Smother Match! Arya vs Sandy

Sandy would continue smothering Arya, not seeing much reason at all to give her a fighting chance. She wanted a match and she was getting one, and with it would come all the smothering she could handle!

Sandy would rub her breasts into Arya's face, making sure to cover her nose and mouth for maximum effectiveness. "I think the first thing I'll do is see how much better that outfit looks on me than it does on you!"

Arya was pushing back, her face shoved deep in the cleavage. Her plan of action was a weird one, but maybe it'll work.

She starts rubbing her head in the smothering tits, blowing, as to motorboat her foe.

Sandy would notice her foe trying to motorboat her breasts in an effort to do something about being pinned underneath her. This would be slightly embarrassing for Sandy, but she would take a moment to get over it and try to pressed her upper body down on Arya hard and keep her head in place between the surface of the bed and Sandy's bosom. This way, she could mitigate how much and how hard Arya motorboated her!

Arya was getting a faceful of night, warm boobies. Blowing and rubbing her face into them, the Cosplayer was actually fading, unable to keep up fighting for too long.

Now that she can't do it anymore, the girl began to try to crawl away.

Sandy would laugh hysterically at Arya as she began to inch away from her and then begin a full on crawl. The fact that she could manage no other form or legitimate technique was really funny to Sandy. Normally, she'd try to pin the girl's wrists down to stop her, but she simply couldn't contain herself and focus on trapping Arya with all the giggling she was doing.

"Hahahah, that's actually pretty sad. Can you even wrestle?!"

Arya had slipped away, her face uncovered, and upper chest, but besides that the rest of her body was quite stuck, being pinned down by her foe.
"Lemme go!" She yells, slapping at Sandy's face.

Sandy's head would turn as she was slapped. She paused for a moment before replying with a simple "No."

Sandy would sink a quick, hard punch straight into Arya's tummy. If this punch stunned her the way Sandy had hoped, she'd transition to a body scissor hold by snaking her legs around Ayra's waist.

Arya coiled up, gripping her gut. "Gah!" She screams, unable to move now from the sheer pain.
"S-stop!" The girl orders, trying to pry the sexy legs around her waist.

Shouldda thought about that before you slapped me.

Sandy noticed Arya trying to remove the vicegrip Sandy had around her waist. Her hands were occupied, and Sandy sought to take advantage of that. She would try to turn the girl around and wrap her around Arya's neck and head for a body scissor/sleeper combo! If this worked, she'd turn up the pressure on the sleeper hold right away.

Arya wa putting her all into getting free, groaning at the pain of the body scissors. "Eeee! Free me!" She commands, but is suddenly locked up in a tight sleeper, arms flailing everywhere.