No Holds Barred between a veteran and a cat; Heather Sunderland vs Felix Argyle

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Felix groaned a bit as he recovered from the hard impact against the turnbuckle. He looked up through his legs to see Heather trying to clean her face off before psyching herself up to attack before making a little taunt before finally rushing at him. However, she gave him plenty of time to get ready. He held his bent position trying to seem vulnerable as she approached. Then, he grabbed onto the ropes and lifted his body up high avoiding her attack. Then he dropped himself hoping to land on Heather's chest as she misses the drop kick.

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Heather let out a little gasp as her dropkick just--slipped right through, missing him completely with that lift of his body! "Nngkh!!" She grunt just slightly, landing on her back with that miss--before Felix came crashing right down at her in her vulnerable spot! The impact rocked her a good amount, knocking the air out of her with her chest being smooshed, a whine and groan coming from her mouth.

"Ag--gkh!! D-damnit!" She curses out under her breath, shaking her head a bit, wiggling to try and somehow slip out of this position!

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Felix giggled at her reaction as his massive ass cheeks squished her breasts. He turned his head to look behind his back seeing his plush bottom pressing down into his opponent's tits. He then started to grind his massive ass left and right, causing his huge cheeks to further pummel her breasts. He continued to grind his butt into her chest as he turned his head back to look at her face. 'Nya-ha, good attempt, but Ferri-chan was one step ahead of mew." He taunted, putting more pressure on her as he talked. Then, with no warning, he hopped forward, his ass slamming onto her throat and his big musky balls plopping on top of her face. He wiggled his hips around smearing his package along her face before coming to a rest, covering her mouth and nose.

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Heather grunt and groaned out as she felt him start to grind his butt down against her breasts, making it harder and harder for her to take in a sizable breath! She whines out loudly, wiggling left and right beneath him as he just--was clearly fully enjoying himself atop her. "Tch..I..S-shush..you just got lucky with moving like t hat--nnghk"

Her words were cut off shortly after with him hopping forward--stuffing that bulge of his yet again right into her face--his butt pressing down against her throat! She let out a loud whine and whimper right into his crotch, the scent gripping her senses hard, her head pounding and spinning harder and harder from the sensation as her legs kicked all over. She squirmed all over, put into quite a bit of humiliation yet again, clawing and grasping at his thighs!

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Felix smiled down at her feeling triumphant as his balls remained resting on her face. He placed his hands on his hips and began to teasingly wiggle around, dragging his big balls up, down, left, and right on her face while making sure she never has the opportunity for fresh breathe. Then he yelped bouncing a bit as he felt a sharp pain in his thighs. He realized she was clawing them. "Owwiiiee~ Hey stop that." He whined trying to grab her wrists to stop her clawing.

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Heather let out loud muffled whines and whimpers still against that sizable bulge just--engulfing her face, her body twisting and turning with her clawing and prying at his thighs. She felt that grip on her wrists, leading to her just desperately fighting to stop him from keeping that clutch..the scent gripping her senses still ridiculously, her head spinning all the while, struggling to stop herself from getting dizzied underneath her.

"Mgmmphn!! mmnhhmnph!!" Her hips were sliding all over, arching her body dramatically, trying to find some way to--unbalance him. All of this smothering was getting to her more and more, really weakening her body little by little, leading her to getting frantic in stopping it from continuing.

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"Nngghhhhhh! Ferri-chan needs a better throne!" Felix groaned as he wiggled his hips constantly readjusted himself on top of Heather to keep himself balanced on her face with his balls still cutting off her air ways as they slump over her face. However, her struggles was a little much for the catboy to handle. Eventually, he got and tried to swiftly stomp his foot on her face to hold her in place. He would then twirl around and slam his butt onto her face in a reverse facesit. This time his knees and weighty rear would keep him stable on her face.