Crushin' It

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid could see where Heather was looking as she peeled off her shirt and tossed it away. Typical. Just like so many other women, Heather was transfixed by her chest. She couldn't blame her, of course, but that was just one more weapon that Ingrid had in her arsenal against her, and she would be more than willing to use it against her when the proper time came.

Of course, it wasn't long before Heather went on the attack, rushing out of the corner even a bit faster than Ingrid had expected. She braced herself for the attack, not expecting Heather to rush straight up and lift her knee towards her. Naturally, the blow hit, slamming into the firm stomach of the Latin lady, and with a short cough Ingrid found herself doubling over towards Heather, just a bit, a scowl in her eyes as she leaned forwards.

[TiefBlau]

Heather was determined to show Ingrid she wasn't any sort of pushover, the feeling of her knee slamming right into her stomach incredibly satisfying after their exchange up until that point. She bit her lip hard as she felt a bit of a chill rush through her body, a rush of adrenaline flowing through her, knowing she couldn't just leave it at that, she needed to take it to Ingrid as hard as she could.

She rushed right in towards her as she watched her doubling over like that, clenching her fists tightly as she kicked off where she was standing. If she could take advantage of her position now, she could take full control of this little meeting, the hope and excitement hitting her hard as she leaped up. She tried to just grab hold of her head in her leap, trying to use all her momentum and weight to yank her downwards, attempting to drive her head as hard into the mat as she could with that running DDT!

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid had a tight belly, a nice firm midsection, one that was strong enough to handle a wide variety of blows...but Heather's knee had caught her by surprise, striking her tight in the stomach before she could fully prepare herself for it, and as a result she was wide open for Heather's followup.

It didn't take long for Heather to grab her around the head, yanking her down and driving her skull-first towards the canvas. She struck the mat hard, her body jerking around once before she ended up on her side, clutching at her head and cursing Heather's name under her breath as she kicked against the mat in pain.

[TiefBlau]

The feeling of actually gripping and dropping Ingrid right down onto her head was incredibly satisfying..she was taking it to her straight up and it was making Heather beam with excitement. She was nearly giddy as she pushed herself up onto her knees, looking over the girl who was clutching at her head. An almost shuddering breath came from her mouth with how worked up she was, eager to keep up what she was doing to really make Ingrid eat every little bit of her words.

"Plenty more where that came from, trust me" She slid right above her head, making sure Ingrid was down on her front as she reached for her hair. She tried to pull her up a little, attempting to get her head right between her sizable thighs, wanting to squeeze her firmly in a headscissor hold aided by the cushion and softness of the sweatpants she was wearing!

[Lunaspark]

It wasn't easy shaking off a DDT, especially one that had been as unexpected as Heather's had been, and so Ingrid was left momentarily stunned, writhing against the canvas and hissing in pain from the sudden attack. So, it didn't take much effort for Heather to slip around and snatch her head, jerking it in-between her thighs and locking on a headscissor, leaving Ingrid groaning in pain between her legs.

The pink-haired villainess began to scowl, and groan, hating the position she now found herself trapped in. Beads of sweat began to drip down her face, but she wasn't going to just lie there and let Heather crush the lift out of her. Instead, she reached up, grabbing for Heather's thighs, trying to slid her fingers in-between Heather's legs and her own face, hoping to begin prying her legs open, trying to at the very least weaken the scissor hold.

[TiefBlau]

Heather had a full beaming grin on her face as she was able to firmly catch Ingrid in her scissor hold, arching and lifting her hips, bouncing them up and down to add more and more pressure--as much as she could in the scissor hold. She was nearly shuddering out at just the thought of possibly proving her wrong about her..she was showing her she was plenty tougher than Ingrid thought!!

"Mnh! Hey hey now--careful--where those fingers are going!" She let out, slightly teasing--but at the same time she was a little fidgety with where those fingers were touching in her attempt at loosening and prying at her thighs. She grit her teeth a little, the pulling atop the shivers she was feeling making her thighs loosen up just slightly!

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid could feel Heather shivering at her touch, and as her thighs began to loosen up, the pinkette smirked, realizing that she had already found one of Heather's weak points. Perfect.

Even as Heather's hold began to loosen, Ingrid continued to pull and pry on her thighs, trying to fully break the scissorhold. As she did so, however, she would slide her hands upwards, her fingers searching for a tighter grip higher up on Heather's thighs. She was sliding her fingertips closer towards that sensitive area between the legs, having a feeling that the closer she got, the more unsettled the woman might become.

[TiefBlau]

Heather was nearly chewing down on her bottom lip, holding on with all that she could to keep that scissor hold locked in. She let out little gasps and whimpers at her trailing fingers, trying her very best to fight against how much these sorts of things would make her melt quite a bit. She shook her head, cursing underneath her breath, her legs loosening more and more by the second.

"St...nnh..S-stop--y-your fingers are getting too close!!" She whines out, feeling them trailing up her thighs, getting closer and closer to her crotch..enough that she had to abandon the hold. If she let her keep going, it could be turned against her quite quickly--she at least knew full well that much. She pushed at the mat, quickly releasing her and rolling back, her face having quite the tint of red on her cheeks as she went to push herself up onto one knee.

"Tch..nngh..y-you.."

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid breathed a quick sigh of relief as Heather finally gave up her hold, taking a moment to refill her lungs, breathing in slowly and heavily. She didn't want to waste any time though. She knew she had gotten under Heather's skin, far be it from her to miss the opportunity to capitalize on that further.

She rolled over herself, and pushed up to her own knees, adopting a lewd grin as she stared towards Heather. She slowly raised a hand to her mouth, and let her tongue slip through her soft lips, idly beginning to lick at those fingers that had gotten oh-so-close to Heather's womanhood.

"Tasty..." She purred, as she began to climb to her feet, letting her tongue lap at her fingers, letting it skillfully dance between them. "Maybe once I've put you down, I'll get closer and get a better taste for myself, hmm...?"

[TiefBlau]

Heather couldn't help but blush even more as she watched her bring that hand up, dragging her tongue up all over her fingers, licking up the taste of her that she had pressed against. She averted her eyes just a little, her fluster getting to her quite a bit, added on even so by the words that Ingrid was saying afterwards. She was almost left speechless by them, her mouth hanging open just a bit before she shook it off.

"D-don't be ridiculous. If you're gonna get any sort of a 'taste' it's gonna be because I make you do it!" She let out, shaking it off as much as she could as she picked herself up. She rushed in a little recklessly, trying to ram herself into her again with another tackle attempt, her fluster and frustration getting the better of her quite a bit.