon tended to her own bust. Trying her best to lock her arms up and around the head of her foe, as if to smother her back, Bubbles would find no issue with the level of strength Amelie gave off. Instead, she was free to turn or pull away her head whenever she so desired, given that Amelie in the end could do nothing more than ruffle those shorter, lighter locks of hair. The same could not be said for Bubbles grip...

For Amelie could not see a single spec of light in her predicament, nor did she truly want to. With that bust already feeling akin to boiling coil given the exertion of the two women thus far, Amelie's hot breaths practically re-lit the fires as the smother went on. If Amelie wasn't so busy drowning in breast flesh, she'd be busy literally drowning in the sweat that her own heavy exhales were creating...

[BlackAkuma]

Was the match over? It kind of felt like it was over. Not that Bubbles was complaining, mind you - this had been a rigorous bout, even with the little unplanned opening act. She hoped that the cameras had been rolling when Mariah came in - they probably wouldn’t air it on the LAW Network since that hadn't been an official match and her wife wasn’t a registered wrestler with the company yet. Still, she wanted that footage for her private collection. It wasn’t every day that her wife was dominated by a blonde giantess who wasn’t her, after all, she wanted to study this woman’s technique. You never knew, she might pick up some pointers.

Amelie was perfect for that, too - she had the sort of teasing, sensual spirit that jived well with the Virgin Killer, and she’d almost had her, here and there. But there was only so far that such an attitude would carry her, and this was where it wound up - between Bubbles’ breasts, while her breathing slowed and her body sagged.

She snickered as the Frenchwoman tried to counter with a breast smother of her own, though she lacked the strength to make much out of it. It was a cute attempt, though, and if she wanted her face between those breast, who was Bubbles to deny her. She lowered her mouth and went to work on the woman’s lovely pair, drawing her tongue down the middle before diving in all the way.

Kiss. Nibbles. Suckling. She feasted on Amelie’s chest, moaning as she went to work, going just as deep as her opponent was in hers. The key difference was that she could bring her head out for every now and then, keeping herself conscious. That wasn’t a luxury she was willing to give the Frenchwoman. No, she was going to stay in the darkness, until the movement stopped…

[Devilish53]

Amelie's endurance was as excessive as her libido, but in the face of this many curves her limit was reached sooner than she'd of ever liked. Envisioned images in her mind of the match going back and forth all night, no doubt at points involving Bubble's own wife for that extra element of spice, were now shattering before the French giant. It was hardly a surprise once she applied logic - Bubbles had exactly the same stature as she did, with the curves to boot. The difference was that Bubble's figure was filled to the brim with muscle and raw power. There was only so much Amelie could throw her weight around, when the person she was throwing it against could do the same and then some.

Eyes shutting as Bubble's motion brought about a quivering sensation across Amelie's entire frame, it was only a second after shutting her eyes that Amelie finally succumbed. Feet kicking and toes twitching a final time, Amelie's massive form was now nothing more than a juicy ragdoll beneath Bubble's own. Albeit one that did not regret for one moment how this encounter had gone, given that Bubble's figure would no doubt be living rent free in her mind for many moons to come.