Blanco Sombre v Eileen Sommers: Make or Break

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco could feel Eileen’s eyes on him and felt suddenly much weaker. The German woman was getting in his head and staying there. “Ngh,” Blanco grunted, as he felt Eileen close over him from above, locking his arms and trapping him in a humiliating position!

“C’mon, Mister!” Holly called out, slapping the ring apron with both hands, frantically. “Push out of this! She can’t do this to you!” Holly’s eyes were wide, not liking any of what she was seeing. Eileen had Blanco bent over, his toned ass wriggling as he struggled against her grip, his hands extended uselessly as she held him trapped.

Blanco could barely hear her cries, however, his head smothered by Eileen’s warm thighs. Eileen’s condescending taunt came through, however, making him gasp as he pushed against her again. Her ‘pickle’ comment sent a chill through him, making him think of his painfully rigid manhood. Blanco tried to writhe free, grunting “Ngh, no! I can get out of this …”

[Devilish53]

"No..no you can't..." Eileen hummed, again and again over and over as she held those arms firmly. From the angle Blanco was at, there wasn't much force he could put into his arms to burst free, not without inadvertently perhaps wrenching them behind her back. Still, the hold was not one Eileen could hold forever. Nor one she wanted to, given besides the humiliation factor, and the fact she was regaining a little breath, it was doing nought but restrain the male.

"You're done for..." She'd whisper, leaning in and letting her heavy breasts once more grind against his shoulder blades, before putting an idea into motion. Rolling on her curvy rear and thick thighs, Eileen saw to tip the two over, holding those arms as best she could though not necessarily tightly behind his back anymore. On that sideways sit, she'd be given more options specifically with her legs, options she was keen on utilising.

By snaring those thick mighty thighs around Blanco's head, from his point of view from above and behind, to try and crush that skull like it was made to be!

[Luncha_Libre]

“C’mon, Da-Mister! Come on, you can do this!” Holly was right up against the ring apron, her ample breasts mushrooming against the edge of the ring as she shook the bottom rope. Her dislike for Eileen was already palpable, but watching her man get emasculated in the ring by her was driving the British Bombshell nearly mad. “Just … just get out!”

“Nnnooo …” Blanco moaned, hearing Eileen promise his impending demise. The redhead’s curvaceous body all over him, feeling her breasts and thighs engulfing his lean figure, was flooding his head, leaving him helpless as she twisted him around, and dropped the both of them into a headscissor! “AAAAH!” Blanco cried out, feeling his arms and neck cranked and punished by Eileen’s powerful thighs!

Though it would put additional pressure on his arms, Blanco could only think of one escape. Taking a deep breath, the luchador tried to bring his legs around, rolling with Eileen so that he could get the top of his head, which was suffocating between her soft thighs, against the mat. From there, he hoped he could bridge over the dominant woman, and at least pull his head free. Of course, even if that were successful, Blanco knew he was far from out of danger!

[Devilish53]

Eileen moved as Blanco did, shuffling on her wide hips and sharp elbows as the male inevitably looked for an escape. Eileen didn't feel as though this particular scissors, strong as it may be, would be the match decider, but there was nothing to say she couldn't have fun with it. For every second that passed, she felt the cheeks between her legs compress and compact, with air blowing across her soft skin.

Snarling in both delight and curiosity as Blanco turned to press his head against the mat, the fact Eileen had locked the scissors behind his head only made Eileen turn with him. Now turned onto her front, she'd arch her top half up; hands pushing, to make it seem as though she was purposefully doing something of a cleavage-filled press up. The posture had more advantages than simply allowing her to bare more pressure down on that head, mind. Namely in the fact she could stare right at the vixen struggling to watch on outside the ring.

"I'll be finished with him soon...You can have him back..." She'd shoot out with a lick of her lips, unaware Blanco was just about to try for quite the dramatic bridge; one which brought those legs close to her own skull!

[Luncha_Libre]

Eileen had been doing a masterful job of controlling Blanco Sombre thus far, and the luchador was feeling both the strain of the hold and the humiliation of being physically dominated like this. Still, groaning and writhing in her grip, Blanco worked hard at formulating a counter. This, despite feeling the redhead’s creamy thighs press down on his neck, warm flesh causing him to moan and pant between her legs!

As the two of them turned, Holly watched in horror. Seeing her man’s head between another woman’s legs wasn’t fun in any event, and Eileen showing off her dominance only made it worse. Holly watched Eileen grind against her man, and her eyes were transfixed on Eileen’s cleavage as she pressed up. Her words caught the Brit off-guard, making her gasp. Unable to formulate a response, Holly only held a hand over her mouth. That was, until she saw Blanco turn into the bridge. His lean body arched over Eileen, his toned legs suddenly snapping hard across her neck! “YES!” Holly cried out, leaping into the air. Her bouncing breasts pulled her shirt up, exposing her full belly, but the posh British Bombshell didn’t even seem to notice!

“Th-there!” Blanco groaned, crossing his ankles as he tightened his muscular thighs around Eileen’s neck! He pulled hard to get his head out from between her legs, the acrobatic display from the luchador trying to turn the tables on his dominant tormentor.

[Devilish53]

The moment those legs came around her, Eileen turned savage. Seemingly not even taking the moment to thank her lucky stars that Blanco's legs didn't outright land on her skull and cave it in, Eileen naturally released her own scissors whilst putting her hands straight to the males own. Fingers digging in with nails prominent, as it became apparent she had no interest in even suffering a counter scissors slightly!

"You...little..." Eyes shutting tight, not from the pain, yet at least, but from the fact if she knew she had accidentally crossed eyes with Holly again in this state, she'd be somewhat humiliated!

[Luncha_Libre]

“Hhhgnnn!!” Blanco groaned, feeling Eileen’s nails in his arms. The luchador flexed hard, trying to use his leverage to pull his arms away from her grip. Blanco was sure that Eileen would cause some damage with this, the redheaded dominatrix going wild as Blanco tried to take a dominant position, but he wasn’t giving up that leg scissor easily.

“C’mon, Mister, choke her out!” Holly called out, moving close to the ring to get a better view of the action. Her shirt was still riding up, bra showing slightly beneath the fabric, but Holly didn’t even seem to notice. She was more concerned with getting in Eileen’s face, and taking in every moment of the buxom German’s misery!

At that, Blanco started to grin through the pain. Now on top, the luchador started to shift to a seated position on top of his foe. He sat his toned ass down on Eileen, shifted his leg lock tighter around her head, and began to squeeze for all he was worth. The man’s upper body flexed tightly as he settled on top of his curvy foe, taking the pain of her raking grip for all he could, while trying to choke more fight out of Eileen!

[Devilish53]

The hold only growing all the fiercer, Eileen's cheeks were matching her hair as her fingers could only do so much. Scratching and clawing for every bit they could, loss of strength in her arms that came naturally with the loss of air and strain on her figure meant those clawing motions became increasingly less effective as the seconds passed. If Eileen couldn't muster up a proper response, then the closing image of this match would be the redhead choked out, cleavage still abound given her posture, with Blanco sat upon her back!

Gagging with her eyes slowly opening, only to begin the early stages of watering, Eileen put all stock on one last sudden motion. Hands coming from those legs, given they were serving no purpose, she'd put them either side of her before pushing. Her modest strength put into use not as she tried to rise, but instead simply roll. Even if she could just get onto her side, she'd be allowed free movement with her hips and legs, most likely in a direction away from her opponent as to make for a break.

If luck would have it and Blanco was completely unprepared for the motion, Eileen may have found herself on top; front facing the sky with his shoulders to the canvas, almost in a reverse roll-up of sorts!

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly was watching Eileen’s face change with absolute delight. The British Bombshell was even a bit giddy, hopping up and down, clapping and grinning. And when Holly saw Eileen’s eyes even start to water, she simply couldn’t help herself. The Brit gasped, clutching her hands over her face. “Is- is she going to tap?” Holly gasped in excitement.

Blanco, meanwhile, was satisfied but less delighted. Controlling a woman like Eileen, even barely, was thrilling but difficult. The curvy redhead was struggling hard beneath him, making him work for it even as she seemed to start to fade. The luchador’s eyes widened beneath his mask as Eileen pushed against the mat and managed to reverse their positions into a modified roll-up! “No!” Holly cried out, from ringside.

“ONE!” Called the ref, as Eileen pinned Blanco to the mat unexpectedly. Blanco knew he had to act fast or face a rather sudden- and humiliating- finish! Acting quickly, Blanco braced his hands against the mat, tightened his legs’ grip on Eileen, and thrust outward from his core. If she could, he’d end up bridging once again, pushing Eileen up and off with a headstand leg scissor. Then, quick as he could, Blanco would spin out of the hold. The leg scissor throw was a classic of lucha libre, and if Blanco could pull off the move, he would throw Eileen off of him, giving both competitors some room to breathe!

[Devilish53]

Eileen didn't seek a match end right now, despite appearances as her figure leaned near fully on Blanco at that awkward angle, but she could put to use the basic fact even in her agony that the more force she put into it, the more Blanco had to exert himself to buck her off. And surely enough, though it came in quite the spectacular manner, Eileen found the forced release she sought.

Baring her teeth as the pressure only remained throughout, the moment Blanco began to unravel like a coiled spring, Eileen took that as a signal to burst forward with her own might. Seeking to use the commotion to pull her head free of those legs, Eileen looked to create distance on her own terms, yanking free of Blanco's leggy hold as she pivoted on her toes; coming to a stop a good few metres in front of her foe, whom, to her surprise was carrying enough motion to get standing himself!