The Science of Smothers - Ortega Hatch & Wicke Sykes

[ADarlingDucky]

While Wicke certainly had the capability to pick up both herself and Ortega, and doing so meant a short and painful trip back down to the matted floor would likely follow for the social media star, Ortega had managed to stop Wicke in her tracks before she could do so! And with Wicke in her grasp, the silver haired beauty would take the heavyweight's head and turn it to the side, before leaning in and capturing her in a deep, passionate liplock, Ortega's lips hugging tightly to Wicke's own as her tongue invaded the scientist's mouth! Wicke's lips tasted delicious, and for a long moment after she fell back down, Ortega would continue to make out with her training partner, wrestling Wicke's tongue with her own, hungrily kissing her until she eventually, slowly, broke away!

"Mmmhh... now just... lay down..." Ortega said gently, as she slowly dismounted Wicke's back, gently grabbing onto the heavyweight and pulling her down onto her back, setting her down gently on the mat before Ortega would take a moment to lift Wicke's glasses off her face! Perhaps using her sensuality to give her some edge in this match, Ortega would suddenly scoot up and hover her thick ass over Wicke's face for a moment, before lowering herself and planting her behind on the scientist's pretty features, setting into a nice reverse facesit on her heavyweight partner!

[SwordSavior1]

The rookie's intoxicating aroma was so addictive for Wicke. Could that have possessed her to act so forceful in their previous bout? It usually took more than simple lust to make Wicke clearly, but her student was keen on endowing her with intense passion. Blissful purrs could be heard as their tongues had a brief duel until Wicke was left breathless, yet provoked to briefly nuzzle with Ortega as they parted lips.

Oddly enough, it seemed Ortega who came off as more motherly now, especially as the heavyweight cooperated without resistance, left to lay down and stare at those enormous moons of Ortega's. Whether the rookie was aware or not, Wicke chose to wear contacts for this spar, so there wasn't a need to pause this spar. Since she was left breathless, Wicke found herself buried under Ortega's own lovely curves, putting the final touches on their smother project. This also gave Wicke the right jolt to step into survival mode again, yelping as she unintentionally motorboated the younger woman's feature as she bucked wildly.

[ADarlingDucky]

Ortega and Wicke had turned this training session into perhaps something more, as it seemed that the two women were enjoying one another enough that their offense soon tipped towards a more sensual side, and now Ortega had brought Wicke down with an intimate kiss! The heavyweight wrestler was smitten with Ortega, and a gentle nuzzle to the smaller woman as they broke would give her a smile, before she'd slowly guide Wicke down before slipping herself over the top of her training partner! Ortega was primed to put Wicke in a position the scientist had put her in before, and would soon enough she'd sit down, burying the bigger women between her own plump buttcheeks, sitting reverse on Wicke's face!

The scientist seemed to realize her position all at once when Ortega planted herself on top of Wicke's face, slowly wiggling her hips back and forth as she got comfortable, as Wicke soon began to struggle and writhe beneath her!

"Sorry Wicke... Just stay right there and enjoy yourself!" Ortega teased, though her body was shifted and shaken by Wicke's vigorous struggles, Wicke rubbing her face deep between Ortega's cheeks! Ortega did her best to keep atop the larger woman, but Wicke's struggling continued on, and eventually Ortega was thrown off backwards, falling onto her back with a light thud!

[SwordSavior1]

The spar now more resembling a scene in bed due to the limited movement and Wicke's position. While nestling in the blanket that was Ortega's curves gave her bliss, she didn't want to run the risk of Ortega overestimating herself, despite putingt more than enough passion when it came to winning Wicke's heart. Survival mode managed to overpower the intoxicating scent enough where Wicke was finally free to breath again.

The sweat, flush, gasping and lack of glasses more resembled someone had their back against the wall after being womanhandled. Now it was her turn to make a 'comeback' against her student of all. She couldn't breath for long as Ortega's legs lurked behind her, so stretching her arms back to get a feel, she would try to coil them around the rookie's legs. "Just let me...retrieve my glasses..." Suddenly bursting off into a roll, taking Ortega along for a bumpy trip across the mat.

[ADarlingDucky]

With a comfortable seat atop Wicke's face, it seemed that the tables had turned in the most direct way, as now Ortega had her foe trapped in a suffocating smother, something that Wicke had certainly dished out to so many wrestlers before! Of course, for as nice as it was to absolutely bury the scientist's face in her thick rear end, it wouldn't last forever, with Wicke eventually struggling enough that Ortega would be unseated, falling backwards onto her behind! It seemed that Wicke was done being sat on, but she wouldn't let Ortega go far! Before the social media star could move any further, Wicke suddenly reached back to grab hold of Ortega's legs, getting a firm hold on them, before beginning to roll across the mat towards her glasses, bringing Ortega along for the ride!

"Woooah! Nnngh! Waaaah!" A few yelps and cries came from the social media mogul as she was rolled along the mat with Wicke, the bumpy ride keeping her from ever really steadying herself, and likely allowing Wicke to recover! Ortega would be dragged along until her opponent had gotten to her destination, and when finally there, Ortega would flop onto the mat with a dizzied groan, her lead now gone as she tried to right herself and stop the world from spinning!

[SwordSavior1]

Whilst rolling towards her spectacles, Wicke wouldn't help but giggle in response to Ortega's adorable yelps. Perhaps a brief lesson about to how externalise 'sold' moves for psychological warfare. After one last turn, Wicke was facing up once again, releasing grip on the rookie's legs to equip her glasses once again. The comical display having ended, but Wicke was more than keen to teach a lesson.

Just as the dizzy Ortega tried to right herself, Wicke grabbed those near legs and tried to trip her up with another forceful tug. If this worked, then Wicke would be the first to rise up instead. Spreading out her legs, she proceeded to step backwards so the middleweight would be shrouded by shadows. Once looming right above the delirious Ortega's neck, the MILF squatted down to seize her forearms, forcing the rookie up into a sitting position only for their head to be caught in between Wicke's thighs for a standing headscissors, where Wicke's wrists ensured that Ortega's upper half was specifically bending!

[ADarlingDucky]

With her legs wrapped around Wicke's waist, Ortega should have had the advantage, on paper! Unfortunately for the social media star however, that was not how things ended up playing out, as Wicke suddenly grabbed hold of her lower body and rolled across the mats, taking her training partner on a bumpy ride as she did so! Ortega was forced along in a dizzying affair, and when the heavyweight had finally ceased her movement, she was in no position to fight back, giving the heavyweight a chance to grab hold of her glasses, but more importantly, to pick herself up and get back on her feet! And so as Ortega slowly fought back the daze in her head, her vision would clear to get a glimpse of Wicke standing above her, the heavyweight's thick thighs on either side of her head, and her ass looming in Ortega's field of view, before she was suddenly pulled upwards towards that big rear!

"Wha... wai- Mmmmph!" Ortega began, only to have her head yanked upwards until it became nestled between Wicke's large thighs, as the heavyweight suddenly began to squeeze, slowly applying more and more pressure on the middleweight wrestler! Ortega's view became nothing but large, pale cheeks taking up nearly all of her view, all while she began to squirm underneath her training partner, desperately prying at the scientist's legs, but finding herself growing weaker and weaker as time went on!