Eclaire vs Veronica

"Kufafa", Eclair manages the most evil-sounding laugh she can muster, sure that her attacks were "effective" to that extent. There's a cutesy little smile as she matches eyes with Veronica, leaning her abdomen over her head and balancing her breasts on top of her head to add insult to injury. She'd managed to get Veronica's skirt hand panties halfway down her legs, and she uses that vulnerable position - leaving Eclair topless, to release the grip on her head with her legs, soft skin relenting, and her little thighbands tighten as she dashes forward , jumping up to try and land on Eclair in her own "drop", but with her booty instead - obviously designed to daze her. From here it'd be easy enough to move in for the kill - though there's always a little kickback if she ends up missing with a hip drop..."That first punch was absolutely rude! Nooow we're gonna make a show. "

Veronica knew she had to react quickly. She had no time to think about what just happened or what was going on. She rolled over the left, forcing Eclaire to land on no one to break her fall. After she hits the ground, Veronica pulls up her remaining clothes while standing up. After that, she would rush forward at Eclaire as she stands up. She would then duck down, reach up from under her and use the momentum from the movement to help pick Elcaire over her should and then slam her down.

"...nnghhuuhh" Eclaire lands on her hips - unfortunately not quite so protected, like the rest of her. Her spine crescents as she lets out a little pained groan - obviously stunned from her own mis-impact. Wobbly legged, she stands up, one hand pressed to her back as delicate little thighs fold inward. In a moment, she finds herself hoisted over Veronica's shoulders, legs wiggling as her clothed breasts kiss against Veronica's back. "Eek, hey! Whaaaaaa.." * thump. * ..Eclaire hits the mat with a groan - and after two hard impacts in such a short period, she appears dizzied. Her legs flex, trying to stabilize her as she sits up onto all fours, though thumps down onto the mat again - body shaking as she tries once more to get up...

After those two solid slams, Veronica was definitely ahead. She just needed to apply the pressure. Perhaps do something sexual and painful again. SHe then knew what to do. She would move forward, closer to the downed Eclaire. If Eclaire hadn't reacted in time, she would then sit on her back, then she would slide her hands underneath Eclaire and then begin to grope her, roughly. THe problem with this plan is if Eclaire is quick enough to react. If so, then she has a perfect position to force the wrestler/ref to fall.

And just as Eclaire begins to sit up little red lines on her thigh-highs straining to prop her halfway up, a sudden Veronica square to the center of her back floor her with a thud and a girly little "unghh". Her toned rear arches up, pressing against Veronica's groin as she lingers on top of her, a few solid, but quavery breaths following as the gropes become lewd - Veronica gets a handful of vest-clad breasts - though her fabric isn't thick enough to much protect her...which provokes a girly little high-pitched squeal .."kyahn!" ...obviously still regaining herself from the two back to back thuds...she pauses a moment, trying to gather strength, and...allowing Veronica reign of her body for a few moments.

Veronica stepped up her game. She began to twist on Eclaire's breasts and pull on them. She bends over to begin whispering into her ear. "So, bitch, how do you like my hands torturing your breasts? I hope you like them." she taunts, then she licks Eclaire in the ear a few times before planting a kiss on her cheek, all the while continuing the torture.

"..naaa!" Eclaire lets out a little groan as her breasts fit into Eclaire's hands - little hip pumps trying to pry Veronica off of her - taut little rear tapping against her waist lewdly, almost as if she had some sort of male member. There's a little groan as she shifts - though the little lick to her ear brings a soft pink flush to her cheeks - quickly bringing her nipples to little points reflexively. Though this time, slightly pinned - there's a little bit less struggle. Her hair tickles Veronica's neck as she shifts back - the scents of her chocolatey shampoo permeating with her this close - at least she smells nice enough to eat, despite the awkward positioning..