Scientific Smothers - Black Swan vs Wicke Sykes!

[ADarlingDucky]

Swan had managed to ease Wicke's breast smother on her by licking the scientist's boobs, teasing her massive chest in such a fashion to leave her opponent moaning loudly, with Swan using Wicke's elevated position to slide out from under her! And Wicke would only notice the luchadora's new position seconds before Black Swan's thighs would clamp down tight around her neck, suddenly pressing Wicke's face into her crotch and squeezing down tightly, crushing the air out of Wicke!

Ahh, here we go, that feels so much better!" Swan chirped with a smirk, grabbing the back of Wicke's head and forcing it tight against her crotch, smiling down at her victim as she squeezed her! Swan would take it even one step further, slowly beginning to thrust her hips, humping Wicke's face as she kept her tight in the hold, looking to humiliate and get some pleasure for herself!

"Oooooh yeaaaaah... that's the stuff..."

[SwordSavior1]

Through just simply causing Wicke to raise, Swan was able to take advantage and control the match. The heavyweight gagged as it felt like a constricter was crushing every fibre of her neck. Just simply lying down was a hassle for the researcher besides being guided towards her opponent's crotch. "......" only muffled yelping would come of out of her mouth as she suffocated on the mat. It was quite a spectacle from an outsiders point of view.

"Hey! Mmmmmm" protesting her being pulled but there was nothing preventing the black clad wrestler from doing as she may. Wicke's face was burning so intensely, it may as well be used to roast marshmallows. She hated to admit that this was the most enjoyable part of the match. The domination at her expense was rather mesmerising. She reached out to rub Swan's sides for a gentle massage. Any moment Wicke was close to her opponent's crotch, she stuck out her tongue trying to sneak a little lick.

[ADarlingDucky]

After escaping her position underneath the heavyweight scientist, Swan relished in being able to take her busty opponent and press Wicke's face against her crotch, trapping the scientist in a tight headscissor, leaving the gorgeous woman trapped in a humiliating position! And things soon got worse (or better perhaps) for Wicke as Swan began to slowly shift her hips back and forth, grinding her crotch against her opponent's face in quite intimate fashion, keeping Wicke smothered, though the heavyweight would show some reciprocation!

"Aaaah! Nnnnhh... enjoying yourself down there...?" Swan gasped, before letting out the question in a breathy moan, feeling Wicke's tongue on her crotch, the luchadora letting out a giggle at the action! This only prompted Swan's legs to squeeze harder and push Wicke's face tighter against her crotch, really grinding her covered sex against Wicke's face, loving the feeling the heavyweight provided to her!

[SwordSavior1]

Such luscious curves for a medium size body, they were just perfect side for Wicke to become immersed in the grinding sensation. She was close to surrenderin her body to the luchadora lying down, but the tension in Swan's legs caused the heavyweight to wince ever so slightly. It became difficult on concentrating with her nerves responding in conflicting manners besides causing the older woman to burn up every now and then despite the range of colours on Wicke's face.

"I am above...above....above...." she responded with drooped eyes while repeating the five letter word over and over again as if she was in a trance. Comfort was only temporary and the crushing sensation was starting to sink in. She couldn't hold on for much longer. In a desperate bid to break the headscissor, Wicke tried to channel any resolve she had by clutching Swan's thighs, massaging them slightly. Then the purple haired woman would grunt for a seconds and attempt to lift herself along with her opponent out of the ground position. If it worked Wicke would be standing once again while Swan perched on her shoulders. She didn't need to see to understand that time was limited, so provided everything is clear she would slam Swan onto her back with a powebomb

[ADarlingDucky]

Swan's legs were tight around Wicke's neck, and would only get tighter and tighter as time went on, Swan smiling at the scientist as she held her captive, poor Wicke's face lighting up bright red from Swan grinding her crotch against her captive's face! With the luchadora continuing to hump her foe's face, Swan would keep her crotch against Wicke's pretty features, though her opponent would begin to rise up slowly, muttering to herself as she hefted Swan up high, the luchadora clinging desperately to her foe as she was hefted up!

"Uh... you okay down there? Maybe just put me down gently, and we can- UUUGH!" Swan cried out, her bargaining interrupted as Wicke slammed her down to the canvas quite hard, hitting the luchadora with a big powerbomb! Swan's legs released Wicke's neck, and the luchadora would roll to her side on the mat, reaching back to rub her spine, trying to ease the ache after the big move!

[SwordSavior1]

Some people were ready to leave their seats, assuming that Wicke was toast and about to pass out. Maybe her streak of luck was finally wearing off, especially with how famously alluring and fiery Black Swan was in these type of match. Could someone slow keep up with this special foe? Believing in a world of logic and reason, the heavyweight hoped to endure this unusual attack and hoisted Swan up into the air. "I am at pinnacle condition thank..YOUUUUUU!" speaking the last part with vigour as she dropped her opponent to the mat with a massive powerbomb.

She stood up while bent over. Instead of going on the attack again, she tended to her strained neck due to still reeling from the headscissors. "Impressive but surely there is more to this play..." Wicke commented and dropping onto her knees. She shuffled towards the broken bird and tried shoving Swan onto her back. Grasping the mask and laying on her side, she tried applying a simple breast smother.

[ADarlingDucky]

With Swan being hauled up into the air by Wicke, the luchadora would realize what a poor position that she was in, right before Wicke would quickly bring her crashing down to the canvas with a powerful powerbomb, slamming the luchadora down onto her back! Swan nearly bounced from the force of impact as she let out a pained gasp, though the heavyweight scientist was ready to take full advantage of the position, as she would move onto the ground, reaching down to grab Swan's head as she hovered over the luchadora!

Uuugh... man, that really- Mmmmmph!" Swan suddenly cried out, as Wicke proceeded to lower her massive breasts onto Swan's face, mushing the luchadora's masked features into her cleavage! The luchadora let out a muffled cry into Wicke's breasts as her body shifted and squirmed, smothered tightly by her opponent, with little she could do at the current time!

[SwordSavior1]

To ensure that his bird didn't fly away, Wicke grasped the luchadora's waist rather firmly after slamming her into the canvas, only letting go once Swan's body remained motionless enough to seize control over. She aimed to leave her opponent completely out of breath. "I appreciate that mask doesn't affect your breathing, otherwise I might have gone too easy on you." referring to Swan's nose and mouth only being covered by the heavyweight's large chest rather than the cloth itself.

"Although you would probably enjoy CPR" continuing with a tease while asserting as much weight onto Black Swan as if she was a hydraulic press. It would take more than just shifting to escape this hold, especially since Wicke was intent on remaining in the same position despite her desire to cuddle with the smothered firecracker.

[ADarlingDucky]

Swan had expected that a size difference might give her foe a bit of advantage over her, but Wicke was already showing just how difficult things were going to be for the luchadora if the heavyweight actually got a hold of her, as Wicke could plant her to the canvas and hold her there with relative ease! And to make matters worse for the masked middleweight, Wicke had taken advantage of the position to put her incredibly gorgeous curves to work, holding Swan still as she pressed her soft, round breasts into the luchadora's face to smother her, burying Swan's face in her tits as she proceeded to tease the trapped wrestler!

"Mmmmmmph! Gmmmmph!" Swan groaned from underneath Wicke's boobs, smothered by her foe's hefty chest as the heavyweight kept Swan pinned, the luchadora thinking fast on ways to free herself! Eventually, she decided to see if she could get Wicke distracted at all, reaching out both her hands to grope Wicke's breasts suddenly, slowly kneading her tits to try and surprise her foe with some pleasurable massaging!

[SwordSavior1]

Wicke wasn't a goliath like other heavyweights so she had to learn move to account for a variety of situations, especially since this wasn't always her normal build. Yet no matter it being past or present, her love of smothers has never changed at all. Like a burning iron on a piece of cloth, Wicke continued to pressurise her opponent until there was nothing but a blushing mush remaining. All she had to do was playing the waiting game while leaning forward. Seemed simple enough. Just as she was about to put her hands to good use and keep their bodies further together, Swan already took the initiative.

"Ohhhhhh...that feels lovely....Ahhhhhhh" She calmed down and enjoyed the luchadora's soft touch. It may have been a foolish decision to not truly assert her dominance, but the massage was just that immersive. A worthy distraction in favour of Black Swan, but she was still lying underneath Wicke's bodyweight needing to find a proper escape route.