Best When Breathless: Reina Izara vs. Florence Timmons

[Crossedes]

Sometimes, the simple solution did the trick. Where a lot of women might have panicked, Flo kept her head - even if any onlooker would have mistaken it for belonging to Reina for a time given the tightness of the smother - and what she lacked in outright technical skill, the Brit had always made up for with wildness and unpredictability. The hand hit flesh, and Reina's jaw borderline rattling against her palm and fingers told her she had done everything she needed to earn freedom. That freedom came all at once, and Flo took in a relieved breath. Hadn't been down there too long, but a stifling set of tits on the face could do a lot in no time - her opponents and clients knew that fact all too well.

"Whew! You don't play coy, eh?" she said, though she didn't actually expect an answer with Reina flopping away. Couldn't blame her. Few things could discombobulate (great word) a girl more than having her teeth rattling around in her own head. After blowing a swatch of her overly-long hair out of her face, the session girl started to rock onto her knees and dive at Reina, but the cocky woman beat her to the punch. She had Flo's arm snatched and wrung before the Brit could do more than stare at her in amusement.

"Calm down! There's plenty of me for you!" To prove the point, Flo snatched her arm free, perched on her toes, and launched forward, aiming to drive Reina onto her back again with a mini-Thesz Press.

[king6y]

Swinging and clawing her arms with all the mind she had left from the fog, Reina grunted with a huff of satisfaction from managing to touch flesh. Gripping and squeezing Florence’s powerful arm for all its worth as she tried to regain control. Aiming to yank the Brit’s body to the side she could then try and mount an attack, or go for an escape. This position, especially with being clocked out with a thunderous palm was the worst spot for her to be in! Her mind was still reeling with only barely enough cognition for her instincts to do as much as they were already. But right as Reina felt the high of gripping Florence’s arm, she soon felt the lows of losing that same lifeline. Because when the silver-haired wrestler snatched her hand away, the well-endowed doll pounced like a lioness. Diving after her prey with a hunter’s agility, the cocky beauty could only try in vain to raise herself up from Florence’s pounce.

Though sadly for Reina, it was too little too late, for when she tried to rise, a familiar weight crashed her back down as two ivory thighs straddled her waist. Sending her to her back once again, driving some air out of her lungs as she wheezed out “Thanks, but I’d rather not have that!” She spat, kicking, and bucking against the mounted session wrestler as she attempted to escape this position. Even going so far as to try and wrestle Florence to her side with her hands even though in this position, it was clear Florence had shifted the balance in her favor once again.

Infuriating the conqueror even more as her mind thundered with anger! ‘Why am I going back and forth with her?!’ her mind roared in confusion. Forcing a heavy scowl on Reina’s face as she had to will herself to calm down. Now wasn’t the time for panic, she had to think, no position is unbreakable. She just had to find the crack.

"I do hope you enjoy this...because when I'm out...you won't be seeing anything for a long time!"

[Crossedes]

Flo would have loved to be a face in the crowd to watch their shapely bodies crashing as she landed atop Reina. Her figure draped over Reina's long enough to tilt her head up and give the adoring fans a wink before she sat up, taking an imperious seat on the debuting act's surprisingly comfy abs. She wriggled her butt against them and pressed her thighs tightly to either side of Reina's midriff, making sure the woman on the bottom knew she was nice and comfortable and didn't have plans to make a quick trip to concessions.

Her tantrum was, frankly, amazing. Flo loved having control of the irritated ones, all the way back to wrestling in online videos. Earning Reina's fury in front of a crowd made it that much more entertaining. Self-satisfied, Reina's attempt to roll her over almost worked and had her teetering, but she managed to keep herself from falling over completely. She engaged in some hand-fighting to spare herself the wrath of Reina's grip. "Nuh uh! Way too comfy to get thrown back on that springy canvas again. You're too nice and sittable." A compliment, even if it didn't sound like one.

Yet the woman continued to threaten her. Flo sighed, giggled down at her. "You just don't get it, do you?" she asked, leaning over to let her heavy breasts dangle over Reina's face, teasing a good smothering from that end. But the woman was so obsessed with the whole throne idea that she had another plan for her. Just as she acted as if she would drop her tits onto Reina's face, she sat back up and thrust her legs forward, trying to trap Reina's chin, mouth, and jaw against her crotch in a tight schoolgirl pin that would leave Flo with a view of those pretty, furious eyes.

[king6y]

Much to her dismay, the cocky wrestler could only hope to teeter the session wrestler off of her. Almost escaping her embarrassment right at the end. But sadly for Reina, almost isn’t enough. Instead, she found Florence’s thick meaty thighs squeeze her sides, right before plopping her thick, jiggly cheeks on her abs. WIgging on top of them as if they were a brand new seat to break in.

“Oomph! Get…off.” Reina sneered, her face growing hotter the more Florence teased her. And even more when she kind of complimented her. But then again, when you’re being called sittable, that’s the farthest word Reina would ever use to call this. Embarrassing, humiliating, and aggravating to name a few were higher on that list. As she used the last one as fuel for her flying hands to grip any piece of Florence, Reina could only huff as her hands were batted away by the other woman. Making way for what Reina dreaded the whole match. Getting smothered by Florence for thousands to see. And as Flo’s giggling tease sent a chill down her spine, Reina moved like a cornered animal. Her nose was flaring, her brows had furrowed and her body was jerking with all the strength she could muster to dodge the two overbearing chests above her head. Despising the playful grin they belonged to as they started to descend.

But as Reina went to turn her head, she didn’t feel the heavy mounds of Florence’s chest grace her face. No, instead she felt Florence move. For the briefest moments, Reina felt a weight lift off her body! Maybe she can use this, maybe she could slip out before Florence could capitalize! Though the moment Reina felt a foreign heat rest near her ear, the conqueror, or rather seat in this case, found something even worse waiting for her. And as she tried to break free, it was all in vain, because in one fell swoop, Reina became introduced, to Florence’s crotch. Now becoming a throne herself, filling her whole body with a cold fire as widened eyes sharpened to razor daggers Reina could only look up at Florence’s face and scream a muffled cry.

”MMMMPH MMMM!” She whined in a muffle as all she saw was white. Just an endless sea of crotch and thighs that embraced her face, while her body flailed beneath the model. Now, not just kicking out of anger, but now desperation was added to the mix. Her lungs were burning, and her indignant whines weren’t helping. She had to think fast, she had to move fast, any less than a quick escape would mean she lost! That in her first match in LAW, the place she broke and repaired herself for, would be a squash match! A squash match that took place after all her boasting, all her pride for all the world to see! No, she couldn’t let this happen, she wouldn’t let this happen!

So while Florence smothered her between her heavenly legs, Reina attempted to push Florence off of her, slamming her hands into the model’s thick cheeks as she attempted to escape. Already feeling her lungs burn as much as her eyes from the position she was in.

[Crossedes]

Holy. Moley. Lots of wrestlers had given Flo the dirtiest looks in the world when she had suffered the indignity of having her plop on their faces. Many of them she felt sure would beat her down with a rusty metal pipe if they had the chance. A few others had quickly switched into submissive mode when they figured out she had them where she wanted them. But she couldn't remember having anyone look up at her from between her thighs with a sultrier look than the one Reina gave her, and what had already begun as heat from all the contact and tension between the two of them - the same sort of heat that caressed Flo in any good romp of a match - turned into an ache beneath her thin clothing. The flush started to mark her chest, her neck, her jaw, even her bellybutton.

Reina's shifting mouth and hot breath against her crotch made it that much more intense. The spicy Brit had to sigh and close her eyes to make sure she didn't lose all of her composure. This was working for her. The shit-eating smile returned as quickly as it had disappeared, however, and she wielded it every bit as capably as her weight and thighs to hold Reina in her place. "Can't hear you, love! Want to tell me that one again?" she asked, secretly hoping for all that motion against her womanly parts again. And just to work Reina's anger up that much more, she reached down to take a little squeeze of the woman's breast nestled behind her butt.

But Flo was distracted, and the trapped lioness still had all sorts of fangs. Getting too wrapped up in the fun, the session girl didn't expect to be shoved that hard from beneath. She guessed she should have - Reina was still the bigger of the two of them - but when she was, she teetered forward, landing on hands and knees with her crotch still on Reina's forehead but nothing else. "Oh, Christ." With Reina popping up from beneath her, she couldn't get enough balance to try and retaliate, and the effort to try - to seek to wrap her legs around Reina's head - ended up with her flat on her heavy chest with an angry, angry woman behind her.

She braced.

[king6y]

Reina is fed up.

Hot in the face and low on breath, every attempt at gaining air was met with only Florence’s rocking hips. She felt like her face was trapped in a sauna. As with every rock she felt, and every shit-eating grin she received from Florence, she didn’t know what it was, but some part of her got excited. Maybe it was the lack of air making her mind wander, or perhaps it was an internal need for a challenge that broke through her ego. But, whatever it was, there was at least something Reina knew.

Never before has she gotten this angry, never before has she felt this much rage in one match! Never before has she felt her blood boil this damn much in a match! But Florence was special, she pressed Reina's buttons in all the right ways and seemingly always had an answer to whatever she did.

Test of strength? Bullrush your opponent. Trapped in a smothering headlock? Simply rattle the other opponent's brain with a palm to the chin. For every step Reina made, Florence was right there with her neck and neck. And Reina hated it, she loved challenges, and she adored every chance to push herself to her limits! But only when that person she fought with deserved that from her!

And despite how she pegged her as a brawn over brains wrestler, Reina now knew just how far that was from the case. Florence had a mind and knew her way around the ring. She couldn't deny that. No matter how much her ego seethed and gnashed its fangs at the idea, she had to take this seriously, or else she'd wind up losing because she couldn't face reality.

So with faded sight, burning lungs, and reddened eyes, Reina's hands clapped Florence's cheeks in a thunderous spank! Launching the session wrestler off her face and resting on her forehead. Still stuck in an embarrassing position, but at least now she could breathe. Huffing and puffing as her lungs thanked the heavens for fresh air, Reina lazily tried to move away from Florence’s thighs of doom. Hoping, to rest against some ropes to pull herself up to think of a new strategy. But the moment Reina’s browns glanced at Florence’s face, her anger burnt away what exhaustion she had. Now, returning to her feet, Reina wanted nothing more than to give Florence a taste of her own medicine. So in a breathless puff, Reina stalked around Florence with a lioness grace. Watching her prey on its knees before the claws came out.

“Aw…where’s that energy ‘love?’” She teased, “Don’t tell me you’re done already.” She sighed stopping in front of Florence with that same anger-tinged smile from before. Just thinking of how many holds and slams she would do the Florence to make her pay. But with her opponent on her knees, and the taste of Florence still left on her tongue, Reina knew what she had to do.

So, now, grabbing a handful of her silver locks, Reina led Florence like a dog to the ropes and pushed her seated body into them. TIeing her arms between them before saying her last words to the silver bombshell for now.

"Since you were "so kind" to give me a taste of you before...allow me to return the favor.” And so with a tug of Florence’s chin, Reina forced her new rival to look up as she took a step between the ropes with her tree trunk legs framing either side of Florence’s face before dropping her weight on the doll’s neck and shoulders as she began to slowly rock back and forth with thrust after thrust. Forcing Florence’s mouth and nose into her crotch as a hoard of boos rained down on Reina as she used Florence like no more than a concubine.

Concubine’s place

[Crossedes]

Bracing... turned out to be the wrong choice. She should have whirled around, should have gone right back at the beauty who made such a good, angry bottom. Hindsight sucked like that. The angry blow she imagined amounted to her all but presenting her head to Reina like a dog waiting for pets, and Reina didn't have pets on her mind. No, she had a handful and a tug on all of Flo's beautiful hair on her mind, and like anyone who had grown her flowing locks for ten years, Flo couldn't hide her misery when all that hair became the most horrendously painful way to be yanked around. "Ooooohooooow! Not my- Aaaaagh!"

Flo brought her hands up to fight at the tugging, but it didn't do a thing - the pain distracted her too much. Pulling back was not an option, lest she lose half of the hair in Reina's grip, so the Brit scurried along on her knees and occasionally on her palms as Reina yanked her along, still yelping and complaining. If the woman wanted a dog, she had her. By the time they came to a stop, Flo had lost her headband, one hair bun, and surely more than fifty strands of hair, and she could do nothing more than hold her skull as she lay against the ropes. "Geez! Yours is about as long as mine, and I wouldn't pull it!" she whined.

But Reina didn't seem to care. Flo's eyes had squinted shut as she nurtured her tender scalp, but she popped them open as Reina tilted her head up again. Flo thought she might catch a kick across the face, and she again braced. Bracing, once more, failed her, but she only knew once both of Reina's shapely legs had dropped onto either side of her head and the woman's weight weighed on her chest, forcing her up onto her feet to stay upright in the ropes. Oh... crap. Her eyes widened. She had seen people do this before.

Before Flo could complain, she became part of the ride. In a club, having someone thrust her pussy into her face might have been a wild, enjoyable time. And come to think of it, had Reina gone slower, gentler, she might have enjoyed it even in the ring. But with Reina pounding Flo's face with her crotch, the doll could only squeak, flail, strain her abs to try and get up... and take it until she was looking over her head at the crowd as if they could spare her from Reina's wrath.

[king6y]

Oh, how the tables have turned.

In just a couple of minutes, the momentum of this match shifted once more. This time in the favor of Reina who decided to take her own swing at Florence’s move a moment ago. Thrusting and grinding away at the silver-haired beauty’s face as she looked down at her with a cocky grin plastered all over her face. Watching for what little of Florence’s expression she could see, she looked on as she saw Florence look to the crowd, begging for their support. That somehow their chants could save their precious curvaceous hero from Reina’s fury. Clapping and chanting,

“You can do it!”

“You can do it!”

“You can do it!”

And so their hero tried, gathering what strength she could to rise, straining and bulging her legs and abs to raise herself up. Even trying to break free from the ropes as the crowd’s cheers rose and rose, as they now shouted,

“FLO”
“FLO”
“FLO”

Tried their damnedest to urge her on as she tried to get up, squeaking and whining beneath the ebony wrestler as even Reina wasn’t immune to the pleasure. Shuddering after each wave after wave of lust seared through her body, making her body grind softer each time. Clouding her mind for a moment before the conqueror decided to use it to her advantage. With each grind and muffled yell Florence gave, Reina used that rush to tighten her thighs like a vise. Hoping to sinch in her smother even deeper. Hoping to keep the stronger woman down before she could make a comeback.

“Mmph! Stay down already!” Reina hissed tightening her hold further, trying her best to keep Florence’s body bound and tired. But with how much lust was going through her, how long could her body stay in synch with her mind?

[Crossedes]

She would tire out eventually, surely. Or get bored. Flo could conjure a lot of clever ideas in matches, but she struggled with this one, caught with ropes to her back and an amazon to her front and a pussy in her face and her arms caught in the ropes. It would have sounded like a good time in many situations, but Reina's lewd thrusting had Flo's skull jolting to the point that she worried her brain could fall out on the canvas, not to mention the toll it took on her nose and mouth. It wasn't the type of thing that made a woman tap - not that a tap would matter without an outright smother involved - but it had the Brit overwhelmed.

Oh, Reina figured out how to involve the smother, however. The pussy-ramming came to an end, but only because her thighs tightened, burying Flo's face in her crotch the same way the Brit had just buried Reina's face. Comeuppance, she supposed, but Reina's thighs had more meat to them than even her own. What could have only been a nose and mouth-crushing smother - which Flo had learned to handle over the years - also pounded pressure against her skull. Peeking up with worried eyes, Flo pawed and fingered at the crushing muscles of Reina's thighs and mewled muffled complaints into her lap, trying to kick her legs out to find freedom. She might have appreciated that she looked pretty hot in control if she hadn't been breathing woman-musk and having her dimples squeezed into brand-new shapes.

But the ref would bail her out. Having apparently not known if she should call for a rope break during the thrusting - and Flo couldn't blame her - the session girl could see from between Reina's legs as the set of stripes rushed, called for the break, and started counting. Flo just had to hold on for however Reina pushed the break. That was a long time to get acquainted with her crotch.

[king6y]

If looks could kill, this poor referee would’ve died two times over.

Right when Reina thought she had the win in the bag, she knew in her soul from Florence’s expression that the silver-haired beauty was only holding on by a thread! Just a few more minutes and she would win. Relishing in her soon-to-be victory, Reina’s excitement and pleasure melded into one as she waited for the beauty to pass out beneath her. But as she rocked against Florence’s face, and squeezed her thighs tighter, she felt a hand slap her shoulder.

Whirling around to see what the Ref wanted, the next 6 words she heard, made all that anger and fury at Florence u-turn towards the referee.

“You got to let her go!” she said, waving in front of Reina’s face telling her she was about to count to five.

“1!” She shouted. Reina couldn’t believe this.

"2!” the ref urged as Reina’s glared at them. Wishing for one second she could switch Florence with her.

“3!” She continued, now looking worriedly at Florence, before adding on, “Come on, you have to let her go!” TO which Reina gave the biggest eye roll of her life, the moment the ref hit- “4!” The conqueror relented, easing out of the hold as she went to a corner. Watching as the ref undid the ropes. Asking Florence if could she continue, waiting for her answer. As Reina waited to continue the match. Leaning in the corner as her eyes watched the current biggest annoyances in her life so far.