Rocky Family Reunion: Noelle Silva vs Mimosa Vermillion

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"Try clawing and biting me now, Mimosa," taunted Noelle. With her cousin now smothering herself, the Spaniard no longer had to worry about the Englishwoman trying to attack her with such catty methods to escape. With her position now much more secured, Noelle laid back to fold Mimosa up further, sticking her ass further up into the air, and pulling her breasts up even further onto her face. "Tell me how it feels to get knocked out by your own chest when you wake up, okay Mimosa?"

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Mimosa had never been so humiliated. She'd come here to totally destroy Noelle, now, not only was she losing round 2 so handedly but it was by her own hand! Or titties to be more accurate as Mimosa's own sweaty big bosom flopped onto her face while Noelle kept her trapped. The ginger kicked and pulled but she was drowning in her own tits as Noelle mocked her. Soon the Englishwoman was growing dizzy, causing her to give some final frantic thrashing.

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Noelle's smile grew as she watched Mimosa squirm and struggled to avoid passing out because she smothered herself with her own breasts, but it wasn't meant to be, which was perfectly fine with the Spaniard. Noelle got to watch the panic and humiliation envelop her cousin without any risk to herself at all. "Say Mimosa, how's your own sweat taste?" teased Noelle as she waited for the Englishwoman to fade to unconsciousness.

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Mimosa still struggled to get her own tits out of her face as Noelle was enjoying her humiliation, laughing at her and mocking her. It made Mimosa furious! The Englishwoman began to wildly thrash, trying to fight against her cousin's grasp and the suffocating plumpness of her own huge boobs. However, with her arm being sat on by Noelle, Mimosa had no way of getting her tits out of her face, making her gradually start to slow down.

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Noelle's smile grew wider as Mimosa's body grew quieter. The buxom ginger had been thrashing madly enough that the silver haired girl was a little worried that her hold might actually break. But the Spaniard outlasted the Englishwoman in the end, and once Mimosa's resistance weakened, any chance that she had at escape was as good as gone. Noelle knew that this round would be hers.

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Mimosa was now falling unconscious. How humiliating it was, smothered not just by Noelle's own bountiful boobs, but her own pair. The only way things could get worse was to lose this match. Amidst the smothering embrace of her own chest the Englishwoman's only saving grace was that she wasn't out for the count yet. Nevertheless, Mimosa made her final whimpers and struggles before passing out, this point went to Noelle.

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Noelle felt satisfied once Mimosa's slowed struggles stopped completely. She had paid the bitch back for the humiliation of the first round in full. Now all that was left was for the Spaniard to take the third round to win the match, then put whatever the hell kind of family drama that had been dumped on her into the rear view mirror. If Mimosa wasn't even going to say what was wrong, then why should Noelle bother herself with it? She just went to her corner and waited for her cousin to wake up.

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As Mimosa began to stir and regained consciousness it abruptly dawned on her what at just happened. The ginger grit her teeth and growled with rage, punching the canvas in frustration. Mimosa got to her feet looking like a tiger about to pounce and tear Noelle to pieces. "You're not taking this win from me, Noelle! Not like you took Edward from me!" In her immense rage Mimosa couldn't help but let the reason for her anger slip.

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"Edward? Who the heck is-" Noelle began to say before realization hit her. "You mean that French guy?! Oh my God this cannot be what this is over. Mimosa he was a weirdo! I broke up with him after like a week! The moment I became his girlfriend, some switch flipped in his head and it's like he thought he owned me. Creep would have his hands on my breasts every second of every day if he could have. I cannot stress how big of a bullet you dodged with that guy, Mimosa."

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The second that Noelle spoke, Mimosa's face dropped. "What?" Was it true? Not only was Noelle broken up with Edward, but he was supposedly awful to start with?! All these years the Englishwoman pined for the boy who made her feel confident, believing he was betrothed to another. Now she had come to find not only was he free, but he was never as perfect as the reserved royal had imagined! "Hold on, just stop. I need a second." Mimosa spoke sternly but displayed clear emotional and physical vulnerability, turning her back on her opponent and hugging herself tightly for comfort. "OK, Noelle, I must say I am sorry. But I need to explain something too, OK?" Mimosa asked in a vulnerable fashion, like a child asking their mother not to yell at them for confessing a wrongdoing.