Scientific Smothers - Black Swan vs Wicke Sykes!

[ADarlingDucky]

Moving to capture Wicke in her embrace, Swan's legs were tight around the scientist's torso, pinning her foe's arms to her side at the same time, before she would roll Wicke over to put the heavyweight on top of her, Swan on her back now! It was an interesting position but the luchadora was more than comfortable with Wicke atop her when she was controlling things, and now that her foe's hefty ass was directly in front of her, Swan could reach between her cheeks and fish out the back of Wicke's leotard, moving it aside to leave her bare-assed!

"Aww, but Wiiiiiiiiiicke! It's super obvious that you've got such a sensitive ass, and I know you're gonna love this!" Swan chirped, commenting on Wicke's moaning earlier from her kissing and groping! The scientist was held helpless by Swan's legs as the luchadora prepared to subject her to her hentai finisher, a smile on her face as she savored the moment!

"Here we gooooooo!" Swan said with a smile as she tightened her legs around Wicke, before leaning forwards and burying her face in Wicke's naked ass, snuggling her face in between those plump, round cheeks! And her tongue would immediately go to work on Wicke's rear end, teasing and pleasuring her heavyweight foe in quite the lewd fashion as she went to work with her hentai finisher, the Swan Snuggle, aiming to overwhelm Wicke with pleasure as she ate her ass!

[SwordSavior1]

No matter how much she whipped around those arms weren't becoming free, being caught between a rock and a hard place. However Wicke may find herself crumbling after Black Swan decides which torture method to use. Being slightly suspended meant she couldn't just assert her weight fully and crush the luchadora. The only part of the body that could be a saving grace was also likely her undoing. She trembled while the chilling air slapped her sensitive rear further proving Swan's point.

Her mind cluttered by shock and tension above the arms, she could only experience what was in store for the Black Swan show. As soon as her captor's nose brushed against Wicke's skin, the researcher's face turned into a sauna once again. "~AHHHHHHHHHHHHH~ AHHHHHHHHHHHH~" A high pitched wail resembling a siren calling for help emitted from her mouth. The ticklish sensation in the most delicate area was almost too overbearing, already feeling something rise up inside her crotch. The endgame looked to be Wicke draining all her stamina and crumpling into an old bag as a result of stress.

She needed to end this dance now. A weakness could function as a strength. Perhaps Swan's own lust could be used against her as well. As if a stroke of instinct took the strings, Wicke's own leg sprung up and stretched out, only to close around the luchadora's neck like a bunch of scissors.

[ADarlingDucky]

Swan's hentai finisher was truly a thing to behold, and as the luchadora had Wicke held hostage in the hold, she was giving the crowd quite the show of what she was able to do, as she had the heavyweight hostage and with her plump ass exposed! And with Wicke held in her hentai hold, it was only a matter of time before Swan decided to fully indulge in the hentai aspect of her finisher, burying her face in Wicke's naked ass and beginning to tease the heavyweight's rear end with her tongue!

Swan could hear Wicke's moans, though she was quite muffled thanks to the heavyweight's buttcheeks smushing against Swan's face and nearly covering her ears, the luchadora busying tonguing Wicke's ass, ready to give her foe the orgasm of her life! However... what Swan was incredibly unaware of was the incoming danger, as all of the sudden, Wicke's legs would suddenly squeeze, and her thighs and thick ass would flex, crushing Swan suddenly!

"Mmmmmph!! Mmmmmmm!" Swan let out a muffled cry, but all of the sudden Wicke's thick cheeks flexed and prevented Swan from escaping, the luchadora's face buried in Wicke's naked ass as she now found herself trapped in a reversal of her hentai finisher!

[SwordSavior1]

The Swan's Snuggle being a hentai finisher wasn't a mere label. From the rising water pressure inside, Wicke felt it was a sound possibility that she would explode seconds before being finally defeated. Everyone was captivated by the sensual spectacle. The heavyweight's posterior couldn't be further emphasised even if there was a flashing red light attached. It was unclear which woman's position would be fantasised more usually. Free access to Wicke's garden or being dominated by the scantily clad charismatic firecracker (The veteran's ideal description for Black Swan.)

"~OHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHH~" Her lungs becoming exhausted with every call. Sweat dropping from a boiling crimson face. Just as she felt like melting into the mat and accepting her feat, the pecking from behind started to slow down as a result of Swan trekking too deep into the sacred chamber.

This was her final chance no ifs and buts. Realising she only had limited time and stamina, Wicke flexed her thighs once again as if trying to absorb the luchadora into her greatest weapon, moderately increasing tension from her jaws towards Swan's neck. "Ohhhhhhhh...if you want it...I shall grant it" Somehow having the willpower to a little one liner. With skin to skin contact still in play, Wicke still mewled about but this sensation was less overwhelming to the forced snuggle before. The scale suddenly shifted balance in favour of the older woman

[ADarlingDucky]

Swan felt as though there was no better position in the world, with Wicke trapped on top of her and the luchadora eager to tease the veteran wrestler, her hentai finisher putting her in a wonderful position to have Wicke quite exposed! And sure enough, Swan's face was quick to plunge between her foe's thick, round buttcheeks, leaving Swan buried in booty as she tongued Wicke's behind, though the luchadora could scarcely expect how things were about to turn against her in her own hold!

But soon enough, Swan suddenly found Wicke flexing her glutes, her buttcheeks squeezing down on Swan's face as her legs tightened and pushed the luchadora's face right into her buttcrack, burying the luchadora in her naked booty! And while Swan had been holding on to the lead for a time being, suddenly she was trapped and having no luck with escaping from this tightly cinched smother!

"Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmm!" Swan gave a low groan, squirming and struggling as her face was buried in Wicke's behind, slowly losing steam as she was deprived of air by the big buttcheeks on her face!

[SwordSavior1]

Even if this wasn't a hentai match, Wicke insisted on closing her floodgates as becoming sexually drained might lead to loosening the headscissors as well as partially drain her dignity. Being gifted a few seconds to shift towards a more comfortable position, she shifted her rear back so Swan had difficulty breathing let alone orally pleasuring her. Even if her upper body was longer constricted by the middleweight's legs, Wicke insisted lying on top for insisting this position could become completely. advantageous.

While not an equal and opposite reaction due to completely different move, this could be considered karma for being humiliated by Swan across multiple sectors of the ring. Like two elements forcibly bonding due to heat and kinetic energy, the heavyweight had no qualms being stuck with her opponent provided she didn't receive brunt of the force.

"Ohhhhhh....ahhhhhhhh satisfactory..." Treating the masked wrestler like a newly washed mattress. Becoming accustomed to a more focused sensation, the purple haired powerhouse' own buttcheeks and below clamped around Swan's head, needing a force equivalent to the jaws of life for removal. It seemed victory returned to Wicke's lap.

[ADarlingDucky]

Swan was quite the confident luchadora, and so there was little in her mind that was warning her about a possible situation that would turn the tides against her, and yet she now found herself in that exact position, with her foe finding a sudden reversal to turn things around! Wicke's thick thighs squeezed and her plump buttcheeks flexed, and them doing so would mean that the luchadora had her face squashed and sealed in Wicke's massive behind, depriving her of air and trapping the luchadora in an inescapable smother!

Swan gave muffled cries and groans, but there was little that she could do to as Wicke lay atop her, putting the squeeze on the luchadora and leaving Swan's face wedged in her foe's buttcrack, no doubt humiliating for the luchadora! Swan had intended to put the cap on her dominance of her heavyweight foe by showing off with her hentai finisher, but now it seemed that it would be coming back around to bite her in the ass!

"MMmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmm...." Swan let out a muffled cry as her squirming and wriggling grew weaker and weaker, Wicke's plump ass doing a great job of robbing the masked woman of any air at all, leaving her growing weaker and weaker! And eventually, with her face firmly wedged in Wicke's ass, the luchadora would slip into unconsciousness, passing out as she was butt smothered into a slumber, the luchadora KO'd in her foe's plump cheeks!

[SwordSavior1]

Like ying and yang itself, the bodies remained perfectly balanced despite the dominating party having completely changed. From Wicke's perspective, even if she was crying so much initially, her opponent's hold had a simple flaw similar to fighting a feral beast by punching it in the mouth, in a sense that Black Swan had to put herself in harm's way to apply the hold. While it sufficed as a description for most moves, it took basic movement of legs muscle to turn a dream into a nightmare. Wicke proved she wasn't a wounded gazelle and instead a vicious anaconda, crushing whatever was left in her coil and not releasing until eyes were whitened (temporarily).

The purple haired woman's movements became more erratic over time, as if the luchadora sent an electrical shock that continuously coursing around her body. After being toyed around for the last few minutes of this match, she successfully turned the tables with no sign of being halted. "Oh yes please. OHHHHHHHHH" Even if struggles were becoming less frequent, the MILF wished to take all chips, budging her shoulders about trying to shove Swan's legs away, so she can shift her upper body more freely and assert further weight. Either way, Wicke continued to clamp and intentionally aim to finish off the masked wrestler.

Eventually, the struggling became non-existent for the middleweight was completely unconscious, by a smother specifically. "Ohhhhhhhh yes....OHHHHHHHHH" Yet Wicke found herself stuck in a rhythm of smearing her rear against that sleeping face.

When finally having calmed down and brought her body under control, Wicke shuffled her legs slightly so she can glimpse at Swan's form. No response and eyes shut. The referee dropped down to oversee the results. It couldn't be denied. A winner was crowned leading to a rung bell. Sighing with relief as she spread her thighs out completely before rolling off the crushed body. Afterwards, she was assisted to a stand by the referee, one arm being raised up high while the other was used pull out her leotard so it no longer rode up. Her record becoming greater with every passing second.

She then took another gaze at the sleeping beauty below. An excitable woman of many talents who knew how to satisfy. Of course the veteran wouldn't dislike her. Having regained her breath from a wild match, Wicke approached the fallen luchadora, bending down to seize an arm and neck, so she can forcibly pull Black Swan to a stand. Ensuring that her body was supported due to not being fully conscious. "There there..." In her motherly tone and staring at the other woman's face. A second later she leaned in to press her lips against Swan's, blowing as if attempting to revive her.

[ADarlingDucky]

It seemed that as much as the showboating luchadora had won over the crowd and perhaps even been enjoyed by her opponent, the brazen application of her hentai finisher in a situation that didn't call for it had led to complete and utter disaster for her! Wicke's plump cheeks seemed to hold Swan's face perfectly in place, and that place was buried in Wicke's buttcrack, unable to breathe or escape, caught in one hell of a humiliating ass smother that continued to sap her strength and help her foe make a comeback!

Wicke's position only became more dominant as she now pushed Swan's legs away, the luchadora's KO'd figure moving quite easily, while the curvy heavyweight would sit up and really place all the weight of her ass on Swan's face, wedging the luchadora deep in her round, soft buttcheeks! And Wicke seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit, as she let out a long moan, moving her hips and really grinding her thick ass all over Swan's face, mushing the luchadora's pretty features with her buttcheeks, clearly finding great pleasure in the sensation of Swan's face really digging deep into her ass and rubbing against her!

Swan seemed to be nothing more than something that Wicke was using to get herself off at this point, Wicke feverishly grinding her plump ass against Swan's face, at least until she caught herself suddenly! Once the heavyweight stood up, it was clear to all that Swan was completely and totally out, and Wicke would be declared the winner, though the scientist was quick to lean down and tug Swan up, holding her up as she was still totally limp!

With Swan held tightly in her grasp, Wicke would suddenly take the luchadora and plant a kiss on her, their lips connecting in a sensual embrace, the crowd cheering loudly even though Wicke seemed to be doing this mostly to wake Swan up! The luchadora would give a low moan before her eyes fluttered open, regaining her consciousness, though as she awakened to the feeling of Wicke kissing her, the luchadora instantly swooned once more, her arms wrapping around Wicke as her tongue teased Wicke's own, the luchadora going even more limp as she found herself drawn into Wicke's body!

[SwordSavior1]

Judging by Wicke's constant grinding and satisfied moans, it almost seemed that a post-match release was about to happen but she just managed to hold it in just like the victory. The crowd fell in love with both of their performances, more evidence that a superstar can come in all shapes and sizes no matter how old. Despite being given the most provocative of manoeuvres, Wicke's embarrassment was only temporay but it didn't mean she was invulnerable. It would take a special woman to truly break those cracks.

She probably has squeezed and sat on wrestlers enough time to surpass the number of atoms in a human body. It was practically her signature move yet witnessing a sleeping beauty never failed to make the heavyweight feel electrified. After assisting Swan to the same level, Wicke proceeded with the revival process. Catering to the recipient's health and wellbeing were important. Providing pleasure to herself and by extent lucky watchers were a bonus effect.

Seemed her magic worked wonders judging by the sounds coming from Black Swan's mouth. Wishing to humour the luchadora, Wicke grasped the fellow woman's waist to pull her even closer as well as engaging in the tongue duel, scrubbing away inner toxins. Eventually the purplette had to part lips to regain oxygen. "Do you feel...satisfied? A healed... mind?" Gasping in between pauses.