Princess vs Cowgirl Amelia vs Belle

[Kookio]

The ring floor shook as the two of them came crashing down to the mat, Amelia flipping her hair over her head as the crowd cheered while some made some cat calls at how hot Amelia looked while flipping her hair back over her face, her tongue licking her lips while she looked down at her dazed opponent laying right in front of her.

"Yes I am~"

She replied while leaning down, laying her breasts upon Belle's face while she rested her own face between Belle's breasts comfortably, attempting to playfully smother Belle while she got her own little pillow. At the same time, she would grip onto Belle's wrists to keep the woman on the ground.

[NotoriousGoddess]

Despite the softness pressing down on her face and her arms pinned, Belle's muffled moans vibrated against Amelia's chest. The cowgirl was flustered.

Rather than struggle wildly, Belle would arch her back slightly, nuzzling her nose against Amelia’s cleavage. She began kissing Amelia's breasts, and try to make Amelia let go of her wrists. Belle let out a soft, muffled laugh against the pillowy warmth smothering her face, her cheeks flushing slightly from the heat and pressure. With her wrists pinned and Amelia resting comfortably on top of her, there wasn’t much room to squirm—so she didn’t. Not really.

Instead, she arched her back just a little, nuzzling into Amelia’s chest like it was all part of her plan.

“Mmmph~ mighty fine pillows ya got there, darlin’...” she mumbled against the flesh, her Southern drawl still managing to ooze through even as her words were barely audible.

Though her wrists were trapped, Belle let her fingers wiggle just enough in Amelia’s grip—tracing teasing little patterns against the Brit’s palms.

She tilted her head slightly within the smother, as if trying to catch a little breath. Her hips gave the gentlest roll upward, just enough to make her presence known beneath Amelia.

“Don’t suppose ya plan on lettin’ a gal breathe... any time soon?” she asked, voice all honey and heat beneath the plush.

[Kookio]

To Amelia's surprise, thlugh she was successfully able to start smothering Belle, it would only last a few moments before she felt a sudden wave of pleasure rush through her from the woman started to kiss and play with her breasts, causing the Princess to loosen up just for a moment.

"Nnh!"

She nearly moaned in both surprise and pleasure, the Brit's cheeks puffing out a bit at the tactic Belle was taking. It wasn't exactly surprising. Most newbies tended to get caught up in the pleasure. Though it was clear by the fact that Belle cod still talk, that she was not putting enough pressure. So she leaned down more, shoving her breasts more against her opponent until Belle couldn't breathe at all against her bosom.

"Nope!~ hehe~"

[NotoriousGoddess]

"Mmmmmppffff!" Belle moaned but was muffled as Amelia sank deeper into her chest. Her arms were still pinned and the warmth and pressure of Amelia's bosom increased the more Belle was there.

Even in this compromising spot, Belle needed to break free. She twitched her fingers and loosed up her wrists from Amelia's grasp, and drew teasing patterns in her wrists. She still contnued her assault of pleasure, and kissed more sloppily as the woman's breasts.

"Mmmmmphhhhffffff..." Belle was sure to savor every sigle moment of this, and wanted Amelia to as well. After a jolt from her hips, Belle was trying to reverse the position.

[Kookio]

Amelia winced as her opponent continued to kiss and pleasure her breasts. She could talk to the ref about how her breasts were being lewded, but she wouldn't do that to a newer wrestler.

"Mmh...~"

She moaned out softly by mistake, her grip ending up loosening a little which would give Belle the perfect opportunity to flip the position, forcing Amelia to roll beneath her opponent, her cleavage shiny from Belle's tongue and kisses leaving marks on her body. One of the kisses even making it over where her nipple should be.

[NotoriousGoddess]

Belle felt that slight falter in Amelia’s body—the subtle hitch of breath, the loosened grip, the quiet moan that slipped free.

With a sudden flex of her hips and a twist of her shoulders, Belle rolled them both over, the weight shifting smoothly until she was the one on top. She straddled Amelia now, sitting just above her opponent’s waist, and wasted no time pinning Amelia’s wrists above her head—mirroring how she had been held moments ago.

Belle’s eyes sparkled, her Southern drawl low and sultry as she leaned forward, her now-slick lips brushing close to Amelia’s ear.

“Well now, sugar… reckon turnabout’s fair play.”

With that, Belle slowly lowered her bust toward Amelia’s face, but rather than fully smothering her right away, she let her cleavage hover—letting Amelia see it coming and teasing the experienced wrestler a bit. Belle interlocked her fingers with Amelia's and initiated the smother. kissing to top of Amelia's head.

[Kookio]

"Eek! Oh dea- mmph!"

She yelped as she lost control over the situation, their bodies flipping over and Amelia found herself pinned underneath her opponent, watching as the bountiful breasts were lowered onto her face while she was reacting to her situation. Her fingers gripped onto Belle's while she was seemingly desperate to escape the hold she was in, her own breasts pancaking against the cowgirl's stomach.

Though Amelia was a veteran who had been wrestling for a while and knew how to hold her breath. She was primarily giving her opponent some time to be in the spotlight for a bit.

[NotoriousGoddess]

Belle let out a playful moo as she pressed down, her soft chest burying Amelia’s face. She giggled softly, feeling the veteran’s body squirm beneath her.

"Aww, sugar, you look mighty cozy down there," she teased, her voice smooth with southern charm and a wink of sass. Her fingers tightened around Amelia’s, keeping her wrists pinned just enough to show control without being cruel. "Y’all givin’ me the spotlight? How sweet of ya."

Belle crept in a little closer, letting her weight shift to keep Amelia beneath her, her toned stomach rising and falling against the other woman’s chest. Belle’s playful dominance was never mean-spirited.

"Don't worry now, I ain't forgettin’ you're a tough one. But reckon I’ll enjoy this rodeo while I can!" Belle said while lightly embracing her opponent and intertwining her legs with Amelia's. Belle gave Amelia another peck on her soft silky head.

[Kookio]

"Mmph... Mmph..."

She would let out muffled groans of protest, her ability to hold her breath waning. She needed to get out of this hold. Maybe playtime was over just for a bit.

It was about that time when she would lift her legs up, attempting to wrap her thighs around her opponent's waist and squeeze down. Despite how gentle the woman looked, she had powerful thighs who's muscles weren't shown until they flexed down upon Belle's waist, attempting to weaken her opponent enough to thrust her to the side and cause her body to tumble to the ground off of Amelia!

[NotoriousGoddess]

Belle E. Cowe let out a soft, sultry giggle from above, her confident smirk ever so slightly tugging at the corner of her lips as she held her dominant position over Amelia.

“Oh~? Someone’s squirming…” she cooed teasingly, brushing a bit of sweat-damp hair from her face. But before she could enjoy her dominance much longer, she felt a shift—Amelia’s hips rolling, legs rising.

“Huh—?”
Belle's breath caught the moment those thighs wrapped around her waist, holding on like steel wires clasped around silk. Her sneer caught on a gasp of shock as pressure flooded into her core.

“Nngh—strong little thing, aren’t you?!” she growled, trying to keep her balance, hands planting down on Amelia’s shoulders in an effort to steady herself. But the sudden, sharp jolt of motion broke her perch.

With a grunt, Belle's body was pushed off to the side—slamming off her opponent in a heap as she landed on the mat with a soft thud, a grunt slipping from her lips as she rolled with the fall.

Flicking her hair back over her shoulder with a swift head movement, Belle dropped onto her knees, lips curled into a half-smirk.

“Ohoho~ I see how it is,” she said, catching her breath, golden eyes glittering with renewed excitement. “So you do like to play rough…”