Heather Sunderland vs Ingrid Fuentes

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Heather yelped out as she pulled on her hair like that, the burning sensation from her hair just being grabbed and pulled around intensifying as she was forced in closer to Ingrid. She was finally given a bit of relief in that area from her hairpulling, but she wasn't out of danger at all, she was instead pulled into that frontal headlock, Heather groaning and gritting her teeth with how well Ingrid seemed to be controlling her.

"Nguh..D-damnit..W-would you just..let go!?" She yelled out, letting out the frustration that was rushing through her at her inability to escape. She just reached up, desperately pushing and prying at her arms, groaning and grunting out with her struggling.

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"Why would I do that?" Ingrid asked, a soft, sultry tone in her words as she arm tightened around Heather's neck. She held her close, squeezing and constricting Heather's throat, while at the same time holding her in a position where one of her large, soft tits smushed up against Heather's face. "Aren't you entertained? I don't want this to be too boring for you..."

Nevertheless, Ingrid would actually take Heather's 'request' in mind. She stepped backwards, towards the center of the ring, yanking Heather along with her. Then, she would suddenly jerk backwards, trying to transition from her headlock into a DDT, trying to drive Heather's head down into the mat!

[TiefBlau]

It took Heather a bit before she finally realized the softness pressing firmly against her face, it steadily turning quite the deep red as Ingrid's tone of voice really brought out that position to Heather more and more. She whined out, struggling and squirming in her grasp, the softness against her face making her head nearly spin.

"Mngh..hauu..s-shut..shut up!" She whined out before suddenly she was yanked downwards. Her head collided hard with the mat, rocking her body and dazing her just a bit, making her roll over onto her back if Ingrid let her.

[Lunaspark]

Heather rolled onto her back, and Ingrid smiled, sitting up and turning her head to look at the woman. She chuckled softly, enjoying the fact that despite all of her big words and attitude, Heather was lying in a daze on her back before her. Things were going exactly as Ingrid had planned, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

Starting to rise again, she grabbed Heather by the arm, jerking her back up into a standing position again. Then, she tightened her hold and twisted her body around, trying to send Heather flying towards the ropes with a great big Irish whip.

[TiefBlau]

Heather gulped hard as her head was pounding heavily from that DDT, clenching her fists to just try and keep herself moving and her blood pumping so she didn't let herself go completely out of it. She rubbed her temples with the time that she was given before Ingrid got herself back up--but then she yelped out as her arm was grabbed, forcing her back up onto her feet.

She stumbled a little on her feet, gritting her teeth a little before she suddenly was tossed into the ropes with that Irish Whip. She pushed all the strength she could in reacting, yelling out a little as she took a leap. She latched onto the middle rope before propelling herself back at Ingrid with a more simple crossbody springboard.

[Lunaspark]

Well. That was unexpected.

Ingrid had her own plans in mind for Heather's rebound. She had planned on scooping her up, and slamming her back down again, planned on softening her up more and more. Those plans went out the window, however, when Heather suddenly jumped onto the ropes, bouncing back off towards the busty Spaniard.

Their bodies connected, and Ingrid fell backwards, slamming into the mat with a loud thud, arms sprawling to her sides against the canvas.

[TiefBlau]

Heather grunt out as she collided with Ingrid, slamming right into her as she did.She was able to turn it back in her favor, at least temporarily, and she knew she had to act as fast as she could to keep that offensive advantage. She pushed herself up just a little over Ingrid, but she immediately rushed to seat herself on her chest shortly after.

She reached down, gripping at the girl's head, trying to pull her between her thighs and drop to her side--attempting to lock in a tight side headscissor hold on the girl!

[Lunaspark]

"MMF!"

Ingrid began to shout out, her voice muffled as Heather's thighs clamped down on her head, her face shoved up into Heather's crotch. It was hard to see, but Ingrid was blushing from the tight hold and from being stuck in such an embarrassing position, the skin of her cheeks darkening beneath Heather's thighs.

Not one to just lie there and let someone have her way with her, however, Ingrid was quick to strike back. Her hands naturally slid up to Heather's thighs, and she began to grasp at them, trying to get a good hold so that she could pull and pry at them, trying her best to loosen the scissors in hopes of making an escape.

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Heather grinned slightly at the sight of that blush on Ingrid's face. She certainly wasn't intending on getting that out of her, but seeing that it was causing that, she couldn't help but take advantage of that a little. She shuffled forward a bit, making sure her face was firmly pressed in her crotch with the side headscissor hold, snickering a little.

"You can just enjoy yourself being in that position! I'm sure you totally love it!" She let out, her grin beaming on her face. She was fighting with her hands, squeezing as tightly as she could, arching and bucking her hips more and more to jerk around her head and rub herself against her face.

[Lunaspark]

This. This was vile. Ingrid was hating every single moment of this, and with every second that passed, she was inwardly promising more and more punishment towards Heather once she escaped.

She groaned as Heather tightened her legs, her breath hot against the woman's crotch, and when Heather began to buck and arch her body against her, Ingrid had finally had enough.

She gripped Heather's thighs tight, her nails digging at Heather's skin as she tried to focus, tried to gather her strength. Then, with a sharp twist to the side, she would try to roll the two of them over, trying to get them into a position where Heather would be on her back, so that she could make another attempt at escaping from her.