Stinkface War: Oksana vs. Miyabi

The two of them were evenly matched when it came to strength, and, as their pushing contest began, neither Miyabi nor Oksana was able to budge the other. Miyabi started sweating profusely again as she tried to force Oksana back into the corner, finding it very difficult to do so while the Russian woman was pushing back as she was.

“Uurgh…” Miyabi groaned, as she dug in her heels and pushed as hard as she could. <Just give up and lose gracefully, Oksana-san! Gracefully let me shove my butt in your face!> she insisted, as the two pushed against each other, their faces very close as Oksana leaned in and said something in English. Miyabi could only understand about half of the words, but she didnâ€t need to know the rest. She got the gist of it.

“No! No no no!” she replied. “I stinkface you bad!”

She would press her face up against Oksanaâ€s, the tip of her nose flattening against the tip of Oksanaâ€s. She sniffed, then smirked. <Your face stinks, Oksana-san! It smells like what I had for dinner yesterday!> Miyabi taunted in Japanese as she kept pushing against her foe. She was slowly beginning to get exhausted from all of this pushing, but she knew Oksana had to be tiring, too. Still, Miyabi found herself forced back a step as Oksana seemed to let her anger fuel her. Miyabi would quickly try to compensate, really putting her whole body into pushing as she looked to regain that step and more.

The wrestlerâ€s plump bodies were hot and glistening with exertion. It wasnâ€t lost on Oksana that the stinkface falls were only going to get sweatier as the match progressed, which was even more incentive not to lose again.

The rivalry was intense as their faces pressed together. The Japanese girlâ€s meaning was pretty clear as she mimed a bad smell, sniffing with contempt. Oksana growled deeply, baring her teeth, her eyes shining with anger now.

The Russianâ€s fury had some benefit as she forced Miyabi back. She knew the sumo would try to come back from this, so Oksana tried to act decisively. She slipped her foot behind Miyabiâ€s heel and pushed again, hard, hoping to topple her buxom foe.

Fat and muscle crushed together as the two big women strained against each other in their pushing contest. Miyabi was pushed onto her back foot, but she immediately poured on the power as she fought to regain that ground and more.

Oksana bared her teeth and growled, and Miyabi smirked, knowing she had upset her opponent. <Stinky face, stinky face, stinky face!> she sang in Japanese, right in Oksanaâ€s very stinky face, their noses and foreheads pressed together as they continued to struggle. Miyabi kept on pushing…

…but then, all of a sudden, her face and Oksanaâ€s werenâ€t so close anymore. She wasnâ€t on her feet. Unexpectedly, Oksana got a foot behind her leg and tripped her, and the sumo girl, completely off-balance now, would tumble onto her back on the mat underneath her big Russian opponent, letting out a startled yelp as she dropped with a boom onto the canvas.

Oksanaâ€s growl turned into a triumphant laugh as her smug opponent toppled backwards. The ring shook as one big wrestler downed the other, and the Russian now had Miyabi right at her feet.

“Ha! Not smiling now, eh?” she said with some satisfaction. Oksana was panting with the effort of this match and her white top was becoming transparent with sweat. Still, she needed to keep the pressure on Miyabi if she was to weaken her enough to pull a stinkface on her. Oksana already had something in mind.

Standing over her fallen foe, she would quickly drop onto Miyabiâ€s chest, straddling her in a schoolgirl pin, trying hard to trap the younger girlâ€s arms so that she would be helpless.

Miyabi yelped as she was tripped and she fell down onto her back, hitting the canvas with a thud. The fall hurt, but it did not deprive her of energy, and as soon as she fell she was flailing her arms at Oksanaâ€s legs and trying to get her own legs underneath her so that she could lift herself back up into a standing position to continue their sweaty duel.

Oksana did not give her time to recover from the fall, and, with Miyabi still flat on her back, the Russian would drop straight down onto her chest. Miyabiâ€s boobs flattened as Oksanaâ€s butt dropped down onto them, and the sumo trainee let out a gasp as some air was forced from her lungs. She would do her best to remain defiant, however, struggling to push her arms up, though Oksanaâ€s knees held them to the mat, and kicking her legs wildly. <Get off of me!> Miyabi demanded. <Loser!>

Oksana looked down and flashed a wicked grin at her trapped foe. Then the buxom Russian began to bounce up and down on Miyabiâ€s chest.

“Shut! Up! You! Little! Brat!” she cackled, spitting out an insult with each bounce of her butt, aiming to wind her fallen opponent with her body weight.

After the final bounce, Oksana would move to shuffle forwards, shaping up for a forwards facesit. Planting her denim-clad crotch over Miyabâ€s nose and mouth, she would start to try and smother the floored girl to further weaken her resistance.

Miyabi couldnâ€t move her arms. Oksanaâ€s knees pressed down on them, pinning them to the canvas, and despite several attempts Miyabi could not pull those limbs out from underneath her opponentâ€s knees. She would growl and groan and kick her legs wildly as she tried to push Oksana off of her, knowing of nothing else she could do but to simply push as hard as she could and hope that it would be enough.

It wasnâ€t enough. Oksana was too heavy, and her position atop Miyabi was too steady for the sumo girl to knock her off. Oksana seemed to know it, too. The Russian began to bounce on Miyabiâ€s chest, her big rear end slamming down against Miyabiâ€s breasts again and again, flattening them each time. Miyabiâ€s insides were taking a pounding, too, as she felt each drop of Oksanaâ€s butt force a little more air out of her lungs. She gasped for breath, trying to keep herself from getting winded, getting dizzy, but it was a fruitless effort, and, by the time Oksana was scooting up to cover Miyabiâ€s face with her denim-clad crotch, Miyabi was taking in shallow, ragged gulps of air.

“Guhh…” Miyabi groaned between pants. She looked up at Oksana and frowned, her eyes widening as she saw the Russianâ€s crotch approaching her face. <Gu…guwaah! W-what are you doing, you…big loser!> she gasped, continuing to yell as Oksana facesat her, the sound of her voice muffled by the Russianâ€s denim.

Hearing her opponentâ€s groans and feeling her struggles get weaker made the angry Russian smile. She wiggled her hips to get comfortable on Miyabiâ€s face, her left hand grabbing a hold of the sumoâ€s hair to keep her head in place. She leant forwards in a light grinding action, determined to give her opponentâ€s nose a good squashing.

The sight of Oksana straddling Miyabi was a sexy one, but the big Russian was more interested in smothering her opponent than providing any eroticism. She would hold the sumoâ€s head under her for several long moments, staring into her eyes, desperate to weaken her resolve as well as getting some revenge.

Miyabi could do little to deter Oksana as the Russian got all nice and comfortable on her face. The sumo trainee could feel Oksanaâ€s sweaty thighs closing around her head, the smooth skin rubbing against her ears. At the same time, Miyabiâ€s nose and mouth were completely covered by Oksanaâ€s denim-clad crotch, now, and, though she tried to take in gulps of air, no oxygen was managing to make it into her lungs. “Mnnnnnggh!”

Miyabi remained defiant. She stared angrily into Oksanaâ€s eyes as the Russian pressed her crotch against Miyabiâ€s face. It was indeed quite the sexy position, but sexiness was the last thing on Miyabiâ€s mind right now. She couldnâ€t breathe. She couldnâ€t move her arms. She was trapped by her opponent, her struggles to break free slowly becoming weaker and weaker, and all she could think about was how she was going to get out of this and avoid the dreaded stinkface from Oksana when the time came.

Oksana was pleased to be in a position of power over this brat - hell, she probably had the power to smother Miyabi unconscious right now. However, that wasnâ€t the aim of the match, and it wasnâ€t the Russianâ€s plan - she just wanted to get her stinkface revenge on the sumo as soon as possible!

After several long moments Oksana could feel Miyabiâ€s struggles weakening. This seemed genuine, especially since the rookie was probably too honest to try and trick her by playing possum. Therefore, as her victimâ€s flailing became less intense, Oksana would climb up off of her.

Standing at Miyabiâ€s head, Oksana would bend over her and try to hook her arms under the younger girlâ€s armpits. From there, she would try and drag her opponent backwards, before dumping her in a seated position in the corner. It would take several grunts of effort to haul Miyabiâ€s bulk, but it was only a few feet of canvas to cover, so Oksana was confident she could do it.