Amelie Roux vs. Bubbles Burste - The French Connection

[BlackAkuma]

Spanish, German, Chinese, Japanese, Mexican, Russian, Canadian, Portuguese…so many lovers worldwide. Bubbles had lost track of them all so she could’ve just been forgetting, but she was sure this would be her first time lying down with the French. It was astonishing when you considered how well-traveled she was, but that was how it panned out.

So far, she couldn't say she was dissatisfied with the results. Amelie lived up to the lofty reputation.

The Frenchwoman was just heavenly to touch. As a former bodybuilder, Bubbles always teamed with muscle and followed a strict diet and training regimen. That gave her immense strength, the likes of which you rarely saw in the hentai division, but it came at the cost of a pleasing form, making her body solid and stiff. Amelie had found the perfect balance, retaining a heavenly body to touch - just having her on top was bliss, feeling those curves slide against her body, letting those hips envelop her own, having these breasts pour over her chest. Bubbles wouldn’t trade her body for anything, but if she could’ve just swapped out with Mariah for a few minutes, long enough to experience what it was like to be smothered under such a fulsome beauty, she would’ve done so without a second thought.

When Amelie descended on her and pulled them into a smoldering kiss, she was more than welcoming, eager to lock lips. At first, everything was good, as the woman came at with a fantastic passion, one that the Virgin Killer was more than receptive to. She had no complaints.

That was, until she tried to breathe and realized that, well, she couldn't.

Bubbles began to struggle. A little at first, then harder, then harder still as she struggled to breathe even a wisp of air. She was being smothered - not the usual way, but a smother, nonetheless, and the longer it went on, the weaker she was becoming. Growing desperate, she tried to push at Amelie’s shoulder, hoping to get a second of relief.

[Devilish53]

The match was an unusual one, in that either woman seemed to shift between wanting to win it in earnest, to not caring at all if they were outright claimed. Amelie herself cared little for having a stellar win/loss record, so long as it didn't get in the way of finding encounters like this. Though that didn't mean Amelie came into these matches with intent to let her foe have her way with her.

Though damn if Bubbles didn't make her want to turn placid, over and over again...

Locking on firmly but with a grip that was far from unbreakable, Amelie began to ease up all the more after a few long seconds. Allowing those lips of hers to part Bubble's own - with a long trail of saliva briefly connecting them - Amelie's good looks were now hovering above Bubble's own. With a brief shake of her long green locks, Amelie would be creating something of a hair 'curtain' between them that cut them off from the outside world.

A position that made the moment all the more alluring, as Amelie didn't just break that kiss of hers to let Bubbles catch her breath. No, not as she flexed and pulled with her own thighs, to give a dominant grind straight down over Bubble's midriff - before that upwards grinding motion of hers made their breasts outright fight.

"There...much better..." She'd whisper, having found chance to seize control...

[BlackAkuma]

Bubbles was just starting to see stars when Amelie finally broke the kiss, letting her take in sweet gulps of oxygen once more. The Virgin Killer gasped and sputtered under her fulsome opponent, struggling to fill her lungs, even as her foe pressed down on her from above. It was a genuinely dominating display that demonstrated just how dangerous her opponent could be - if she had been a smaller woman with less air to spare, that might have been the end of the match right there.

It may be time to rethink her approach. Up the intensity by a couple of notches.

Amelie was all over her, pressing down, threatening to flatten her with an oppressive grind. Not a terrible prospect, Bubbles was tempted to let her go wild, but she knew better after that kiss of death. She enjoyed the feeling of their the slapping body’s for a few seconds later, committing it to memory, before she sprung into action.

”It’s good, yeah.” She took on a vulpine grin. ”But let me see if I can’t do you one better.”

Her hands stopped their caressing of Amelie’s back and moved to more direct targets - namely, her breast. She latched onto both tits and clamped on with a strong, unflinching squeeze, groping and grabbing as she began to sit up and push her foe back. As fun as all the soft stuff was, Bubbles’ engine had been sufficiently revved up - now, she was about taking control.

[Devilish53]

Amelie's grinds were slow, but painfully firm. Had Bubbles of been a lesser woman, she likely would have tapped out from the pressure alone. Instead, being the woman she was, this was simply more of what she was used to - more of what she expected. This woman had already carried her aloft akin to a child, so it was hardly a surprise Amelie could press this hard.

Though the press all at once stopped as Bubbles decided to get handsy. With her strong mitts latching onto the French giants goods, Amelie would at once come back thanks to the force put upon them! Biting a genuine moan of pain given the pressure on her bust, Amelie was torn between trying to resist to salvage the situation and top spot, or outright give way to save her bosom!

Instead, she was somewhat left in limbo, with her hands coming to Bubble's own wrists to try and firmly pry them off. Whilst slowly teetering back all the same!

[BlackAkuma]

From one owner of ginormous breasts to another, Bubbles could sympathize with Amelie better than most could. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for her own tits to be squeezed, and oftentimes not with the most tender of care. She could hardly blame women for going wild on them when given half the chance, they were so big that they practically came with a ‘Squeeze Me’ sticker plastered on them, but it could be a testing experience.

She wouldn’t hold back, though, not when Amelie had proven herself to be such a dangerous foe. She gripped on tight and kept pushing up, sitting and getting to her knees, then planting a foot on the bed and starting to stand. It was right about at this time that Amelie’s grasping fingers proved too much to ignore, but that was fine - she had other plans, anyway.

Bubbles let go of Amelie’s breasts, slipped one hand between her legs while the other grabbed her by the shoulder, and stood up with the Frenchwoman in her clutches. As soon as she was up in full height, she took a step forward, teetering on the edge of the bed, then jerked back and tried to hurl Amelie through the air, looking to send her careering across the mattress with a fallaway slam.

[Devilish53]

There were many things Amelie was expecting upon the mattress. A fallaway slam was not one of them.

With the grip upon her huge bust not only numbing her but arching her back, Amelie could but paw at the hands that came to her. Trying in vain to slow Bubbles down, Amelie might as well have been the size of Mariah with how easily the muscular woman handled her. Though she was rather grateful that her bust was finally free of Bubble's squeezing fingers!

Pulled up and over, it was yet another painless slam that filled the room yet one that would disorientate Amelie all the same. Landing face down against the mattress, with her figure teetering off the bed, one arm would sway off the end of it with her other arm pushing beneath herself. She'd try as she could to sit up, but she didn't imagine Bubbles would be the sort to let a chance like this slide.

A chance to take full control, needless to say.

[BlackAkuma]

”Woo!”

Bubbles let out a loud whoop as she sent Amelie flying overhead, feeling a surge throughout her body at the effort. She was so used to tossing more petite women around with ease that it was always a wild feeling when she had to put honest-to-God effort into a move like that, as if her body forgot what it was like to exert itself sometimes, and the results couldn't be ignored. Though this wasn’t near as hard a surface as a wrestling ring, it looked like it had sufficiently knocked the wind out of her, leaving her open for whatever Bubbles could want. And oh, did she have ideas.

Smelling blood in the water, Bubbles pounced on the voluptuous Frenchwoman, leaping on her back and quickly moving over to straddle her hips. She reached around the woman’s chest and grabbed her breasts once again, latching on tight as she pulled her up.and slid her legs under the shoulders.

A Camel Clutch. Her own special groping version of it.

[Devilish53]

The bigger, buffer of the two was evidently eager to turn things up a notch - perhaps in hopes of either acquiring a win suddenly and hastily, or weakening her opponent to the point where even basic resistance was a no go!

Heaved up and over with her figure painlessly rolling across the bed, Amelie wouldn't be allowed to even reach a push-up posture before the bigger gal was on her again. With that plentiful rear sat fully upon her lower back, Amelie was going nowhere any time soon, and that was before Bubbles even saw fit to lock in her actual move.

That being a camel clutch, if with a variant that suited either woman wrestling!

Baring her teeth as her face contorted in pain, the sensual touch upon her massive, heaving breasts was completely overwhelmed by the agony of the camel clutch. With flexibility her weakest suite, and Bubbles pouring on the power even if inadvertently, Amelie could but kick her feet against the bed sheets as the hold went on. With hopes that Bubbles was exerting herself in holding this move - given that a voluntary release on Bubbles part was for now the only means of escape Amelie could imagine!

[BlackAkuma]

With such ginormous breasts of her own, you would think that Bubbles wouldn’t care much for the tits of other women, but the opposite couldn't be more accurate. There were few things in life that the Virgin Killer enjoyed more than getting her hands on a pair of lovely melons, even if they didn’t happen to match hers. Just the feel of them, the flesh between her fingers, the way they gave and blossomed, the sensation of slick sweat…

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Could it get any better?

Yes.

As Bubbles bent Amelie further and further back, she switched tactics and brought her hands to Amelie’s chin, forcing her to stare up at the ceiling. As much as she hated letting go of those beautiful mammaries, this wasn’t a submission match. It was a smother match, so she needed to get that lovely face into the proper position.

Bubbles cranked the Frenchwoman’s head up, further and further, until she was at a good enough angle for her breasts to drop down over her features, smothering her with the enveloping underside of her tits.

[Devilish53]

Amelie's very limited flexibility wasn't the worst part of being in this hold. It was that all of a sudden, the fatigue of this encounter had begun to pour in. It was hardly a surprise that all of her muscles were aching, given the size of the woman she was handling, but the adrenaline was finally starting to wear off now that she was no longer in an outright lustful position against the giant. Nay, it was pure pain for a good long moment, with the sensual feeling of her bust being rubbed overshadowed entirely by the muscular girl arching her this way.

Though damn if Bubble's didn't even things out a little with her next 'adjustment'...

What was bared teeth became an open mouth, as Amelie's grunts became rather curious moans. The pain on her back was naturally highlighted all the more as Bubble's bent her more out of shape, but now instead of simply facing the ceiling or the wall, Amelie was back in Bubble's gigantic bust.

Her entire body was tingling as Bubble's naturally held on with ease, where as Amelie herself could only rub down the thighs of her captor alongside kicking out her feet. Slowly but surely, the French giant was beginning to weaken in excessive fashion...