L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

After an couple of punches , Alyssa would manage to roll them around as she manage to get on top as she would smirk as she had the Duchess beneath her. Their breasts grinding against each other as she would feel the other wrestler rise up . Only to then go down as she would hear her shout in frustration as she replies back ''well maybe because you don't deserve it bitch. You royal brats don't deserve anything besides being knocked out by an my breasts''.

Priscilla saw her opponent smirking as Alyssa managed to come out on top of her in the struggle, calling her a bitch and a royal brat and threatening to knock her out with her breasts.

"I'd like to see you try it, bitch face!" the duchess grunted, but as they struggled she was watching to see what her feisty opponent would do with her breasts to back up her threat.

Alyssa had talked an big game , but she was not in an position to make good on her threats until after she came out on top in their struggles. As she would look down at the Duchess as she had an grin on her face as she would lean forward as she replied back ''well let's find out here and now then''

"Ok fine! Bring it on then!" Priscilla realised Alyssa was teasing her yet again and knew that if the pinkette was really to make good on her threats she would have to come out on top in their struggles first. As her opponent grinned and leaned forward, the duchess raised both hands and interlocked their fingers together in an attempt to stop Alyssa bringing her breasts down on her upturned face and smothering her.

Hearing the other wrestler taunting her to bring it on the cowgirl would lean forward as she would feel something stopping her descend. Still she would push forward as she wanted to engulfing her opponent's face with her breasts as she whispered ''just accept it. As the next time you open your eyes you will see me standing above you in victory''.

Angered at hearing the American taunt her in this way, the English duchess pushed back and for a moment was able to stop the cowgirl's breasts descending on her face. But gravity was working in Alyssa's favour who began using all her weight and strength as they struggled until her cleavage began to engulf Priscilla's upturned features. Realising the danger she was in, the Duchess pushed her crotch up against her opponent in a bridge attempt and for a few moments they strained together sexily, but the cowgirl forced Priscilla down heavily and her face was rapidly becoming sealed by the other woman's full breasts.

Alyssa would just keep smiling as slowly she was able to cover the whole of her opponent's head with her face. As she had engulfed the other wrestler's features with her lovely breasts as she would grab hold onto the arrogant noble. Which she did just in time as not an second later she was forced upwards as the Duchess would go for an bridge which would just help her press her breasts even tighter against her face as she had the other wrestler trapped beneath her as she whispered ''just drift away or tap you moron''

Priscilla's struggles intensified as Alyssa's fragrant breasts engulfed her face like large, sweaty limpets and she kicked out in a last desperate attempt to escape. But the cowgirl clung grimly to the duchess's writhing, bucking body like the expert rodeo rider she was... pressing her breasts even tighter against her face until the wrestler trapped beneath her did indeed just begin to drift away and was forced to frantically tap out her submission.

Alyssa would hold onto her opponent as if her life depended on it as the Duchess tried to throw her off. When the moment came when her opponent would begin to tap it was meet with laughter. As this was an hentai match as she would whisper ''sorry idiot , but I am going to smother you unconscious. Once that happen I will take my time to force you to cum to win this match''as the referee could do nothing to stop the cowgirl.

"That's sooooo unfair!!" Priscilla wailed but, as her face was enclosed by Alyssa's sweaty boobs, the sound was completely cut off as the cowgirl began smothering the duchess to carry out the first part of her threat.
The Englishwoman's struggles intensified now, thrashing her limbs around and trying to buck the cowgirl off.
But it was no good, as Priscilla was well and truly locked in to the smother hold now, and her writhing gradually subsided until she relaxed unconscious in her opponent's grip.