Amelie Roux Vs Mari Fuuma - Knocked Off Your Feet

Not that Amelie would ever admit it, but she found herself completely at the mercy of the much smaller Ari Nagawa in their fight in the mud. The woman was smaller, considerably so, a fact that often meant Amelie would have her way with her regardless of how much she refuted it. Yet still, Amelie found herself often the victim of the woman's superieror experience and use of leg-shaking holds. Her inexperience in the mud was just the icing on the cake, yet one that in the grand scheme of things had little to do with the fact Ari had reduced her to such a trembling wreck.

Now, the French beauty found herself in a match in which the stipulation nearly enforced the two women to use the holds that Ari had made her victim to. Only now, Amelie would be trying to hoist and grind her foe to pieces, rather than them latch themselves to her in order to do so. A task easier said than done, given the power of her foe.

Mari Fuuma.

All it took was one quick gaze, and you'd realise there was more to this figure than simply immense curves and a sizeable pair of assets. The girl's very aura was a powerful, domineering one; Amelie could only imagine what such a figure with all that power and strength could do when she really deemed such necessary. But now was not the time for nerves. After all, even if she lost, Amelie would likely be victim of a night that she would never forget.

Appearing through the entrance curtain with arms as wide as could be, the French beauty found herself leaning back with a smug grin attached as she bayed in the cheer of the crowd. Of course they were cheering; the woman was drop dead gorgeous, and now she was set to attempt to grind another woman to near literal pieces before them all in the span of thirty minutes. Often not long enough for some. For these two women, it could easily feel like a lifetime.

Finding her way down the ramp to the ring, she'd soon settle in her corner as she gave one final adjustment of her attire. Given the conditions in which one could gain points, it had already become clear the woman's attire would come under strenuous testing in the match to come. Amelie figured she might as well get her use out of it; showing off her curves in a restrained fashion, leaving what little to the imagination her revealing attire could, before she'd find it inevitably torn from her.

Not that she'd leave Mari untouched herself. But now, the focus was on meeting the figure she'd heard so much about.

Mari was quite interested in the match she was about to take part in. It truly was going to test the limit of her strength and sexual skills as the objective was to lift an opponent up and make them cum while their feet were not touching the ground. It was an unorthodox match to say the least, but just because it was unfamiliar rules, Mari was not going to make any excuses for accepting the challenge.

She was going up against another powerful beauty by the name of Amelie Roux. She had heard of the woman as the other white haired girl by the name of Ari Nagawa that was also managed by O.Van as well who was far more versed in the way of hentai, the woman practically breathed sexual matches against other woman and it felt as if she sustained herself off of the juices of her opponents like some kind of sex fiend.

But even if she watched their match in an analytical manner, there was nothing she felt would be helpful as Ari's wrestling style was vastly different than hers. Mari was just going to have to wing it and find a way to win as she walked towards the ring, although she had more clothing than Amelie she had pretty much just a little bit less skin exposed, mostly her legs and lower half of her torso. Her upper torso was only concealed (barely) by skin tight see through material, while her shoulders and hips were exposed, showing off the top half of her busty chest as she climbed up on to the ring and slipped through the middle and top rope.

Across from her was the French Beauty that she was tasked with forcing as many orgasms as she could in 30 minutes while no part of her body was touching the ground. This was going to be a hefty challenge for the silverhead.

Amelie had seen Mari before, via photos, of course; this was a woman she'd soon be trying to metaphorically grind to pieces. But as often was the case with photography, size was often presented incorrectly. Needless to say, what photos were available left much to the imagination in terms of height. Amelie herself believed that obviously, for a woman to accept such strenuous physical conditions for a match up, she would be of a size familiar to herself.

And whilst Mari was no short figure, she was neither particularly large. Amelie herself had notable curves on the figure, already a image formed in her mind of Mari being unable to lift her five minutes in let alone twenty. Needless to say, she smiled. The concept of 'stronger than she looks' apparently baring no presence in the French beauties noggin.

"Yo...your not as sizeable as I expected...my sweet..." Smirking, forming another image in her mind of herself outright dominating the smaller beauty.

"You are aware of what you have to do in this match...aren't you?"

Mari definitely was on the losing end of the size advantage as she previously thought, but now face to face with Amelie she could see that first handed. Her opponent was quick to realize this as well and wasted no time in voicing her opinions on the matter. But she wasn't going to let that concern her, she was going to win this match and expenses to the body be damned as she responded to Amelie by stepping forward and pressing her front into her opponent, all the while keeping her amber eyes locked on Amelie's.

"I am. You shouldn't get such a big head about your big body. I'll make you look all the more weak when you're screaming against someone whose 'not as big'." she retaliated as she felt her breasts pushing up against teh French Beauties', despite her big talk she knew that it was going to be a tough one to work out like this, but Mari was undeterred. She was going to find a way to force Amelie to cum much more than her while holding her off of the ground.

The more Amelie considered it though, the more likely that Mari accepted such a challenge for a reason. It wasn't exactly a private fact that Amelie herself was a sizeable figure; to accept a challenge against her that involved heavy lifting either suggested you had the skill to do so, or the desire to be victim to it. The French beauty somewhat hoped it was both. Finding her front victim to a small squishing motion from her foe, Amelie would do her best at making herself appear even greater than she was; hands to hips, leaning somewhat on her tiptoes as her breasts met Mari's own.

"Ooohh...I hope for your sake, you are more than mere words. If not...well...you may regret it..." Leaning in more so, the bell ringing, Amelie showed exactly zero signs that she was going on the attack from the off. Rather, she would simply tickle her nose with Mari's own, keen to incite a reaction from her!

Mari lips quivered slightly, resisting the urge to moan while keeping her lips as firm in a scowl as she could in order to maintain her angry appearance. She was not going to let Amelie get the best of her with words or breasts as the French Woman continued to shove her chest into hers. The two large chests continued to mash against each other, Mari moving her hands to her hips to meet the challenge set out by Amelie. She would push forward, mashing her tits back into Amelie to try and force her back with pushing power alone.

That was her plan, at least until Amelie rubbed her nose against hers. Mari's eyes widened, it was such an unorthodox move and such a silly one that it caught her off guard as she took a step back. She couldn't believe that Amelie would do something so...harmless like that just to elicit a reaction! Growling out, she would take a step back forward with additional momentum to try and shove her opponent back to force her to take her seriously! All the while sporting a blush on her cheeks.