L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Amelie, now only realising such a fact on her side, and as she was slowly put on her back, was starting to badly tire. Not so much that she was to be considered a ragdoll of sorts, but stretching out that much toned flesh as far is it would go was having its effects on her frame. And with Nayla now doubling down on her efforts to get free, the French beauty was finally forced to slacken.

"MMm...still..alot left in you..hmm?" She'd try to tease, as if releasing her hold was what she intended to do, as she simply tried for a weak grapple upon Nayla's curves as her limbs recovered from the strain.

Nayla could feel the grip of the Frenchwoman slacken, and she would take advantage of this. Hearing the words from Amelie, the Lebanese smiled seductively as she would then slowly position herself on top of the green-haired beauty, looking to pin her down, pressing her ample bust against those heavy tits of her opponent.

"I can do this whole day, if you like..." Nayla purred, looking to mash her own breasts against Amelie's, making use of her own weight, as if trying to pancake the tits of her opponent. She was certain that there would be an effect on the other woman, and she wanted to see how it would affect the Frenchwoman as she would try pressing herself against her with everything she got.

Amelie watched on, almost in exhausted pleasure, as Nayla obtained a posture not unlike the one Amelie herself had mere seconds ago. Only, instead of stretching, Nayla opted to press. Hard.

"Ghh..Mmm..MMMM...AHHHH!" Her coos becoming louder and fiercer as that simply press turned to a squish, then a outright crush, Amelie's eyes shot wide as her limp body remained unable to counter. Her giant orbs mushrooming to ridiculous proportions, as her abs too took an outright pounding!

Nayla's strategy seemed to work as she pressed herself hard against Amelie, and the Lebanese licked her lips in anticipation, knowing that it was her turn to shine. She would keep pressing herself against the beautiful Frenchwoman before grinding herself. She was certain that this would keep the beauty under control.

"Yes... you are mine now, Amelie..." Nayla purred, looking forward to finally tame the Frenchwoman and have her way with her. Now that they were on the bed, she had a lot of things that she would like to try on her.

Amelie felt her body being tested and then some; the exhaustion of trying to stretch out those muscles beyond comprehension having left her body without the ability to tense beyond a whimper. And now with Nayla utterly pressing her flat, she didn't feel the chance to recover would be given to her easily.

"Oh...h..hush..." She'd groan out inbetween constant moans as her body went flat, her eyes going askew as she tried to focus on breathing!

Nayla truly enjoyed her dominance over the French beauty under her, and she could never get tired of this. She would continue grinding herself against the curvaceous body of Amelie, savoring the sounds that she made.

"Now, tell me..." Nayla whispered seductively to the beauty under her. "To whom do you belong to?" She would bring her hands onto the sides of Amelie's body, caressing her gently while still grinding herself against her bust, and at the same time, she would look at the face that the beautiful Frenchwoman was making while she was under her.

Amelie's face contorted rapidly between tensed, and utterly silly. Nayla had completely capitalised on Amelie's own fun efforts in attempt to playfully stretch out Nayla as far as she could go, and in return, countered those experimental efforts of hers with a grind she knew had great effect.

"N..No-one...?" She'd ponder out as if it were a playful question, momentarily stopping her loud coos to take a deep breath, in tandem with quite the crossing of her own eyes from how wild that grind was making her!

Nayla chuckled upon hearing Amelie's answer. "Thank you for answering, but that's wrong..." She would make a circular motion while grinding herself against the body of the beautiful Frenchwoman, their orbs mashing and grinding against each other. Using her own weight to keep Amelie under pressure, she then spoke to her.

"I won't stop... until you are mine, my sweet..." Nayla purred, looking straight into Amelie's eyes while keeping herself on top of her while grinding her silly.

Amelie's body was reaching its limits now; all sense of tensing from her frame now non-existent, as the toned beauty atop her found herself grounding on a frame completely placid. Her body shaking in delight with every rub of her bust and abs, Amelie shut her eyes as she was turned into near literal mush, almost feeling that at any moment now, her body would respond on its own.

"I'm...I'm yours..."

Nayla smiled when she heard Amelie saying that she belonged to her. It should count as a submission, but the Lebanese wasn't content with just that. She would keep pressing herself against the Frenchwoman under her, licking her lips lusciously as she stared at the face of the beautiful woman under her.

"Yes, you are mine..." Nayla purred, grinding herself against Amelie's bosom. "Say it again. Say it that you now belong to me. Say to me that Amelie belongs to Nayla. Let me hear it, loud and clear..." She would not stop until she was satisfied.