Diana Accera vs Sylvie Leblanc: Steamy Eurobrawl!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Uuughh!" The silver-haired French grappler was forced to exhale sharply as her breasts were hit broadside-on by the Italian stunner's impressively hefty rack and their flat bellies slammed together as they clung together, riding out the aftershock of the stunning blow.

"Guess that answered... that outstanding question," Sylvie gasped, out of breath: her opponent was certainly giving away no weight or firmness in the boob department for sure! "Oh, well: no going back now," the French woman chided herself as she pulled back far enough to pivot at the waist and shoulders...swinging both heavy breasts across Diana's; trying to smash the other woman's succulent orbs sideways with the mammary equivalent of a right hook!

[Devilish53]

The fight was by no means standard in the world of a woman who went into every encounter expecting not to be able to stand properly by the end, but Diana did not consider herself above it. Especially with this sort of figure before her; one whom was evidently keen on continuing the fight she started, with interest on who came out on top!

Tutting with a grin at the silver haired beauties response, Diana found Sylvie responding almost with a hooking motion of her chest. Figure swinging out far and wide, Diana could do little to prepare for that blow as it came in, not that she did know how. She was more used to trying to avoid horrendous hay-makers or swinging roundhouses, not a large, flying bust!

Crying out somewhat as Sylvie made contact, the Italian seemed to have found herself in over her head, as she merely stood before the blonde, hands hugging her breasts as if they were just done in!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Ahhhh... yesss!" Sylvie gasped in surprised delight, almost punching the air as her opponent stood motionless apparently in a temporary state of virtual shock, hands hugging her breasts as if they had just received the equivalent of a titty KO.

Leaning forward the silver haired wrestler went in hard, arms enveloping her opponent in a tight squeeze as she forced Diana's elbows out the way, trying to bring their straining breasts into contact once more for what she hoped would be a coup de grace of sorts. Tightening her grip around the other woman's torso she cried out her trademark "Allez-oop!" call which is also familiar in France as the cry of a circus acrobat about to leap.

[Devilish53]

Her arms slapped out of the way as if they were but a minor hindrance to the busty silver haired figures intentions, Diana let loose another uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp, as Sylvie this time not only forced her chest upon her, but used her arms to ensure Diana's bust wouldn't be pulling away from her any time soon!

"You certainly..have a interesting way of fighting.." She groans with but one eye opened, the other clenched shut as her hands pushed softly upon Sylvie's hips. The feeling, besides the moderate squeezing from this model-like beauty, was hardly the worst after all, and with how the match had been building so far, the Italian wasn't exactly showing great force when it came to trying to escape!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Feeling Diana's warm hands bracing on her hips, staring into the Italian's smouldering eyes, Sylvie notices their breathing getting heavier as she tightens her grip once more, her own nipples hardening as the grinding compression increases the erogenous surface tension between the wrestlers’ trapped and straining breasts somewhat exponentially.

Watched raptly by an increasingly quiescent and appreciative crowd, Sylvie’s athletic body squirms deliciously against her rival’s equally-toned frame in an all-out attempt to crush the Italian woman into an outrageously busty submission. “…. I'd … submit quickly… if I were you...” the French woman grunts in warning, lifting her opponent on tiptoes as she piles on the pressure. "...if you don't want your... luscious boobs... permanently rearranged!"

[Devilish53]

Finding her foe embracing her even more so with a firm hand, Diana arches back a moment, grinding her bust up the silver haired beauties own, as she tilts her head to her side in curiosity. Eyes down low, Diana looks upon her flailing legs, with it seeming more and more likely she was about to leave the floor outright in that seducing grip as the seconds passed. But higher up her frame, Diana didn't need to see what was happening to know it. Her hips firmly grinding over Sylvie's as the silver haired broad pulled her in, Diana let a coo as quiet as a whisper free, as she began to feel a tad bit more lustful in her predicament!

Hands sliding a shade high, finding their home upon Sylvie's shoulders, the Italian remained adamant that no matter how erotic her scenario, she was no-ones ragdoll. Pushing for a moment, testing the grip of her foe, Diana then tensed forward with her head passing by against Sylvie's own, with it soon resting on the girls shoulders. Her foe may have had the dominant hold, but it was Diana who remained determined to hold control, as she used her grip of her foes shoulders to push her own insanely stiff bust down hard!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Sylvie felt the pressure immediately as Diana gripped her shoulders in order to press down on her hard, boob to boob and the French woman groaned as the pressure ramped up quickly. But as the silver-haired hottie tightened her own grip and squeezed back it quickly became a case of the irresistible force meets the immovable object(s) as both women's boobs bore the brunt of the exchange. Sylvie's nipples were massively erect now and she felt the Italian woman's equally stiff nubs still boring into hers as she fought to bend her opponent backwards, praying that her desperate efforts would come to fruition before she blacked out from the intolerable pressure of this crazy stand-off!

[Devilish53]

The contact between the two may have been somewhat even, but with Diana forced nearly off her feet entirely, her frame was ripe for the pressing. Her own hands were doing what they could, but gravity was both of use and against the Italian's efforts. So long as she stayed in control of herself and kept her frame tensed, and chest pushed straight into Sylvie's own set, she could match the beauty for her own efforts. But the moment the Italian took a moment to breath, her frame would inevitably soften to make way for that fresh air. Time that could be taken by her white haired foe to really press in.

"GHh...MMMMPH!" That inevitable need for air finally hitting the Italian, Diana would find her troubles practically doubled, as Sylvie opted to bend her nearly in half! A single arm slipping from her foe as she let loose quite the sexual roar, with her abs piercing sharply into Sylvie's own. They might have hurt somewhat given how toned the Italian was, but such feeling would be nothing compared to what the dark haired amazon was going through, as Sylvie's bosom practically impaled her own!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Sylvie barely had time to gasp in a ragged breath of her own. Then, as one of the Italian's arms slipped from her body, she found she was able to turn the screw yet again; attempting this time to rush Diana off her feet so that she could splash land on her opponent as she hit the canvas. With their bosoms and abs still locked together Sylvie was confident that would be enough to set up the first fall... assuming that her opponent didn't counter her in some way she wasn't expecting in the meantime....

[Devilish53]

Prime position for a somewhat sexual ragdolling, Diana found her eyes widening and a rather cute, if uncharacteristic yelp of surprise, escape for her lips. Evidently amongst her moment of enjoying Sylvie's amazing body against her, even if it was a touch tight, Diana had found herself in a rare moment where she simply wasn't paying attention. A moment utterly used against her, as Sylvie's huge chest practically speared into her own, with the rest of her body following!

Crashing against the mat with a horrific cry, legs and arms spasming around the white haired figures form, Diana laid as flat as could be after those limbs had fallen. Her foe having obviously fallen on top of her with intent to keep her there, poor Diana could but moan and arch her head back; presenting her rather sweaty neck to her foe, as she let loose that long pained wheeze of hers.