Reality Is Never Disappointing (for Teenwrestler)

[Winter]

Nat almost started to snicker when her kick made him crumple in front of her. She let him fall to his knee, lording over him for a moment, and she planned to follow up by giving him a sharp shin-kick to the side of his neck to knock him the rest of the way to the floor. Then, she could truly gloat, and he would not get up too soon from that if she hit it squarely.

Her leg lifted, but in the same moment, she felt both of those big hands grip her legs. "Get-" Before she could say off, Nat let out a shrill yelp as he yanked on both of her legs - hard - and sent her unceremoniously, with scarcely a chance to break her fall, tumbling backward to the mat. She threw out her hands and used them to slow her descent enough that she didn't smack her tailbone, but that was the only boon she could muster before she found herself flat, groaning from the sudden shock of being thrown off of her feet.

Before she could come up with an answer (or even much of an acknowledgement) for Jacob's retaliation, she felt his considerable weight land atop her.

She grunted and brought her hands up, but she defended the wrong parts of herself, ending up with her hands just pressed against the rippling muscles in his sides while his whole arm consumed her neck. Nat gasped, knowing he had gotten the better of the exchange and already wincing from the painful way he wrenched on it to drag her closer until her chin and lower lip were crushed against his hard shoulder. That gave her a whiff of that cologne...

The Stunner could feel his legs winding into hers, and experienced both with and against the grapevine, she tried to counter, to drag her legs closer together or tuck them nearer her own body, but she acted too late. And the gasp that left her lips when he trapped her legs into the grapevine - and by extension, gave her a good feel of him as he held her down, trapped beneath him - dwarfed the first one.

Fuck, this was not where she wanted to have ended up so soon... And for once, she did not have a snide answer to his words, instead wriggling and prying with her hands against his burly figure to try and free one of her legs or her neck.

[Teenwrestler]

It may not have looked like it thanks to his chauvinistic attitude but Jacob Masters was quite the capable wrestler when it came down to it. He showed off some of his impressive skills by counter Nat's advances by grabbing her legs and taking her down to the wrestling mat before quickly pouncing on top of her in a full body pin while wrapping his arm around her neck and pulling her head close to his chest. His legs wrestled against hers to trap her in a grapevine, after fighting with her back and forth eventually he managed to interlock his feet with hers and began to spread her legs wide while his groin pressed down against hers to finally lock in the grapevine despite the awkward touching of their crotches.

Jacob would press his chin against the top of her head and squeeze his arms against her neck tightly while forcing her face to grind against his chest while shaking his body left and right on top of her. "Camera's are rolling Princess, what you got huh?" he mocked her as the two engaged in some mat wrestling. "When's the last time you washed that sports bra? Is it the same one you had on yesterday in the gym and you just wore the sweat stained one back?" he said with a grin to try and get under her skin.

The Perfect Storm would try to keep his position on top of her, giving the camera's a sexy shot of him dominating the so-called Stunner.

[Winter]

From beneath Jacob, Nat seethed more than her face betrayed. Yes, this presented an early problem for her, though he could have made it far worse. In part, he did, given the way he rocked back and forth, making that feel of him even more obvious than before. But the contact and the difficulty of her circumstances paled in comparison to knowing he looked dominant and her the weaker on the cameras in this moment... and that he, no doubt, enjoyed himself. Those two factors, the narcissistic stunner could not abide. Appearance made the wrestler.

Not answering his words, Nat instead continued pawing and groping at the muscles in his arms, pretending she believed she had any way out by simply peeling him off of her. But in reality, her mind raced in preparation for the one move she could see herself making from her disadvantaged position, since, despite the power in her legs, she could not simply throw him off of her.

No, Nat grunted in effort as she clasped both of her hands together and swung them up as hard as she could to try and smash them into the back of Jacob's skull - that squishy part at the base of it. Their being around the same height made it easier to reach than she imagined, and if she could get him to loosen his grip on her neck for only a moment... he would have a pair of perky, "sweaty" breasts, as he seemed to think they were, in his face as she dragged his head down into them.

[Teenwrestler]

This was perfect, Jacob had a wide grin on his face while he deliberately rubbed his body all over her and made sure to spread his legs as wide as he could in the grapevine just to put pressure on her groin. Biting his lower lip he would continue to press down his chiseled and deodorant drenched body on top of Nat while his arms squeezed her head harder and harder right around the back of her neck and lower head area. He would forcefully press her face against his chest too as an extra layer of humiliation until suddenly he felt a sharp pain across the back of his own head making him grunt out in pain and relinquish his own hold on her. "Owwww w-what the heck?!" he complained after being struck by a double axle hand strike.

The strike left him vulnerable and soon he found Nat's hands grab the back of his head and push it down against her sports bra for a breast smother. "MMHFMFMFM?!" he mumbled in surprised as his hands flailed about in the air. The submission left him in panic and he released the grapevine too now that he was being smothered out and left breathless. He wanted to pull away from the woman who kept him on top. His hands eventually grabbed her shoulders looking to push and pry off but she had a good grip on him.

His legs flailing about as he flipped and flopped on top of her like a fish out of water, struggling to breathe. "Mmfmfmfmfmfm!" he continued to mumble against her breasts.

[Winter]

Nat almost purred when her escape plan worked. Her attempt to club his head caught him perfectly, and the briefest moment of weakness from him left to the opportunist taking every advantage. She got him tight enough into her breasts that a touch of panic struck in him, and the stunner preyed on panic. The shove turned quickly into a hug of his head to force him more deeply between her tits, and as his grip on her came unlatched, Nat clicked her tongue and grinned at the ceiling while he fought and writhed.

Time to work the psyche. Nat grimaced as Jacob pushed on her, but she could still talk her way through any storm of strength. "Still trying to talk? You should save your breath, silly boy," Nat teased, with an attractive flick of her hair, as she held tight to the man atop her. "And it's nice to have you quiet. In fact..."

Choosing to add more constriction to her hold and knowing he would eventually free himself from her far weaker arms, Nat's long, toned legs both flew up to snap around Jacob's broad midsection. She crossed her ankles - a difficult act considering the width of his torso compared to most women she faced - and grunted with the effort of putting a squeeze on him while she held him between them. Knotted muscles sent dimples through her thighs and calves as she flexed them, and after the first pulse of pressure, she tried to turn to throw them both on their sides so she could continue to squeeze and smother him without his weight atop her, robbing her of breath.

[Teenwrestler]

It was always tough wrestling woman and it was even more of a challenge when you wrestle a woman who knows what she's doing on the mat. Jacob's submission was expertly counter by Nat who broke off his grip with a strike to the back of his head leaving him stunned enough for her to embrace him in a breast smother while on top. With his face pressed against her tits, he started to panic due to the lack of fresh air and with that he lost his grip on the grapevine with all of his focus devoted to trying and escaping the smother.

Nat knew she had the male wrestler and would now pay him back for his taunts. He continued to moan and mumble against her chest, unable to speak thanks to the smother. It was about to get worse as the Stunner wrapped her legs around his torso and shoved to the side to have them both shifted to their side with the Perfect Storm trapped in the body scissor and breast smother submission. "*Mmmfmfmf*cough*Mffmfmfmf!" he moaned louder now thanks to the squeeze of the scissors.

He was started to sweat, Nat had him good. Jacob would roll to the side again and again as the flat-mates rolled about here and there on the mats exchanging positions before ending up back on their sides once more. Out of desperation he would reach up with one hand to grab her hair and give it a harsh yank while with the other he would press his palm against her mouth and nose as tightly as he could for a hand smother!

[Winter]

Nat loved to savor her own dominance. With the burly boy trapped in her most feminine features - well, maybe aside from her ass - she could not have felt more contentment. When they ended up on their sides, she gave him another harsh squeeze with her legs, happy to wear down those sculpted abs of his until they offered her no surrender. Another bodyscissor later, if she already had his belly turned into mush, would truly leave him in desperate straits. And she loved an opponent in desperate straits.

"This might be humiliating enough to work for our stipulation, no? Tapping out to a pair of tits? What will they say about you after you do that, roomie?", she continued, her voice sweet even through her heavy breathing. That breathing became heavier as his fighting led to them rolling. Nat winced when he ended up on top of her again, and certainly their tumbling here and there felt awful to her elbows. However, the raven-haired Belgian kept her grip tight and relentless, squeezing him whenever he got too out of hand.

Then he took a handful of her thick black hair. Nat yelped and started to crush him harder. "You get your handNMMMPH!"

She would have rather he kept hold of her hair. Instead, his large hand slapped over her nose and mouth, and shocked when her first attempt to breathe resulted in not an ounce of air, the Sapphire Stunner's eyes flew wide in panic, and her body jolted. Her hands came off of his head to pull at the strong hand suffocating her, to no avail.

[Teenwrestler]

The intensity of the match was picking up now, the two rolled about on the wrestling mats with visible sweat stains on the light blue mats. Nat was squeezing his waist with her legs leaving him to moan out against her breasts. She was right though, the breast smother was indeed considered a humiliating submission move and if he were to submit it would no doubt certainly count towards a finish but the male wrestler was not counting on submitting so early. Instead after stopping on their sides once more he would reach out to grab her hair and give it a firm yank before smothering her with his palm, giving her a taste of her own medicine via a smother move of his own albeit a lot less humiliating.

His trick worked and he found himself free from the smother. His hands released both of his grip and grabbed her thigh, pushing it down to escape the body scissor before quickly pushing her over down onto her back and mounting her chest. He panted heavily, stroking his hair back before quickly scooting forward to have his crotch press up against her chin.

"Hah we could have gotten to know each other in a normal roomie, like over tea but you chose this! Fine by me" he said grabbing the back of her head with both of his hands and pushing her face up and pressing it against his brief clad crotch for a facesit smother!

[Winter]

Nat tried not to waste energy and breath prying his hand off of her mouth. Unfortunately for her pride in her mental acuity and her cool, with every inkling of air taken from her, the Stunner could not help but give into enough hysteria that she went to pulling at each of his fingers individually to try and catch one breath. Save for moving his pinky, she couldn't manage, and more frantic desperation filled her eyes while he held her shut tightly enough that she couldn't open her lips cleanly to bite his palm.

When he had his freedom, however, Jacob let her go, and Nat pulled in repeated, loud, heavy breaths, her chest heaving as he turned her onto her back. Immediately, the claws came out, with her planning to scratch out his eyes if she needed. "You stupid, brutish son of a- ugn!" She stopped short and coiled with a grimace when his weight landed on her chest, stopping her from catching up on her breathing. The Belgian stared up, seething, at his... powerful frame lording over her while he brushed off his hair. Had he not been a petite merde, Nat might have gotten quite a bit more excited, or enjoyed this view later.

But as it turned out, the petite merde lived up to his name as she felt his package - now she could not ignore him in those trunks - press up against her chin. With his weight now tilted on her neck, Nat rasped a wordless complaint about his boldness. Again, any other man who looked like him, and with no audience watching... but for him, she merely glared, raising a fist like she was going to pound it into his crotch as he spoke. "You do... more than this and-"

Nat's words came to a close as the bastard grabbed her head, pulled it forward, and gave the stunner a deep and intimate understanding of what lay behind his briefs as he smashed her mouth and nose against their fabric. The stunner groaned in her throat and flew into action, swinging the fists she had formed at anything she could hit - mostly his thighs, abs, and forearms - to free herself from having to kiss his bulge.

[Teenwrestler]

The tide of the match once again shifted and the male wrestler was once again on top, literally! After making his way out of the suffocating smother, he figured he would have to dish out the same in order to gain the humiliating submission move. Pushing her over onto her back, he mounted her chest and got closer before laughing off the warning that the Belgian had to give him. Giving no heed to her threats, he scooted even further until his crotch was pressing against her chin and thereafter he grabbed the back of her head, stuffing her face against his briefs for a facesit smother! He bit his lower lip, feeling her beautiful face being smothered by his brief clad manhood as he tried to make her submit.

Instead, she began to swing her fists into his thighs, abs and forearms in panic. He gritted his teeth and bucked around, keeping the smother in for a few minutes before the trashing caused him to lose balance and he decided to let go. "I thought you Europeans were supposed to be good submission wrestlers, you can barely keep up roomie" he taunted, kicking her in the waist to make her roll over onto her front. If that worked, Jacob would mount the small of her back and smack his forearm into her upper back to keep her down! If everything went according to plan, he would begin the next phase of his plan of action.

Leaning forward, he would try to grab her tight sweaty sports bra and begin to peel it off her, getting it rolled over her shoulders and then strip it off her before waving it around. Jacob would then attempt to wrap it around her face and neck before pulling it back, using it a makeshift weapon to allow a vicious camel clutch while choking her with her own bra!