Moira Pandela vs Heather Sunderland

[TiefBlau]

Heather whined and whimpered out into her huge chest, her face nearly getting lost in that incredibly soft, smothering prison that she was in. So much so that indeed Moira didn't really even have to forcibly pull her in, just hold her as close as she was.

Heather kept catching as much of breaths as she could, each time when she pulled her face away thinking she was close to escaping before being pulled right back in. She almost felt like she as forever trapped in this position now, not knowing all too well how she would manage to break Moira's grip fully. She squirmed and writhed against her, little muffled whimpers and whines vibrating against her chest as her face was as red as it could get.

[Devilish53]

Moira was not so busy forcing Heather into her flesh prison as to fail to notice the violet haired beauties own enjoyment of it; a part of her almost curious as to the idea of letting go of Heather's hair, to see if her opponent resumed her delving into her bosom of her own accord. Curiosity that would be left to build however, as Moira was more than aware of what happens when Heather Sunderland is allowed freedom!

Given her foe was still perched upon her lap, a sudden but forceful jerk to her left would leave the two in the same posture, albeit with the canvas upon their hips and sides. Arms still softly cuddling her foe into a merry coma, essentially spooning her violet foe, Moira's eyes would wander and gaze into those of the audience. An audience seemingly equally enamoured with Moira's chest and how she was using it, as Heather herself was!

"How are you doing...my little cutie...?" Ever so gently tugging on the immensely long locks of her foe as if to pull Heather's head up and back, briefly releasing her from the smother but by no means letting her free of her bosom, Moira would lock eyes with the smaller girl, curious to see truthfully just what she thought of her flesh prison.

[TiefBlau]

Heather whined and whimpered out as she felt her pull her with her to the side. She was trapped fully in her embrace, her face smooshed up against those lovely breasts as her heart pound and raced. Her head was spinning just from the whole sensation of the thing, her body just squirming and writhing in Moira's embrace before her head was pulled back a little.

She took a couple deep breaths in and out, her breathing heavy against Moira's clothed breasts as she said those words, the look in Heather's eyes almost one of being in a trance. "Nguuh..I-I..uhm.." She stumbled over her words a bit, barely knowing what to say as she averted her eyes slightly. She hardly felt like she was in any sort of danger--having to desperately fight the inner urges she had in just getting lost in Moira's curves, gulping hard.

"Nngh..I-I'm..I'm doing just fine! J-just..wait until I get back up again."

[Devilish53]

Heather didn't have to feel a sense of danger, because in reality, Moira posed none. The woman was big, and her smothers damn near irresistible if not unbreakable, but the heavyweights interest in the more pleasurable things in life had led her often more times than nought to lose her chance to win, purely for a chance to grind or smother her foe a shade further down.

"When's that gonna be?" Moira grinned, her soft fingers finding its way through purple locks that never seemed to end, as her smother both now basically went on half-forced, and half Heather's own nuzzling. "Good thing this match doesn't have a time limit...with what I've got planned anyway..."

Lowering her head, gently tilting the head of her foe as if to meet her eyes directly, Moira's next words came out in the form of a whisper yet again. "Almost makes me feel bad this has to end...eventually, mind..."

[TiefBlau]

Heather gulped hard as she felt her fingers running through her hair like that, the sensation lulling her even more into her embrace as her heart felt like it was trying to burst from her chest. She squirmed and writhed against her, her huge breasts smooshing all in her face as she said those words. Her whisper sent a chill down her spine, making her have those thoughts in the back of her mind of regret at this having to end as well.

She quickly shook that off in her head, pushing as much focus back into her as she could. She needed to get out of this and she needed to do it quickly. She groaned and whimpered against her chest before she started twisting and turning again, desperately trying to pry herself free from her grip!

[Devilish53]

Overconfidence yet again filling Moira, the heavyweight this time had every reason to have her guard down. After all, with Heather as close to slumber as she was, it only seemed natural that Moira wouldn't have to prepare her figure for an escape attempt by her smaller foe!

"Ghh..No...!" Shrieking purely in disappointment as Heather quickly escaped her grasp, Moira would pull herself onto her knees, in rapid pursuit. Her hands outstretched, cheeks red given what a fool she had just been made to appear, Moira would lunge forward with her body seemingly trying to land atop of her foe. Neither intending for any specific part of her foe, nor exactly hopeful given that even a tired Heather was still quicker, Moira roared as she lurched forward, desperate to catch her prey before she even got fully away!

[TiefBlau]

Heather was quite relieved that she was able to slip herself out of the girl's grasp. She wasn't sure how much longer she'd last if she allowed herself to just become Moira's plaything for the rest of the match. She shook her head, having to do all t hat she could to hold on as she watched Moira leap for her.

She grit her teeth, pushing at the mat and rolling out of the way, aiming to make her fall flat on her front. She took a deep breath, slipping to get atop the girl's back as she went to wrap her arm around her neck. She tried to plant her feet on the mat and pull back as hard as she could, trying to lock her in her submission finisher, Rightfully Mine!

[Devilish53]

Moira had lost her hands to her prey, but given the intensive, draining cuddling she had forced upon her frame, catching her was a matter of when, not if. Jumping as far as she could, hands outstretched, she was determined to make that when now!

"GOTC-GHH! NO!" Arms missing her target by a country mile, Heather's sweep combined with her dodging and Moira's clumsy general movement brought the brunette down hard; giant breasts mushrooming and cushioning her fall, as her arms stretched out in front of her. Such would only be a minor set back of course; she was hurt from the tumble, but began to slowly push up with all intent to roll her hefty frame atop of her purple opponents own. Before again, Heather outpaced her with both style and grace!

"MMPPH!" Neck wrapped up almost anaconda like, Moira's hands came to the mat in an attempt to push up. Moaning as Heather's tout arms pressed her for air, the crowd roared in approval; as the busty heavyweights attempts had been turned completely and utterly on their head!

[TiefBlau]

Heather grinned wide as she pulled back as hard as she could. Her feet planted firmly on t he mat as she pulled more and more, pushing away at the mat with those feet to add even more pressure to the hold. She loved the reaction from the crowd, feeling that rush of being on top again as she licked her own lips, the adrenaline surging through her.

"This is where it's over! You had me before, you're just too soft!" She let out, snickering a little as she pulled as hard as she could, even twisting and turning her body a little. "Now you're mine! Completely mine! Maybe I'll even take you home as prize for beating you as well!!"

[Devilish53]

Words spun from a violet haired figure were not at all wrong simply because Heather could now afford to be cocky. Had Moira employed her full weight, and smothered Heather from the moment she had her, the match itself could have been called a great time ago. Now with her head and body wrenched something wicked, Moira had only herself to blame, as a haze of dizziness began to fall over her eyes.

"Ghh..Ghh..No...!" Not at all the sort to care for wins nor losses, but more frustrated at both the fact the moment was extremely painful and her fun seemed about up, Moira raised her hand at what felt to be a mile from the ropes. Clutching nonetheless, gaining nought but a handful of air, the heavyweight could but grunt in her agony as the sure signs of defeat set in. To continue now would have demonstrated the curvy figures surprising hardiness, but not at all effect the end result. With a final wheeze, her body relaxing as she raised her hand to Heather's grip, Moira's frame offered no resistance as she lightly tapped upon the hands that bound her.