Taming Her Pray: Amelie & Sig

Amelies hold would stay somewhat simple, easily subduing the barely jostling Sig. She'd laugh as the girl finally admitted it, her hand briefly groping her own figure at the thought of Sig being dominated by other busty AFW beauties.

"Hmm, so what? Well maybe I'll just fuck you like the doll you are, and throw you out when I'm done!" The french girl would roar, as ever laughing, before her free hand would come to the girls chin. Releasing her headlock somewhat, arm still cradling the girls neck, she'd slowly bring Sig's head up, now just above her chest. When Sig was partially stood straight to her, Amelie would lean in, and breath a hot blush of air into the girls face.

"I-I'm not a doll...!" Sig insisted, despite being somewhat turned on from hearing Amelie's words and laughter.

Her submissive side obviously wouldn't say no to that, but a part of her still felt annoyed by how the woman was taking her so lightly. She was still blushing when Amelie brought her face just above her massive breasts, flinching a bit as the amazon blew some air to her. Suddenly she pushed herself away a bit from the woman.

"Y-you... s-stop making fun of mee...!" she protested like a child before lunging forward, somewhat acting instinctively by trying to put the amazon in a bearhug!

Amelie would barely react to the fact Sig somewhat cuddled her, hands simply going to her hips once more as she smiled, believing the moment to be a cute attempt by Sig to prove she was no doll.

She'd look down, eyes meeting the girls, as she breathed normally, completely unaware the fact the hug was suppose to be crushing. She started speaking, in somewhat of a monotone serious tone, with her grin still apparent.

"I'm gonna put you on that bed. Fuck you silly. And throw you out with all the other useless trash." She'd finish with a wink, trying to utterly infuriate Sig.

Sig felt like her body was acting on her own from Amelie's taunting. When it appeared to her that the amazon barely felt a thing with her attempt to crush her, she put more effort in her squeezing, even somewhat audaciously trying to lift the woman who's about twice her size! Her head almost resting on the breasts of Amelie as well as her lithe form pressed against the amazon's only turning her excitement some more, which made her mind stopped thinking for a bit.

"A-as if I'd l-let you...!" she grunted. "Hnngg..."

Amelie would be somewhat caught off-guard, as it seemed Sig was actually trying to take control of the much bigger woman! Whilst there was near no danger of Amelie exactly cracking in the hold, or even being hurt even notably, the French girl found something erotic about the fact a girl so much smaller dared try to do so, and would of course not let go of her figure!

Amelie even found her feet leaving the floor for a few seconds, as Sig seemed apparent to work her in this specific hold. Amelie somewhat sensed that the choice of manoeuvre somewhat stemmed from the fact that Amelie inadvertently orgasmed to the girl whilst she was trying the very same!

She'd hook a leg somewhat around the smaller girl, hand holding Sig's hair. "What are..you..get...off.." Despite being strong and fresh enough to pull Sig off her with little effort, Amelie found the pure heat of the moment somewhat pinning her in the squeeze!

Sig thought she heard a change of tone from Amelie's previous dominant one. It seemed at first that what she was doing was ridiculous to say the least, but it somehow seemed to work! The blonde tried to lift Amelie some more, but obviously she possessed no such strength, the woman back to her feet within seconds as she panted against her, her breath slightly brushing Amelie's generous orbs.

"Uggh..."

Sig barely had the stature or strength to pull off a bearhug on anyone beyond her size, yet Amelie found herself somewhat numb and heated in the hold, inadvertently pinning her in it.

"I'm...not gonna..ask twice.." She'd moan, her feet being brought up to her tiptoes once more, before steadying herself, to stop her giant figure falling on Sigs. Her hand would again brush Sig's hair, somewhat annoyed that she was becoming heated.

Whatever it was that caused Amelie to be somewhat flustered, Sig knew it had to be from what she did. Now that she remembered it, the woman seemed to get like this as well when she put her in the bearhug during the match. Perhaps her body was pretty sensitive as well, something that kinda gave the feisty blonde an idea.

"Y-yeah...? How about... this...!" Sig said before she buried her head between the cleavage of Amelie to start motor boating her.

The rubbing of the smaller frame against her own, Sig's head pushing against her chest, and the fact that those tiny arms were somewhat trying to reduce her to mush, were all a factor in heating up the bigger French girl.

She'd prepare to speak once more, when suddenly Sig would turn her chest into a set of pillows, shaking as her big frame fell somewhat under the control of her. "Oh...Fuck..." Amelie would roar, seemingly suffering in the bearhug; in reality, becoming wet at the tight and complete body contact and grinding!

With Amelie seemingly not in control over herself, Sig continued what she was doing, squeezing the woman's figure, somewhat inadvertently rubbing her lithe form on the amazon's. Her head kept shaking between the large breasts of Amelie, her defiance somehow reinforced with this finding that the woman seemingly susceptible to close body contact. It was turning her on as well how she could somehow being in control over someone as big as Amelie with just something like this.

"Mmmmmm....!"