Locked In (Shelby "Little Dollie" Marwood vs Cleo Hulbury)

[Flamintree]

Pain blossomed all over her body with each hit, but Shelby did her best to endure Cleo's pummelling. To be honest, her rival probably had enough strength to beat the Little Dollie off of her, but each precious second that she managed to hold on was another drain on her enemy's stamina.

Her grip was strong at first, but she could feel her hold gradually beginning to weaken. It wasn't a matter of willpower; rather, each strike from Cleo shifted her smaller opponent somewhat, and over time that built up into Shelby's grip slipping. She needed to act before she lost her hold entirely and found herself in a bad spot.

And so, she waited for when she assumed Cleo would be most off guard. Right as her enemy began to wind up for another strike, the Little Dollie's hands suddenly leapt free of Cleo's skin and rose up to make a grab for her hair. Her head pulled away from her rival's breast, taking in a huge breath as Shelby tried to push their bodies together for a test of strength.

[Bare]

Cleo was in absolute agony right now as Dollie continued to bite and gnaw at her breast, trying and failing to beat the pinkette off of her with a barrage of fists and elbows to the back and even a claw to make her let go. Unfortunately however it wasn't fast acting but it WAS having an effect, Cleo could tell since the grip was slackening on her tit but god was it not happening fast enough. All she needed was for the woman to let go and she'd be fine!

Well as the saying went careful what you wish for cause in the next moment Dollie would release Cleo's tit... only to lean back and reach up grabbing her hair instead with both hands! "UGH!" Cleo groaned out in pain, her own hands on instinct moving to grab Shelby's own hair, pulling it as she mashed her admittedly very sore chest against the smaller girl, trying to win the impromptu test of strength, however Cleo was hurting and sore and unprepared and she could already feel herself losing ground out of the gate.

[Flamintree]

Was there a better feeling being on your knees in a match, than sapping a rival's strength so that you could dominate them later? Shelby would be hard pressed to find a more satisfying feeling.

She held her rival close, smashing their breasts together and squeezing tight to rob Cleo of her energy. Her arms locked around her opponent's sides, keeping the two of them close together for as long as she could manage while pushing her chest into their chocolate rivals.

Smaller in stature she may be, Shelby could tell that the battle between their chests was an even match. Either way, it didn't particularly matter to her who won this exchange; after all, this match would only end when one of them cried uncle or when the morning came, and she had no intention to do the former.

Worst come to worst, she reasoned, she would be able to recoup any losses she suffered right now later on, when her superior stamina lended her the upper hand. As intense as the moment was, she couldn't resist a little taunting. She leaned into Cleo, whispering quietly so the camera couldn't hear.

"What's wrong? Even though you're bigger than me, you can't just overpower me?"