Private Underground Fun. Julie vs Vanessa

[Jaystar]

There hadn't been many moments tonight when the Irish gingerhead wouldn't have been blushing, for various reasons, and this moment wasn't making an exception. Not only was Julie feeling utterly confused by where Vanessa seemed to be taking this, or what kind of idea she potentially held over her bearhug prowess, but the Sadistic Student did not miss the opportunity to flirtation either, making it abundantly clear how she felt of Julie's looks too. Sure, the Irish girl had to admit that Vanessa did hold a lot of sex appeal too... But considering the context, it wasn't really on top of her mind at all, with this night having already taken all kinds of twists and unexpected turns.

Julie wasn't a master of bearhugs either, and Vanessa's eagerness to find out what the Irish girl could do with one was rather awkward as well. Bearhugs were something someone like Isa could do, not the slender, lightweight Julie! It was true though that the Sadistic Student wasn't a big girl either... So, really, Julie had no reason not to try it out, no?

"Oh... OK... I'll do my best!" the gingerhead stated, before starting to wrap her arms around Vanessa's body, as she had seen other wrestlers do so many times before to their opponents. She could feel Vanessa gripping her rear though, and compared to Julie's own, more hesitant maneuvers, the Sadistic Student still felt like the more dominant of the two. Slowly though, Julie began trying to gradually apply more pressure into the bearhug, trying to see if she could squeeze or even lift the black-haired girl up a bit with her hold... But truthfully, the Irish girl was already so exhausted from everything that had happened tonight, that the hold probably didn't amount to much trouble for Vanessa at all.

[LawHell]

Vanessa let out a soft, amused chuckle as Julie’s arms wrapped around her, attempting to lock in a tight bear hug. She could feel the effort behind it—the Irishwoman trying to lift her, trying to impose her strength. But Vanessa knew better. The hold wasn’t tight enough, wasn’t overwhelming enough to make her submit, "Come on, love," Vanessa purred, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. "Is that really the best you've got?"

With a sultry grin, she took advantage of the moment, reaching up and pulling Julie’s face into her chest, trapping her between her curves in a slow, deliberate smother. "There we go," she cooed, holding her close, pressing in just enough to steal her breath away. "Relax, baby, let me take charge."

Vanessa could feel Julie struggling, her grip loosening as her body tensed from the lack of air. The second she felt the Irishwoman's hold waver, she struck. With a smooth, controlled motion, she wrenched herself free, spinning the tables in an instant. Before Julie could react, Vanessa had her trapped—her arms wrapped tight around the smaller woman’s waist, lifting her off the mat in a crushing bear hug.

“Mmm, now this is how you squeeze a girl,” Vanessa purred, pressing their bodies together, her hold unrelenting. She could feel the satisfying pops and cracks of Julie’s spine beneath her grip, her dominance on full display. "Feels good, doesn't it? Don’t worry, love, I’ll take real good care of you."

With a wicked grin, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Julie’s flushed skin. Then, just to make her point, Vanessa sank her teeth into her chest—playful but firm, enough to leave a mark.

“Now be a good girl and moan for me,” she whispered, her voice dripping with control and amusement.

She kept her hold steady, letting the moment stretch out, savoring the feeling of Julie squirming in her grasp. “See, I knew you had a little submissive side. Just needed the right hands to bring it out." Vanessa tightened her grip just a little more, letting the pressure tease and punish simultaneously. She was in control now, and she loved it as her lips would find Julie's nipple biting down on it tugging as she grinned.