Thicc vs Flex- Misty v. Julia Hiroshi

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty tried to look cool and casual as she rubbed her generous breasts against Julia’s face, but it was actually a bit tougher to keep the squirmy gymnast pinned down than Misty would have liked to admit. “D-damn,” Misty grunted, shoulders shifting as she pressed her chest down onto Julia’s face. Misty could feel Julia’s mouth opening, her hot breath hitting Misty’s warm chest, making the model gasp a little bit. Still, she pushed herself down, making the most of getting to mount the gymnast.

“Oh, there you go!” Misty gasped, as Julia finally managed to get some real words out between the slapping of Misty’s breasts against her cheeks. “Love that fight, girl!” Misty couldn’t help but blush a bit, grinding her body against the fiery gymnast getting to her more than a little bit. Misty still wanted to wear the woman down, but the fans were cheering them along, wanting an even contest. Misty pulled Julia up in hopes of showing off some wrestling skill. She pulled Julia up, stumbling a little as she found her footing, the two struggling women eventually getting back up to their feet.

“Okay, hope you’re ready!” Misty called out, grinning widely as she prepared to bring Julia down for a neckbreaker. Taking a deep breath, Misty was left wide open as Julia drove an elbow back into her body, rocking Misty’s ribs and knocking the wind out of her. Misty released Julia immediately, falling back and grabbing her aching belly. “HOOFFFF!” Misty grunted, falling back. The busty model hit the ropes, leaning back and massaging her body. Misty forgot all about Julia in that moment, only focused on her own aching figure.

[Noob]

Julia was less than happy being treated as Misty's grind toy despite the happy reaction they were getting from the crowd. While she would be more than happy to play with Misty after the match, the gymnast sure as hell wasn't going to let herself end up under Misty unless her legs were wrapped tightly around the model's head. With a blush across her face she was lifted right up to her feet, a few drops of sweat already forming on her forehead. "Nnnng get off. You're the one that's supposed to be getting ready for a butt kicking!" The bluenette protested before her elbow made contact with her opponent.

The bluenette's plan seemed to work and Misty let out a pained grunt. Quickly turning Julia would see her opponent against the ropes. Now was her chance to strike. "Alright...time to get back into this." The gymnast mumbled to herself as she took a deep breath and tried to regain some energy. "OK SHORTSTACK! Here I come!" Julia yelled as she charged forward, now with a new nickname for her opponent. She was ready to turn this fight right around again.

As powerful or highflying moves weren't exactly her thing, Julia really just wanted to get to Misty quickly so that she could bend her foe down and shove Misty's head right between her thighs. Trapping the model in a standing headscissor she would squeeze her fairly toned thighs around Misty's neck. "There. If ya don't enjoy a good stretch then maybe I can give you a good neck massage instead?" The bluenette teased with glee.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty had been doubled over by the elbow strike, and she shook her head. “Stupid …” she mumbled to herself, feeling like she’d stumbled straight into it. Misty tried to back off, but Julia was clearly in no mood to let her breath, getting right on top of the model before Misty even knew what was happening.

“Wh-wha?” Misty stammered, trying to lift her head and look at her opponent. “Shorsta-AACK!” Misty’s eyes went wide open as she felt Julia’s thighs clamp around her head with her body doubled over at the waist. “Ah, c’mon! No!” Misty groaned, face scrunching up in pain as Julia put the pressure on her neck.

Misty tried to squirm out, to pry her head free, but the gymnast was too strong and toned for that. Instead, all Misty managed to accomplish was to slide her feet uselessly on the mat, making her generous, thong-clad ass jiggle and bounce vigorously right under Julia’s view! The fans cheered, watching Misty’s inscreasingly pitiful flailings, her bouncing flesh jiggling in the arena lights.

“N-no way,” Misty gasped, eyes wide as she felt Julia’s legs squeeze down, “not going out like this!” Unfortunately, the rookie didn’t know any real way to counter this. Instead, she could just make it as difficult as possible for Julia to keep the hold on, body bouncing and writhing beneath the girl until she could ride this out- despite her reddening face. Misty was clearly miserable, her eyes opening wide, her mouth opening and closing, the buxom model hoping she could still manage to breath as the gymnast clamped on the pressure!

[Noob]

The gymnast was quite proud of herself, having secured her opponent right between her thighs. While perhaps not the most toned wrestler around she was still happy to flex her legs and tighten her grip around Misty. "Hope ya don't mind this too much shortstack. Or if ya do then ya miiight want to tap out~" Julia sang as she continued squeezing her foe tightly.

Much to the amusement of the crowd, Misty's struggling was causing her to put on quite a show. The bluenette couldn't help but giggle as she caught a glimpse of the model's bouncing ass. "Oh what do we have here?" She teased as she raised both of her hands and brought them down on Misty's cheeks. Hoping to give the crowd an even better view she would tug up slightly at the woman's thong. "Hehe sorry. Couldn't help myself." Julia would say a bit apologetically. She hoped she didn't go too overboard with teasing her captive foe.

It was apparent that Misty wasn't exactly having a great time though. The woman's struggles were becoming quite the nuisance for Julia. Instead of waiting for herself to lose her balance she would try to take Misty to the ground first. falling to the side she hoped to take her opponent with her to the mat. If she managed to topple the other wrestler Julia would release Misty from her grip and try and scramble behind her to sit the model up and then catch her in a tight sleeper from behind. She was going to see just how long it would take to squeeze the fight out of her opponent.

[Luncha_Libre]

“NNnnngh!” Misty groaned, feeling the gymnast’s legs tighten around her neck. Wide-eyed and clearly miserable, the model was scrambling to figure out a way out of this predicament before Julia could really take advantage of her prone, helpless body!

The laughs and cheers of the crowd certainly didn’t help, as Misty’s bouncing buns drew loud reactions from the fans. “Aw, come on!” Misty whimpered, blushing beneath Julia’s thighs as she realized what a spectacle she was putting on. “Lemme go-OOH!” Misty’s whining turned into a squeal as she felt the fabric of her thong dig into the sensitive flesh of her buns and crotch, only making her squirm even more vigorously.

“H-hey!” Misty gasped, when Julia released her. Misty flailed forward, nearly stumbling and falling onto her face as Julia ducked away from her. Misty fell to her hands and knees first, stumbling forward pitifully, looking far less composed than her fans might have expected out of the pretty young model. “Ah, no! Noo!” Misty cried out, realizing what was happening just as Julia settled on top of her, and locked in the sleeperhold!

“AAAAUGH,” Misty cried out, grimacing in misery. “Aaaugh, no! Nooo, no!” Misty was positively wailing now, as Julia locked in the hold. The girl balled her hands into fists and pounded the mat in frustration at either side of her foe. Misty’s body was being put on full display in the hold, sweaty brown flesh glistening in the arena light. Misty’s belly clenched and softened, the girl taking deep breaths as Julia choked her out.

“Noo~” Misty whimpered, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth. Face reddening, Misty knew she had to act quickly. On instinct. Digging her feet into the mat, Misty clenched her core, then bucked hard against Julia’s core! Misty bounced her thick ass against Julia’s midsection, a desperate tactic, but one she hoped she could use to loosen the gymnast’s grip. For as long as her body would allow it, Misty would let her thick black body bounce hard against Julia, thrusting, grinding against the girl to try and punish her back for this debilitating, humiliating hold!

[Noob]

Now all smiles, Julia held Misty tightly in her grasp. She was content to keep her opponent like this as long as possible since there seemed to be little risk to doing so and the crowd was absolutely enjoying her performance. The bluenette soon leaned in closer t whisper to her foe. "You're not really that great at this are you? Maaaaybe you should just tap out~? Unless of course you want everyone to see you pass out. Hey I don't judge." She teased, punctuating her last statement with a more audible giggle for the crowd. Now resting her head on Misty's shoulder she would lightly rock the woman from side to side.

All was going well for Julia until her opponent's struggles began to really heat up. Clearly desperate to escape the gymnast's hold, Misty was bucking as if there was no tomorrow. While that might be a fair assessment of the situation it was nonetheless bothersome for the gymnast who found herself rather lacking in strength. "Nnng...just stop...that...would ya?" Julia cried out as she was jostled about. Failing to reposition herself, a few of the bounces would really catch her by surprise. The gymnast winced as she struggled to hold onto her foe. It wasn't too long before her grip loosened.

"You're not gonna beat me...just by grinding!" Julia huffed. While she wouldn't be able to hold on to Misty for much longer, she wasn't about to let her escape. Hoping her opponent wasn't able to break free of her hold just yet, Julia would try to maneuver the model onto their stomach with her laying on top. She had little in the way of a follow up though and if she even managed to succeed she would just end up lying panting atop her foe with her arms loosely around their neck.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty couldn’t believe how easily she was being manhandled by the more slender Julia, and the woman’s taunts were getting to her. The model shivered as she heard Julia giggle, unable to control her worry at the possibility that Julia would, indeed, make her pass out in front of the packed LAW crowd!

That fear might have fueled Misty’s bucking and writhing, added some desperate passion to her attempts to escape and turn the tables on the bluenette! Julia’s asking Misty to stop was the last thing she needed, that light at the end of the tunnel that helped Misty keep fighting, making her grinding intensify as she thrust her curvaceous body against Julia harder and harder, until she was down on the mat with Julia. The gymnast wouldn’t stay there, however, shifting on top of Misty, but the model had some energy now. She had some hope that she could do this!

“N-nope,” Misty panted, smiling, “not just by grinding!” Misty wound up on her stomach, with the smaller girl on top of her. Planting her hands on the mat, Misty started to push herself up. She bucked her thick ass upward, trying to lift Julia as she did so, literally fighting from the bottom. Misty tried to lift both herself and Julia up, the girl mounting her. Misty put all her strength into this effort, wanting to hoist the smaller gymnast up, her body quivering until she could get up to her feet.

“I-I got more than that …” Misty moaned, as she got up. If Misty could get up to her feet, with Julia on top, Misty would eventually reach back, wrap her hands around Julia’s neck and tuck her against her shoulder. Then, Misty would drop down, trying to punish the gymnast riding her down with a stunner, wanting to rock the young lady’s jaw!

[Noob]

The gymnast was content to just press her chest against Misty's back as she lay atop her and took a little breather. While she had held the advantage for a bit, Julia found dealing with her opponent's struggles was no easy task. She only hoped that she was wearing down the other wrestler more than she was being worn out.

Unfortunately Julia found herself losing ground fast. While she thought that she had the upper hand, that thought quickly left her head as she felt herself lifting higher off of the ground. "Nnng hey wait! C'mon stay down shortstack!" The bluenette whined. It seemed Misty had much more fight left in her than the bluenette anticipated. The gymnast would throw a few light punches to her opponent's back but as strength was far from her forte it appeared that they had little effect. And so she would just hang on, hoping when the two got to their feet she could just reapply another choke and bring the model back down.

As Misty finally rose to her feet, Julia would try to wrap her arms tightly around the woman's neck. That didn't go as planned though as Misty reached up and grabbed Julia. Before the bluenette could do anything about it she felt herself being pulled down. "GUUUGGHHHH!" She cried out as her jaw slammed right against her opponent's shoulder. The gymnast would fall back and sprawl out, now seeing stars after a hard impact. "Nnnngggg..." She groaned, practically seeing stars for a few moments.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty was trying not to let Julia get to her, trying to keep herself strong and her heart pounding as she fought back against the gymnast. Through her misery, Misty was trying to focus, to take deep breaths, and to keep herself from getting talked out of even trying. Her thick body quivering, these emotions still drove her on, make her do everything in her power to stand tall and lift Julia up with her!

“Hnngh! Ah!” Misty grunted, feeling Julia’s punches hit her in the back. Misty had taken worse, she thought, but it gave her pause. Her legs shook and stumbled. Still, Misty reached around, and clutched at Julia’s head. Misty bit her bottom lip, grunting, then dropping herself sharply. Her butt would bounce off the mat, but Julia’s jaw would be rocking off her shoulder as she landed the cutter!

Misty could only gasp for air, when the move connected, and Julia was sent flying. Misty stared out at the crowd, watching them roar as the gymnast was sent sprawling out behind her. Misty’s chest and shoulders heaved forward as she gasped for air, panting pitifully as her sweat-sheened body swayed in the breeze.

Wordlessly, Misty rolled herself backward. The model would drag her ass across Julia’s body while she slid up her. Misty would grab a leg along the way, hooking it and pulling it upward. Misty put a hand up in the air, as if calling for the referee. One finger extended, lifted up to the arena lights. The ref slid in, hand extended. With each beat, Misty would rock her head, her light afro bouncing along in time with the count. Misty let her curves settle atop Julia, her exhausted body letting out a sigh as she went for the pin.

“ONE!”

[Noob]

Sprawled out on the ground, Julia was looking worse for the wear. If there was one thing the lightweight wasn't good at handling it was hard impacts like the one she just received. With her chest slowly rising and falling she would just reflect on the mistake she had made to end up like this until she could catch her breath. While the match might have stopped for Julia, her opponent was still ready to keep moving and was soon sliding herself up the gymnast's body. The bluenette would offer little initial resistance as her leg was pulled upwards.

Julia let out a slight sigh while Misty's rather warm body pressed against her, her curves overtaking Julia's smaller frame. She could feel the woman's slightly sweaty skin rubbing against her while Misty got comfortable. Meanwhile Julia winced and groaned while just struggling to get her head back into the match.

Despite being unhappy with her position she did at least have an interesting view. She had to admit Misty looked adorable rocking her head with the count. Julia would almost feel bad for trying to ruin the moment. But of course she had a match to win and couldn't let it all end like this. Gathering her strength she would wait for the referee to make the second count before bucking her hips and kicking her legs up. "Nnnnnng!" She grunted, straining her body in her attempt to kick out.