Edith Una Vs. Love & Lust: The Suffocating Sweetness of Cupids Cushions

[SweetHeart]

Edith's face burned crimson as she felt the unmistakable strain in her trousers, the fabric pulling across her thighs and crotch with each agonizing inch Angel wrenched her legs further apart. Her teeth gritted together, a low growl of frustration building in her chest as the blonde just kept smiling and cranking, her slacks screaming in protest with every passing second.

"G-Get off of me, you—" RIIIIIP!

The sound was deafening in her ears, the strained caused a tear that ran from the inseam of her right thigh all the way up to her hip, exposing the tanned skin and the edge of her black underwear beneath. A wave of white-hot humiliation crashed through her, quickly followed by a surge of pure, unfiltered rage. Her eyes snapped wide, then narrowed into slits as a snarl curled her lips.

With a guttural roar, Edith's core muscles exploded into action. She twisted her hips violently, looking to break Angel's grip on her legs with sheer brute force, and in one fluid motion, she kipped up to her feet. Before Angel could even process the sudden reversal, her leg swung around in a vicious arc, her heel aiming squarely with his stomach in a brutal axe kick!

Regardless if it hit or not, Edith would stand over him, chest heaving, the torn remnants of her slacks fluttering around her thighs, Edith planted her hands on her hips and glared down at the groaning blonde, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment but her eyes burning with fury.

"You stupid airheaded PERV!” She shouted, clearly upset by the boys actions, looking to grab him by the ponytail, trying to lift him up, looking to try and hit the pretty boy with a quick snap piledriver, wanting to put ish him for his antics!

[ADarlingDucky]

The longer that Angel held on to Edith's legs, the more and more that the well-dressed wrestler tried to struggle and rip herself free, the more that her violent struggles seemed to wreak havoc on her outfit, until an almighty ripping sound would fill the arena. In her desperation to get free, Edith had caused her wardrobe malfunction to heighten until her slacks had ripped fully up the seam, leaving them falling away around her legs, her lower body now exposed while Angel held her in the hold. Something that, quite clearly, aggrivated the well-dressed woman to no end, as her struggles renewed with enough vigor that she was quickly working herself free! The renewed struggles would see Edith become too hard to contain, eventually finding a way to force herself out of Angel's grasp, as she rolled away and the two of them began to stand!

Unfortunately for Angel, the blonde would find that Edith was fighting with even more fervor than before, as she would suddenly stand and swing her leg at him, delivering a hard axe kick to his stomach! The blow forced the air out of his lungs, before she would grab hold of his ponytail and hoist him up and shove his head between her legs, before delivering a sudden snap piledriver!

"What do you- UUGH!" Angel was stopped suddenly as he was dropped down, head slamming into the mat as Edith completed the move, leaving the pretty blonde to flop to the canvas with a groan, his curves jiggling as he came to a rest! The move had certainly stunted his momentum, and he was now left quite stunned after Edith's sudden comeback!

[SweetHeart]

Edith's chest heaved with fury as she stood over Angel's crumpled form, the torn remnants of her slacks fluttering around her thighs. The humiliation of the wardrobe malfunction still burned in her cheeks, but it was quickly being replaced by a cold, calculated anger. She grabbed the pretty blonde by his ponytail, her free hand hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pink thong, giving it a sharp, brutal YANK that hiked the fabric high between his cheeks. "Perverted little brat," Edith snarled, her voice dripping with venom as she dragged Angel across the ring by his thong, the pink fabric digging cruelly into his flesh. She released the wedgie with a satisfying snap, her bare thighs clamping around his head in a vicious Headscissor. The sweat-slicked skin of her legs pressed tight against his temples, cutting off his air as she flexed her powerful muscles, squeezing with all the fury she could muster.

Edith leaned back, her hands planted on the canvas as she made sure he felt every ounce of her weight pressing down on him. But she wasn't done with him yet—not by a long shot. With a evil glare in her eye, she shifted her weight, angling her body so that she had a clear angle of the pretty blonde's exposed backside, still clad in that ridiculous pink thong that was now riding high between his cheeks from the wedgie she'd given him.

Without warning, Edith's hand came down in a sharp, brutal arc, her palm striking the bare flesh of Angel's ass with a resounding CRACK that echoed through the ring. But this wasn't a simple slap—this was a knife-edge chop, her fingers held rigid and flat as she brought them down across his exposed cheek with punishing precision. The impact left an angry red mark blooming across his pale skin. "THAT'S for ripping my pants!" Edith snarled, her voice cold and unforgiving as she brought her hand down again, another sharp chop landing on the other cheek with equal force. "I hope you have some manners, because if I don't get an apology I have no issue staying here."