Francisca " Devil Cat " Herrera vs Tamago Oshiro: First to 3 smothers match

[RJD]

Tamago would glare at the devil cat when she addressed her, finally the daredevil was able to fire back verbally, now that she didn't have ass in her face. " We'll see how nice it is after I- " the daredevil would begin to say as a she cautiously approached her foe, unfortunately taking a bit too long to act and being taken off guard when Francisca darted forward with surprising strength and grabbed her in a collar and elbow tie up.

" Ahh! H-hey wait. " Tamago would whine, as the momentum her opponent had gathered allowed her to practically rush Tamago into the corner, crushing her exactly back to where she had been moments again, just this time Francisca's body would press into hers. The daredevil blushing as she tried to shake off the pain in her back.

The daredevil would be leaning into the corner, and yet again she would be left staring at her sensual foe, unable to turn the tide of the match even after the knock-out.

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With her opponent distracted trying to make some unimportant remark, Francisca took full advantage, grappling with Tamago before the woman could finish speaking. Taking her adversary by surprise, the Devil Cat quickly bulled her opponent straight back into the corner and jammed her body up against the cocky daredevil, her breasts grinding against Tamago's and her face just inches away as she pinned her opponent in the corner. Smiling invitingly, Francisca pressed herself cheek to cheek with Tamago.

"Got to be quick, senorita," she taunted. "Now look where you are again."

Then, with the quickness of a striking snake, Francisca would break the hold and leap at her opponent, landing with her breasts squarely over Tamago's face in a humiliating smother. She would wrap her arms around the back of Tamago's head, pulling her closer, at the same time hooking her legs over the middle ropes on either side of the turnbuckle, attempting to anchor herself in place and trap Tamago firmly in the corner.

[RJD]

Tamago would let out a slight whine as she tried to push her own body forward, against her foe's in a desperate attempt to get out of the corner. Francisca was steadfast in maintaining their close contact in the corner though, Tamago's effort only aiding to cause their breasts and bodies to grind together more, causing the fairly inexperienced Tamago to blush as she looked at Francisca's pretty face, looming close to hers.

Then Francisca made the distance even less, practically nuzzling the daredevil, causing Tamago's heart to skip a beat as she was helpless against the intimate taunting. Then before Tamago could even begin to think of a response Francisca quickly leapt upwards, upper body eye level with Tamago.

Francisca in an impressive display would slot her legs in place around the middle ropes surrounding the corner and hooking her ankles round them for extra security; while wrapping her arms around Tamago's head to press down on the tired midweight. That was far from all though, Francisca's tightly covered large breasts would land directly in Tamago's face, her features being trapped in her opponent's soft airbags.

" mMMPpmm..." Tamago whined in a breathy cry, as Francisca's weight pressing down on her, and efforts to use all her limbs to further their closeness ensured a long sensual hug of her voluptuous breasts and Tamago's blushing silly expression.

The daredevil's legs would spread slightly as she struggled to no avail, she was being completely dominated by Francisca yet again. Though this time and embarrassing spell was being cast on Tamago, as she started to feel herself getting a little bit aroused in her involuntarily submissive position. Meanwhile the crowd were going crazy for the display, camera's popping up everywhere to video Tamago's humiliation.

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Francisca giggled as she felt Tamago's breath between her breasts as her feeble opponent struggled, stuck in the Devil Cat's clutches yet again. Really this so called daredevil was pretty pitiful in the ring.

That suited Francisca just fine though as she continued to humiliate the foolish woman for challenging her. The curvy Costa Rican jammed Tamago's face deeper into her breasts, relishing the feeling as the other wrestler whimpered and struggled, her legs spreading beneath Francisca as she weakened. The Devil Cat held Tamago there until she was sure there wasn't much fight left in her opponent. Then she eased her breasts off of Tamago's face, revealing her flushed, breathless expression, before grabbing a handful of the daredevil's hair with her right hand and tipping Tamago's head back so she was looking into the Luchadora's eyes.

"I'm real glad you came into the ring with me today, senorita," she crooned. "You're all kinds of fun." Then she leaned down, jamming her lips against Tamago's, forcing her tongue into the other wrestler's mouth in a deep kiss. Still holding the kiss, she then pinched Tamago's nose with her other hand, completely cutting off the daredevil's air supply and grinding her body up against her, locking in the sensuous smother, feeling her whole body tingling with arousal as she asserted her dominance over her foolhardy adversary.

[RJD]

Tamago would writhe around and mumble in the corner as she struggled for breath, blushing brightly and beginning to feel sweat on her forehead, though she wouldn't know if it was her own or if Francisca's tight material was permeable enough for the sweat to be from her enveloping bust. Either way the daredevil was helpless.

"Mmmm... Mmpmp...fmfm." Tamago would weakly whine, as her legs began to tremble and she struggled slightly more in the corner, a feeling of both breathlessness and shame took over the daredevil as she could feel her panties getting slightly wet, she would hope that it didn't show through her attire. Something about being utterly crushed in the corner, smothered in her foe's voluptuous breasts, and having her breathing controlled by the woman was hitting Tamago in a way she far from expected; it was an embarrassing first for her.

Just as Tamago was starting to drift towards unconsciousness, her obedient listful expression and the blush that accompanied it would be suddenly unveiled to her foe and the crowd, as Francisca unexpectedly relented her smother.

Immediately Tamago was panting for air, she made eye contact with Francisca, before dropping her gaze lower; the daredevil had never been so intimidated, though that would probably be in part because she'd never been beaten down bad enough by a perverted opponent to get to this point.

The daredevil would then feel her hair being grabbed, and the sudden pain would cause her to let out an embarrassing moan as Francisca completely asserted her will. Then Tamago would be forced to make eye contact, and before she could let her eyes drift she would notice her tormentor's face getting closer and closer to hers.

The daredevil's gaze couldn't be averted, and her heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Tamago squirmed slightly in the corner, but she was both too tired and too conflicted to act, until the devil cat's lips forcefully locked with hers, and pretty much immediately the inexperienced woman would feel her foe's tongue invade her mouth.

Tamago would let out a moan of pleasure as her mouth was invaded, she didn't have much experience as a lover, and it would show instantly in her reaction to the poison Francisca had picked out for her this time. the daredevil would then feel her nose being pinched, and would struggle slightly, but it was hardly noticeable since Francisca was ensuring a sensual full body grind in the corner.

Tamago's body was burning from arousal, and her eyes would roll back slightly as she forgot she was in a match, her mind and body fully preoccupied. Occasionally the sensitive daredevil would let out a moan, or squirm submissively in response to the Francisca's tongue, breasts, hips. So much was going on that the daredevil wasn't even sure what felt better, she was too busy being grinded silly in the corner, and turning into an aroused mess as the devil cat went to town on her.

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Tamago's whines were music to Francisca's ears as she continued to kiss and grind against her opponent. The so-called daredevil was a panting, mewling mess, stuck in the corner at the Devil Cat's mercy. Her body was squirming against Francisca's, eyes rolling and moans of pleasure rather than pain leaving her mouth. With a gasp, Francisca reluctantly wrenched her lips away from Tamago's belatedly realising she still had a match to win.

"You enjoy that, senorita?" she taunted, still holding Tamago's hair with one hand while she traced her finger across the beaten daredevil's moist lips. "Well that's good, cos there's plenty more where it came from."

With lithe agility, the Devil Cat released her hold on Tamago, unhooking her legs from the ropes and standing facing her dazed opponent. Then she slammed a quick jab into Tamago's stomach, looking to knock the other wrestler to her knees. Taking a moment to goad the cheering crowds onward, the lusty luchadora decided it was time to take the next point in the match. She crouched low, gripping the bottom ropes with both hands, before levering her lower body upward and wrapping her curvaceous thighs around Tamago's head, ankles crossing behind the turnbuckle, burying the daredevil's breathless face in her crotch and pinning her against the corner.

Grinning deviously, Francisca locked in her finisher, the Taste of Defeat. "Nighty, night, girl," she mocked, grinding herself pleasurably over Tamago's face. "I'll see you in a little while."

[RJD]

The daredevil wasn't feeling particularly daring as she slumped into the corner; blushing brightly as Francisca's body pressed down into her own, while penetrating Tamago's inexperienced lips with her tongue in a dominating kiss. " Mmpm..." The daredevil whimpered in a reluctant moan, squirming against Francisca's curvy body as it rubbed up against her own.

Then Francisca relented her kiss, leaving Tamago looking completely out of her depth as she panted. The daredevil would struggle to respond to her foe's taunt. Shaking her head slightly after a moment to get Francisca's finger off her lips.

" W-What? No, I- " Tamago would begin to defend herself before her opponent's long legs wrapped around her head, and her latex covered thighs hugged the woman's face; stuffing her crotch directly into Tamago's face, Tamago feeling her opponent's warmth against her features. The daredevil would see her opponent's full seductive form from above, while her lower face was slotted tightly against her opponent's inner thighs and covered pussy.

Tamago was completely whit-less, as she attempted to pry her opponent's thighs apart. However Tamago wouldn't be able to make any progress, due to her opponent's legs being hooked around the turnbuckle, as well as the the strength of her opponent's hips pushing into her face.

"Nmmp..." Tamago would grumble as her face turned slightly from side to side; the daredevil then letting out an embarrassed muffled squeal as she struggled to breath from her foe's determined grinding, forcing Tamago into another much more humiliating lip lock.

The daredevil had no choice, but to accept the taste of the devil cat's crotch against her quivering lips. Tamago would feel her nipples harden slightly, while her legs were strained from the weight she was being forced to support. Tamago would whine and pant, directly against Francisca's pussy.

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Francisca laughed as Tamago tried feebly to pull her thighs apart to no avail. There would be no escaping from this hold for the daredevil, especially in her current state. The Devil Cat let out a gasp of pleasure as Tamago tried to turn her head left and right, struggling against Francisca and unwittingly pleasuring the luchadora.

For her part, she began grinding herself deeper against the daredevil's flushed features, having this useless wrestler totally at her mercy. She could feel her arousal building and Tamago's lips and hot breath on her crotch only compounded things.

"You like that, senorita?" Francisca gasped, balancing herself on one hand while grabbing a handful of Tamago's hair with the other, burying her opponent's face between her thighs. She squeezed tight, her head rocking back and eyes rolling as she revelled in the pleasure of completely dominating Tamago. She would hold the daredevil in the Taste of Defeat until she was completely out.

[RJD]

Tamago's body would twitch and squirm slightly as her head was knocked back into the turnbuckle, pinned face first in cooch with not even a chance of escape. The daredevil could smell a faint hint of arousal from her opponent's crotch mixed with a subtle bit of sweat, since Francisca had barely had to sweat to put Tamago down.

The scent would grow stronger as Francisca ground her hips dominantly and harshly into Tamago's face, the action in the ring currently resembling a one sided porn video as Francisca went to down on Tamago's face unopposed.

Tamago was struggling for air, and would have no option but to exhale and inhale directly against Francisca's crotch in desperation, not that it was particularly effective thanks to the tight smother.

"Mmnmnn... " Tamago would whine, attempting to place her hands on Francisca's hips to pry her off, accidentally grabbing both her butt cheeks. Tamago had neither the strength or spirit to budge her horny opponent though, especially as she grabbed Tamago's face and pulled her as close as possible to her crotch, at this point just using Tamago's face as a glorified sex toy.

Tamago pathetically pawned at Francisca's butt, only making the moment seem more erotic and dominant. The daredevil tried not to run out of air, her pride telling her that she could escape somehow if she should persevered.

Unfortunately for Tamago no such chance would come, as just under a minute later she'd start to fade, then soon after she'd lean forward into Francisca's crotch, completely knocked out, with the scent of her foe at this point likely occupying her dreams.

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It was only a matter of time now. Francisca let out a triumphant giggle as she watched Tamago's struggles weaken and weaken, the Daredevil having no prospect of escape. Her pathetic opponent was fading fast. She shuddered with pleasure at the feeling of Tamago's hot breath against her sex as the woman was forced to breathe her in.

"That's right, baby," The Devil Cat crooned. "You ain't gettin' outta this one." Tamago only whined in response, her hands pawing at Francisca's thighs and ass as she desperately and uselessly tried to get away.

In a matter of moments the Daredevil's head sank forward against Francisca's nethers with a final sigh, having been smothered into oblivion by the Devil Cat's finisher. Unwrapping her legs from Tamago's face, Francisca hopped backwards, leaving her opponent's limp form to flop limply backwards against the turnbuckle in a beaten heap.

The Devil Cat stood, massaging her tingling crotch with one hand, the other wandering over her own breast as she stared at her opponent, barely able to control herself as she stared at Tamago - the veritable plaything she'd been gifted in the ring. She bit her lip and let out a faint moan of pleasure.

"I think that's 2-0," she said huskily to the referee before swaggering back to her corner and waiting for the Daredevil to be woken for their final bout.