Madeline Christiansen vs. Amandine Mayeaux - Bolide Impact

[Lightman]

"Consern...is a crime, now?" Madeline groaned. "Someone's very keen to please...hahhh~...or is this... overcompensating for something~?"

Her teasing words were strained, but Madeline couldn't help but chicken whilst she groaned and grunted under the oppressive weight of Amandine and her over-excited humping. Her outer thighs strained and rubbed against Amandine's tree trunk-like pair. The fiery pain of the weight of the fireball mixed with a firm, intimate warmth. Dense breasts blobbed and mushroomed, squishing outwards rapidly from the sheer weight as they mashed against her opponent. Amandine was really getting into it, redoubling the weight placed on the English Rose, mass pressing inwards to the point where Madeline thought it was a matter of time till the ropes break by the sheer tension of holding these two tall ladies.

The over-eagerness continued once Amandine paired it with a deep kiss and a harsh tug of her hair. Madeline moaned deep into the kiss, while she felt the burning pain on her scalp. "So cute~." Madeline whispered into Amandine's own lips, sucking on her attempt at weaponised affection. "Thinking I'd be surprised by a kiss~. They're best saved for dessert, you know." Pressed closely, muscles struggling to expand against the Frenchwoman while her damn was nearly about to burst. Madeline simply had to hold her ground as her size and deceptive strength kept Amandine from pushing any further. Madeline then disconnected her lips, leaning back, watching with a wry smile upon feeling a suspicious bit of wetness on Amandine's fingertips.

"Well well....desperate to feed your desires, weren't you?" Madeline giggled. Though the slight tingle began to stir on her skin. A sensation that Madeline initially thought because of the amount of heat Amandine had generated from the body humping. "H-how premature...and not yet ripe. Or...w-was my whole body that...mmmm~...m-m-much of a treat? Greedy little thing~." The English Rose teased, through quickening, ragged breath, her heart abnormally hasting. A flushed face can be seen, as if the body humping didn't make her cheeks rosy, all the while her womanhood began to leak more and pulsate strongly.

[NoChill27]

Amandine took great joy in her work. Pain and pleasure washed over Madeline, her body weight pressing down on her inch and by inch. And of course, the sensual grinding sending shivers down the Englishwoman's stifled spine.

"Oh darling. You're not the first person to talk like that to me.",She smirked back, licking up her collarbone. Slowly, she pressed her face near the underside of Madeline tits, nuzzling her cheeks against them, her hot breaths passing over Madeline's covered nipples.

"And I'm the greedy one? Look who's the one getting wet from a simple massage session~" Amandine teased, yanking up her wet bottom over her crotch.

But these little teasing aside, they are sti technically in fight. These were just distractions to let the English Rose to lower her guard. And once lust had momentarily clouded Madeline's focus, Amandine seized the opportunity for a decisive strike.

The Fireball suddenly peeled her away from Madeline, only to suddenly land a single powerful punch righ into her gut. As Madeline would reel from the unexpected blow, Amandine, capitalized on her vulnerable state. What followed then after was nothing short of amazing.

Amandine unleashed a barrage of kicks on Madeline as she remained pressed against the ropes. First, a front kick targeted Madeline's lips, whipping her heard back.Following up, Amandine executed a roundhouse kick aimed at the nape of Madeline's neck, knocking the air off her body.

[Lightman]

“Nnngh…I’d be surprised…if I was the first.” Madeline panted. It wasn’t as if the body-to-body grinding would leave her this ragged, but this was something else. It wasn’t a normal one, mind you, the kind that is a slow sensual grind or even whilst keeping close, jostling and indulging their primal flesh. Amandine grew hotter and hotter the more they rubbed and scrapped against each other. Perhaps this is a mere side effect of it all.

However, the growing burning of her loins suggested something different. The clouds inside her head began forming, barely taking in the Frenchwoman nuzzling her cheeks against Madeline’s bosom. The Fireball’s hot breath added more heat to the growing blaze. “Not as...mmmm...much…as you…hah…I’d wager…” The English Rose’s thoughts and speech would be easily distracted by a yank of her bottoms, before a punch that would dig into her already sore stomach. Perhaps doing what Amandine’s sculpted abs could not.

For Madeline, a yank of her bikini bottoms and a gut punch would be the least of her problems. Amandine had peeled away from Madeline, only for the Frenchwoman to break the brief respite massively. "Puuugh!" A weirdly wet foot shot straight towards Madeline as she hung on the ropes, smashing at her rosy lips, snapping her head back upwards to the ceiling for a moment, before another smacked at her neck. Whatever substance it was would stick and linger on Madeline’s lips and nape, though the sheer power from those kicks was the major thing Madeline could think of. Marbled collum that is her legs crashing against her body once more, yet they struck with precision unusual for a heavyweight. All of that didn’t bode good news for the English Rose, and that’s without her womanhood beginning to pulsate harder than before.

[NoChill27]

While Madeline could only groan and endure Amadine's strikes on the ropes, the Fireball's attacks didn't let up even after the previous ones. With her air supply abruptly knocked out and dazed, Amandine then switched her target to Madeline's bikini clad breasts!

As she closed the distance, Amandine unleashed a barrage of punches onto Madeline's mamarries. The impact reverberated through the confined space of the ring, the black and pink bikini top still enduring the barrage of punches even as the huge breast that they are holding bounce around with each punch. Amandine was bombarding her opponent with a flurry of heavy-handed blows, swinging crushing hammer-like impacts against her opponent’s breast and body. But...

The French Fireball then momentarily halted the attacks, then cocked her right fist back...

...before slamming a powerful strike into Madeline's right breast!

[Lightman]

Amandine was getting into it, and that was a massive problem. It was one thing to deal with those earlier kicks. The large marble columns left the English Rose struggling to keep herself on her feet after those two. It was another to deal with the suspicious rise of her arousal as if her body itself was reacting pleasantly to those strikes. Though Madeline knew her body very well, something was amiss from the start. Though she wasn’t in the state to raise a complaint.

Especially as the French Fireball never stopped her aggressive barrage, only this time her target went lower. Feeling the knuckles dug into her breasts, smashing and mushrooming them like they’re sandbags. It’s a wonder how her bikini top stayed on during this assault.

It all had the Briton crying out in pain, but moans were mixed in, interspersed with heated sighs and heavy panting. Her blood was at a boil, even after the final one that might have cracked a rib! Madeline’s body pitched forward into the fist, her chestnut locks flowing down as she desperately gasped for air.

[NoChill27]

Amandine enjoyed the growing ferocity of the exchange, her violent tirade continuing as Madeline tried to withstand the onslaught.

Madeline was left teetering on the edge by the hot blows directed towards her lower body, her reactions a combustible mixture of agony and excitement.

Madeline could do nothing as Amandine's knuckles dug into her breasts with each hit, enjoying the swaying of her large breast in that that top still held strong despite the assault. Moans and hot sighs of arousal blended with the Briton's shouts of anguish, a symphony of opposing sensations that added to the French Fireball's enjoyment.

Even as Madeline was desperately gasping for air, tired and baited breast wheezing out of her lips, Amandine continued.

The motion began with a subtle shift of her weight onto her left foot. Amidst the moans,Amandine then launched a kick directly towards Madeline's crotch.

[Lightman]

Madeline struggled to catch her breath, her body overwhelmed with a mix of pain and pleasure that made her feel like she was about to burst from the seams. The pain part was obvious, and Madeline wouldn’t have pegged Amandine to be a striker, but she moved like one who’s experienced. Unlike the lumbering giants that pro wrestling knows, the ones from K-1, that alone is a terrifying prospect to deal with, evident with just one strike leaving her in massive pain, let alone many.

But the pleasure part, however, was more suspicious. Madeline had never claimed to be some sadomasochist. She knows her body well enough. And it’s unlikely that she found a new fetish. The French Fireball is a marvel, but that couldn’t be possible. Unless…

Madeline lurched forward, sweat dripping on the canvas, her hair masking her reddened cheeks. But she then jolted straight up and threw out a guttural shriek, a cry of ecstasy. A kick between the legs isn’t a common way to get someone to orgasm, but knowing LAW, it certainly has happened before. And unfortunately for Madeline, she must take the shame. Her muscles tensed, her bones cracked, every tendon stretched, pain unlocking an untold lust that she hadn’t experienced before. Soon, a different kind of liquid would drench the canvas, the English Rose’s pussy releasing a torrent of sexual nectar as it submerged Amandine’s foot.

[NoChill27]

Amandine watched as Madeline writhed on the canvas, her movements a mixture of pain and masochistic pleasure. She hadn't expected her little 'addition' to the match would take effect on her opponent that strongly, but here she is now...watching as the British Rose climaxing once again on the ropes. It took almost a few minutes, but she finally letting everything out, leaving her legs soaked in her juices. Amandine wiggled her toes, feeling a warm, slippery sensation envelop them, sending a shiver down her spine, especially with the Brit's moans playing into her ears

How delightful ~

She briefly thought about grinding against her on the ropes again, but Amandine decided to try something different this time. She pulled the dazed Madeline into the middle of the ring, then pushing her into the ground. She moved towards her opponent’s prone body, taking a good look at her and thinking about the many exciting things she's going to enjoy with her new plaything. But first...

She nudged Madeline's face with her foot, the very same one that drove her into that orgasm. Once she turned around, she would shoved it right into her mouth.

"I hope you're not done yet, Madeline." Amandine said, pulling out the same bottle of aphrodisiac she used it previously. "..because the real fun is about to begin."

The Frenchwoman then pour all the remaining contents of the bottle on her thigh. The liquid trickled down her luscious legs then right into her foot, forcing Madeline to drink all of it.

[Lightman]

With all that had happened before, an orgasm was the obvious outcome. Though Madeline didn’t think it would come like this. Her body found release, shuddering as waves upon waves of pleasure washed all over her, and it didn’t feel as if it would stop. Her body seemed as if it hungered for more afterwards, unrelenting with its desire for pure bliss. Something was amiss, though Madeline’s mind left scrambled from the pleasure.

She felt those toes wriggle against that crotch, her foot coated with Madeline’s sex nectar, as well as the main cause to the brunette’s quick succumb to pleasure. The French Amazonian pulled the Englishwoman away from the ropes, letting her collapse into the middle of the ring. Her pussy still throbbed as if it was aching for more, and Madeline could only pant and moan. Left open for more of Amandine’s exploits.

As it turns out, the French Fireball had something much more in mind, not yet satisfied with just that. A lone foot would tease and prod against Madeline’s facial features before harshly shoving inside. The brunette would let out muffled grunts and cries as she pawed at that marble collum that was Amandine’s leg, trying to pull it away, but not having the energy to do so. However she would soon feel something more, feeling some liquid trickle onto her lips, and then she saw the primary cause.

Aphrodisiac oil.

From there, Madeline furiously grunted, though would be powerless under the foot of Amandine. Her pussy gushed with juices as if reacting to the contents that were in that bottle. Letting it get on her lips, the inside of that mouth, but it trickled down past her cheeks.

[NoChill27]

Amandine reveled in the sight before her, the Englishwoman reduced to a quivering mess under her command. The power she held was intoxicating, her senses sharpened by the sight of Madeline writhing beneath her. Her foot continued its cruel teasing, feeling Madeline's attempts to paw it away, but her efforts were weak, her body betraying her.

Satisfied for the moment, Amandine withdrew her foot, watching as Madeline lay gasping, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. The French Amazonian knew that her work was far from over. She reached down, gripping Madeline's wrist and pulling her up with ease, as if she weighed nothing at all. Madeline's body was limp, barely able to support itself, but Amandine wasn't done demonstrating her dominance.

Wrapping her powerful arms around Madeline's waist, Amandine lifted her effortlessly off the mat. She squeezed tightly, relishing the feeling of Madeline's body being crushed against hers. The brunette's head lolled back, a mixture of pain and pleasure etched across her features as Amandine's bearhug tightened, constricting her ribs and forcing the air from her lungs. If all this was done swiftly, she could then lift the Brit off the ring floor, delectable breasts now in the view of the leering French woman.

"What a juicy pair you have here, Madeline. Don't mind if I have a taste~"

Her torturous yet arousing bearhug would be further enhanced as Amandine would begin suckling on Madeline's nipples. Her teeth gently dug into flesh that would most certainly sent shivers up Madeline's spine. While she enjoying Madeline's breasts, her own chest was busy rubbing themselves upon the Brit's belly. The succulent curves smooshed and mushroom with every motion during the bearhug, but in Amandine’s perspective, it made her feel her even more aroused and makes her want to hug Madeline even harder!