Crushin' It

[Lunaspark]

Ingrid smirked as Heather rushed her for another tackle. This time, she was ready for her and she wasn't going to be taken down so easily. She was going to make Heather pay for her recklessness, and she knew just how to do it too!

As Heather charged in towards her, the pinkette quickly stepped to the side. She ducked down low, and lashed out with one of her long, strong legs, trying to trip up Heather as she charged in, wanting to send the woman face-first down towards the canvas of the practice ring!

[TiefBlau]

Heather let out a little yelp as she narrowly missed the tackle, nearly flailing in her struggle to get her down. She hops a couple times on her foot, only for that kick to collide right with her leg! Heather let out a loud whine as she was tripped up like that, heading straight for the mat as her face and front collided with it! The impact rocked her quite a bit, making her head spin a little--dazed for just a bit.

She let out a loud groan, rubbing at her face, wriggling around just slightly. She squirms a little where she was lying, wriggling on t he mat, trying to quickly shake it off, but it was definitely enough to put her in a vulnerable spot.

[Lunaspark]

Heather went down, and Ingrid smiled wickedly, knowing she had a perfect chance now.

As the woman lay there upon the mat, Ingrid threw herself toward her, dropping into Heather’s backside, laying atop her. Her body pressed down against Heather’s own, the full weight of her massive, heavy breasts pancaking against Heather’s back, and as she pushed down against her, the pink-haired villain snakes an arm forward, trying to wrap it around Heather’s neck, wanting to work her into a sleeper hold from behind.

“Got you…”