L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Estelle Etoile let out a soft, throaty moan of pure satisfaction as Karuda’s face was buried deep in the soft, heavy valley of her cleavage. The cobalt-blue leotard strained against the pressure, warm flesh enveloping the younger woman’s head completely while Estelle’s thick arms kept her locked in place.

The sudden, vicious tightening of those legs around her waist made her teal eyes flutter for a brief second. A low, appreciative hum vibrated through her chest, right against Karuda’s muffled face.

Instead of pulling away, Estelle leaned into the squeeze. She shifted her stance wider, thick powerful thighs bracing as she used her full weight to press downward, trying to buckle Karuda’s locked ankles through sheer mass and leverage.

Karuda had hoped that her legs were powerful enough to make the woman rethink keeping the hug and smother combo for much longer than needed, after all oxygen was starting to become a luxury and her lungs were burning up what she still had as a supply, and that was not good for the Rine matriarch.

But it simply became worse as Estelle refused to let go and met the squeeze head on, and that was not a good sign for Karuda as her legs were not going to be enough to break free or at the very least be able to breathe again, which was the bigger problem. Pain she can deal with, she just needed air to endure. So, she brought her hands up and underneath Estelle's arms, sliding along the length of them since she couldn't actually see properly thanks to a pair of massive melons obscuring air and vision.

Once her hands would find Estelle's armpits, Karuda would try to jab and dig her thumbs into them, going for something different in order to breathe again since her legs were not cutting it, and her scissor hold was starting to weaken thanks to the widened stance.

Estelle Etoile let out a sharp, involuntary gasp as Karuda’s thumbs dug hard into the sensitive flesh of her armpits. The sudden, precise pressure sent a jolt of discomfort through her, teal eyes widening for a brief moment.

“Ah—!”

The crushing bearhug loosened. Estelle’s arms reluctantly slid free from around Karuda’s waist as she staggered back a step, one hand briefly pressing against the side of her own ribs where the digs had landed. Soft, heavy breasts heaved as she drew in a deep breath of her own, the cobalt-blue leotard shifting with the movement. She recovered quickly, though, rolling her thick shoulders as she smirked across the ring at the younger woman.