Bedroom Warfare

[Devastated]

Isabella couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle as she heard Heather's complaints. Even more so when Heather mentioned their next match, the blonde would lean down with her head a bit, pressing her forehead down against Heather's. She'd press herself down against Heather as much as she could, trying to physically dominate her rival's body.

" Only if you manage to impress tonight." Isabella teased, as she would then suddenly push up. She'd slide her chest up towards Heather's face, trying to plop her impressive bust down and trap Heather in a breast smother. All the while keeping those hands of her rival pinned against the bed.

"So try your hardest, Heather Sunderland." she'd once again tease as she would rub her chest down against Heather's face.

[TiefBlau]

Heather winces a little as she felt her forehead pushing against her own, wriggling just slightly with the girl just..overwhelming her a little with this--style of matchup the two were competing in. Her chest felt like it was about to burst, gritting her teeth up at her before she felt her suddenly push herself upwards. Her eyes widened as that sizable chest just--dropped right onto her face, pinning her firmly in that smother hold.

"Mmgph!! mmph!!" She let out loud muffled whines and whimpers against her chest, her face burning up yet again as she lift her hips just a bit. She was clenching her fists tightly as she pinned her down, desperately pushing up with those arms as her head was moved back and forth with her rubbing, feeling a deep daze settling in almost immediately from the warmth and softness.

[Devastated]

Isabella smirked as she began to lower her breasts down, allowing her sizable bust to engulf and covers Heather's face. Her nose and mouth blocked off from air and with it came the muffled yelps and whimpers from Heather. She would feel how Heather began to shake her head and squirm underneath her. She felt Heather struggle, lifting her hips and trying to dislodge the blonde.

Isabella would push down, trying to force her weight down against Heather even further, looking to keep her rival firmly pinned down on the bed and trapped in that breast smother. " You're going to have to do better than that, Miss Sunderland." Isabella mocked as she would rub her breasts down against her rival's face.

[TiefBlau]

Heather whines out loudly as she was just--struggling and squirming down beneath Isabella. Her body wriggles left and right, trying to find some way out of this engulfing smother hold that was was put in. "Mgmmp-h---mmphh---M-mmhmph!!" She let out more whines and whimpers, clenching her fists tightly as she pushed down even moreso.

She had to find some way out of this, whining and whimpering out, bucking her hips over and over. She just--thrust her body up and down, pushing as much as she could to just--somehow shove her off of her--keeping up her frantic struggles.

[Devastated]

The blonde couldn't help but enjoy her top position over Heather, she felt that struggle underneath her, and the whines and whimpers of Heather was only making it an even more enjoyable experience for Isabella Brandt. The struggles of Heather began to grow wilder though, Isabella felt as the purple haired girl bucked her hips and trashed about, then suddenly managed to roll the pair over!

Isabella would blink in surprise as Heather managed to get the top position, which made Isabella try and untangle their legs and try to slide them up towards Heather's waist and instead lock in a waist-scissor hold, she aimed to keep their hands clasped together in their strength contest though.

"Good try." Isabella said with a smirk as she would flex with her legs, "What say we settle the question of who has the stronger legs tonight." A challenge thrust right at Heather by Isabella, as she wanted to fire up her rival a bit.

[TiefBlau]

Heather took in a sharp gasp of air as she managed to force the two of them over. She was able to get a spot atop Isabella, wriggling around just a little to try and move up--only to feel Isabella lock her legs around her waist! The squeezing sensation made her squirm and wriggle quite a bit, whining out from the feeling, gripping at her hands firmly.

"Nngkh..A-as if you'd come anywhere close. Dream about having..nngh..as strong legs as I do!!" She just had to endure it at the moment, arching her body as her knees slid upwards, she was just..pressing against the bed as much as she could, trying to press and push herself upwards to somehow break free of her legs, knowing she just--had all the advantage here with her arms still being captured.

[Devastated]

The waist scissor was locked in tight and Isabella began to squeeze, she smirked a bit as she heard the struggle in Heather's voice as she spoke, and could only help but not to let out a soft chuckle at her rivals confidence. She watched as Heather began to slide with her knees and began to force herself up, the head of Isabella tilted to the right as she looked on at Heather, she wasn't sure what the purple haired beauty was doing, but she chose to focus on her scissor regardless to squeeze even harder on Heather's core.

As Heather continued to move up though the hold of their hands became rather difficult to continue, slowly bring pried apart as Heather kept pushing upwards. "Tch." Isabella licked her tongue as she would break off their hand locks, and place her hands down below her own frame on the bed to prop herself up a bit. "Then how about a bet dear Heather. A change of the rules...victory can only be attained by a scissor hold submission." Isabella smugly suggested to her rival, if Heather wanted to remain confident in her strong legs then Isabella was going to challenge that pride head on with her own!

[TiefBlau]

Heather squirms and wriggles a bunch underneath ISabella, huffing with her attempt at just--pushing herself from this position as much as she could, struggling to just press and push herself upwards. Finally though, she felt Isabella release her hands, pressing them down to prop herself up like that. She clicks her tongue at Isabella's challenge, averting her eyes a little.

"I..Hmph..A-as limiting as that sounds..fine then!! If you wanna do it that kind of way, I'm open for it! Just..don't complain when you're tapping out between my thighs!" She let out, using her freed hands to just--try and shove at Isabella as hard as she could, wanting to force herself fully free so she could roll and get up on her knees.

[Devastated]

There was a cocky smirk on Isabella's face as she would see the pained expression on Heather's face, she watched as Heather would huff and struggle to deal with the pain of her scissor hold. Isabella threw her challenge Heather's way and she heard Heather accept it, nodding her head as she did only for her to then suddenly squeeze a bit harder, tightening her legs around that waist and abdomen of Heather's, seeking to put as much of a pressure as she could on her rival's core!

Heather's hands began to shove Isabella down though, pushing and forcing her down into the bed as the purple haired wrestler began to push up and started to get higher up. Clicking her tongue, Isabella would feel as she was starting to end up in a bad position, with Heather on her knees like she was...but the blonde chose to continue her squeeze.

" We'll see who ends up tapping out between who's thighs. Heather Sunderland~" Isabella cockily challenge Heather as she would try and flex her thighs once more to increase the pressure again for a few seconds.