L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Why couldn't more hentai matches just end like this? She loved wrestling once and was getting to do so again, but there was really no need to make their sex all fight-y when you got down to the brass tacks of it. Eleanor would have gladly took her time exploring the hefty breast in her hands. More fun things would no doubt follow.

Sadly, that wasn't the world Eleanor Gray lived in. Now came the unavoidable downside of being a smaller wrestler. Vera didn't escape with ease per se, but it wasn't all that hard on her to stand up. And once she was on her feet... Newton came to play. What comes up must come down, a fact that Vera Sapphire reminded her foe of with a simple fall to the canvas!

"Gyah!" Eleanor grunted. The impact wracked her spine a bit as physics and a sexy titan of a woman combined to bring the pain. "Gaahh..." she moaned out, rolling as best she could on the canvas as she struggled to get her bearings.

"Aaaaaaah...", Vera let out after Eleanor released her from both the hold and the grope. She could still feel the spot where the former politician groped her a moment ago. The moan was just as much in relief from pain as in pleasure.

"Nice try, hottie..." Vera said, as she got up, with Eleanor being on shaky legs after the counter: "It would be rude of me not to repay the favour!"

Vera would swiftly approach Eleanor, her hands open wide as she seized the purplenette, driving her arms right around the small of her back, lifting the ex-politician in such a way to force her face to nestle perfectly inside her cleavage!

On another day, getting squished beneath nearly 190 pounds of sex and muscle would've qualified as a great night out. Not here, though. The fall winded Eleanor; she was on all fours and still struggling to catch her breath when Vera was onto her.

She was tugged to her feet by the upper body, until she was face to face with the same chest she'd just been groping. "Wait, you're not gonna-- ah, shit. Nonono, noooofh!" Eleanor's face was quickly engulfed in Vera's rack as the Russian woman cinched in a smother! Eleanor waved her arms and kicked her legs, panicking on instinct from the loss of air, but to no avail.

”Why, I absolutely will, dearest Eleanor!”, Vera would taunt Eleanor, slipping her arm underneath her rival’s rear, trying to lift her up off her feet, and parade her around in a smother as she did so:

”Just try to not go to sleep on me there! We still have a lot of fun stuff coming up!”, Vera would tell the ex-politician, little care in the world that she might try and get out of the smother!