Scientific Smothers - Black Swan vs Wicke Sykes!

[ADarlingDucky]

After being pinned down against the canvas by the heavyweight scientist, Black Swan was in deep trouble now, as her busty opponent had gotten a decent headstart in terms of smothering, as she trapped Swan underneath her breasts, smothering the luchadora with her perfect tits! Swan did her best to get out from under Wicke, but as the luchadora struggled and squirmed, Wicke continued to muscle her down against the mat, forcing Swan to change her approach as she reached out, beginning to softly knead and massage Wicke's boobs!

"Mmmmmmph... Mmmm..." Swan would give a low groan as she continued to grope Wicke's chest, smushing the soft flesh of the heavyweight's tits underneath her fingers, stopping periodically to gently pinch Wicke's nipples! Swan would continue to tease her foe by running her tongue along Wicke's chest, seemingly sliding her hand over to try and get a more intimate feel of the scientist... before Swan would attempt to shove Wicke off her hard, using a distraction to try and slip away for some desperately needed air!

[SwordSavior1]

While not being as 'dangerous' compared to her rear, Wicke's chest was very effective in keeping the little ones quiet in multiple ways. Minus being pressure by her own urges, she did an adequate job in controlling Black Swan when it came to preventing any means of escape, but simply adequate wasn't enough.

Compared to Swan's partner, the luchadora seemed to be rather flexible when it came to pleasuring. Every passing second Wicke arched her body ever so slightly. "Ohhhhh~ ohhhhhhhh~" Singing rather softly upon feeling the middleweight's tongue brush against her. Forgetting her main objective about holding ground, a simple shove caused Wicke to tip over enough to break the smother hold. "Wahhhhh...my word..." Her cheeks turning a hint of red from slight embarrassment. How could she made an error? As Swan was able to move freely, Wicke laid on her back and readjusted the leotard so her nipples wouldn't show out.

[ADarlingDucky]

Swan's massaging of Wicke's chest drew multiple soft moans from her foe, telling the luchadora that she was indeed doing a good job as she continued to knead the heavyweight's chest, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her leotard to distract her foe from her suffocating smother! Swan would move her hands as if to continue the pleasure, but the luchadora would manage to trick her larger foe, giving Wicke a quick shove while she was distracted and rolling away, finally managing to gather some air, taking a few deep breaths as she began to pick herself back up!

"Hah... hoo... so, you're a fan of that, eh? Maybe I'll show you the REAL finger skill I've got... gotta smother you out first though!" Swan teased, her lewd threats followed up by a cheery declaration of her intent to knock Wicke out cold with her assets! Swan would slowly pick herself up and dust herself off after getting free, before motioning for Wicke to come at her, getting ready for the heavyweight!

[SwordSavior1]

It only occurred to Wicke now that wearing such a small leotard exposed her chest enough to feel the flesh from a single stroke. However there was such a sentimental attachment that prevented the older woman from exchanging a new one. She would be willing to stick with her current attire until it is at risk of snapping. A wardrobe malfunction at this time would be delightful.

A shade of crimson still burning through her cheeks, Wicke only laid back literally and listened to Swan's teasing. A few fantasies bubbled up involving those mentioned fingers, but she mentally slapped herself out of dream land. She wasn't some POW to be played with. Instead the luchadora should be intimidated by the powerhouse who slammed and nearly flattened her moments ago. Becoming a little more focused, Wicke pressed her feet against the canvas and carefully returned to a standing position. There was a little waiting game as both just stood around rather than attacking. The crowd were in suspense but anxious at the same time. Feeling that they might remain for hours if this keeps up, the researcher waddled towards her opponent hoping to rely on reach this time, by swinging her left arm for a simple clothesline.

[ADarlingDucky]

After managing to wiggle her way out of Wicke's embrace, Swan would catch her breath, taking a few deep gulps of air as Wicke adjusted her wardrobe, the heavyweight's face a deep shade of red, showing Swan's hands and words had done their job to help please the scientist! However, there was business to be done, and after only a few moments, Wicke would get back up to her feet, approaching Swan before suddenly swinging her arm, aiming a clothesline at the luchadora!

"Oh no, I don't think so!" Swan chirped, as her body sprung into action, the masked wrestler ducking low in order to completely dodge the attack, sliding past Wicke to end up behind the scientist! Swan looked to quickly leap up and wrap her legs around Wicke's neck, before throwing herself backwards, attempting to muscle the heavyweight over and use her momentum to bring Wicke crashing down in a reverse frankensteiner!

[SwordSavior1]

Only with repeated practice, Wicke can boost her agility so she wouldn't be constantly lingering when it came to fighting agile opponents. She had the general fighting idea of performing repeated strikes like a pendulum and keeping a sharp eye on other movements, so dodges wouldn't automatically lead to a disadvantageous position. Aware of the circumstances, she still decided to continue making forward advances with her arm outstretched.

She swung at the air but no solid contact for Swan gracefully dodged as if part of a ballet performance. Just as the heavyweight was about to spin around and follow up with another strike, the younger wrestler showed off her athleticism and perched onto Wicke's shoulders. For a brief few seconds, there was some instability mostly because the luchadora wasn't willing to hang for long either. Unable to react in time, the researcher was thrown back in the form of a white flicker, culminating with a sore landing on her forehead. Gravity being her adversary here as after the throw she laid on her knees looking delirious before dropping forward face down.. "Urgh...it hurts..." She whined while in a rather provocative position, her exposed rear stuck in the air.

[ADarlingDucky]

After Swan had managed to dodge her foe's clothesline, the luchadora was quick to get behind the heavyweight scientist, leaping up and wrapping her legs around Wicke's neck, before suddenly throwing herself backwards as she strained to fling Wicke as well! And while she wasn't able to clear Wicke over her with much ease, the luchadora would eventually be able to muscle her foe over with a bit of straining, bringing Wicke over her and down hard on her head, slamming her down with the big move!

"Whew... that was a toughie..." Swan grunted as she stood back up after successfully pulling off the move, turning to see her opponent down and dazed, with her plump rear end sticking up into the air!

"Hehehe... oh, well if that isn't just too enticing to ignore..." Swan chuckled, walking around Wicke in order to get behind the scientist, before lowering herself onto her knees! With Wicke's massive, round ass right in front of her, Swan would do something a bit unorthodox, that being to press her face between Wicke's plump, pale buttcheeks, burying her face in her foe's hefty rear end and giving it a long, tantalizing lick!

"Wake up Wiiiiiiiiiiicke!"

[SwordSavior1]

While not flying like she was launched by a trampoline, the surprise Frankensteiner led to a sudden roundabout of momentum. Wicke landed in the possibly the least favourable of positions and she didn't exactly have a thick skull. It was quite miraculous that she wasn't knocked unconscious from that moment and instead laid down looking delirious. "Oh...heavens I think I am going..." Despite Swan no longer having a grip, her mind still felt like spinning.

Some watching were sharing the experience by feeling bad for the mother. Others were taking the opportunity to admire the view of Wicke's partially exposed body. The luchadora being one of those many people.

Her eyes were mostly closed at this time, so she didn't pay attention to her opponent's movements heavily. The only thing she could foresee is further punishment, but what exactly? She continued to lay around for who knows how long while Black Swan was given all the time in the world to play around. Suddenly Wicke wondered why she was quivering until a tongue made contact with her rear hand. The ticklish sensation was almost too overwhelming as her face boiled like it was 150 degrees. "OHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOO" her hands scrambled for the canvas as she tried crawling away from further teasing.

[ADarlingDucky]

With Wicke doubled over in the center of the ring, face down and ass up, providing a wonderful view for the audience as well as the luchadora, as Black Swan would circle around the dazed woman, smile on her face as she ended up behind her! Swan's mischievous side would get the best of her as she would get on her knees behind Wicke, leaning in and wedging her face deep between the scientist's cheeks, giving the heavyweight's large, soft ass a long lick, much to Wicke's surprise!

Immediately, the scientist would give a loud, embarrassed cry, Swan continuing to run her tongue between Wicke's cheeks, certainly giving the heavyweight an experience she had never had in the ring before! Swan's lapping at Wicke's ass would soon enough be cut off by the heavyweight woman, scrambling away, seemingly quite embarrassed from Swan's unorthodox offense!

"Awww, what's wrong Wicke? Shy? C'mon, I know how to show ya a good time!" Swan said with a smirk, attempting to grab Wicke's hips and grind her own crotch up against the heavyweight scientist's plump behind, dry humping her in sensual fashion!

[SwordSavior1]

Watchers were glad that Black Swan appreciated the mother's body as much as they did, especially the ones that relished in domination the most. The match took a rather comical turn as even for a sensual match, the luchadora was focused on more her own enjoyment even though it proved to be rather practical. Despite having plenty of experience, a special touch was enough to send Wicke scrambling to her own 'safety' as this was somehow more threatening than being choked

The cries only persuaded Swan to assert her advances. Just as she no longer felt a tongue brushing her rear, Wicke found herself being pulled back to the centre. Hips secured and legs spread, she let out softer but more frequent moans with every single grind. She was actually enjoying being mounted, but her will to win led to inner strife. Should she wait it out for more pleasure or break away before becoming hypnotised by her opponent's sexual charm. "~Uhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh~" Her legs bending upwards rather slowly. In a bid to scare off her pursuer, she sprang her feet backwards like an equine and hoped to shove Swan away.