Big love Debut Amelie Roux vs Yori Nazuka Hentai match

YOri got her opponent trapped pretty well… she thought that she maybe could stay in this hold for a while and wear down Amelie very slowly for her this would be totally no problems… after all it was Amelie who needed to do the main work by lifting up Yori into the air. Also could Yori cut the air away from her opponent in two ways at the same time… with a good placed smother and a old school body scissor… both pretty effective.

The only problem was that his tactic wasn´t so much fun as Yori hoped for, she hopped on a wild battle with the French beauty and not just trying to chock the other one weak… this wasn´t what she and the fans came for here… and it seems like Amelie was disliking this as well when she was grinding her opponent against the corner…

After some moments Yori would open her bodyscissor and tried to put her hands and feet against the French, hopping being able to shove her away to create some separation. If that was successful and yori would fall into the corner, she would look over to her opponent and smiled. “So how did you like a taste of my little friends… if you want more just come and get them… they are all yours!”

Amelie was more than willing to pay the price as it were, both her stomach turning shades redder and her cheeks losing colour from the smother/scissor combination. She simply couldn't resist, almost purring even amidst her pain, hands to Yori's hips to hold her steady. After all, if it got too much, she'd simply switch to a more aggressive manoeuvre in an effort to dislodge the heavier woman altogether.

Not that she'd complain if this was to be how she passed out...

To her surprise however, Yori would be the one to break the move, despite it being entirely in her favour. Upon thought Amelie couldn't fault the woman, given if she was in the heavier woman's position, she too would of broken it.

After all, Yori needed some fun too...

Hands to her hips as she straightened up, colour soon returning to her cheeks, Amelie couldn't help but smile. Hand leaving her hips to wipe a small trail of drool away, she'd give a sly wink to the beauty, evidently having enjoyed being in the hands of a bigger woman for a change.

"There's no fun in making it too easy my sweet..."

Yori saw how Amelie was smiling at her and she liked this happy look on her face… it looked so playful… just like Amelie would come over and ripe the dress of Yori apart… just the thing Yori hopped for this match. Yori would send a smile back and put her hands against her hip just like Amelie did it, while listing to what the French woman had to tell her.
“So if you don´t want to take them like this… “ YOri would step over to Amelie… stopping with a bit of space between them and look the woman with the green hair deep into her eyes. “Then you have to fight against them, to get them sorry for that sweetheart!”

After finishing these words Yori would turn her body a bit to her side, before throwing her big boobs right against the boobs of Amelie with all she had. As soon as this to big amounts of flesh collided Yori needed to moan out loudly in a mix of pain and pleasure. She would watch the green haired one with hungry eyes waiting for her reaction.
 

Amelie's approach may have been slow and tender, but she was feeling anything but after experiencing her foes curves in all their might. She couldn't honestly give a valid reason as to why she simply didn't tackle the beauty there and then in an effort to unclothe her, just as eager as she was to grind against Yori as she was to see the figure in all its splendour.

Again purring as the older woman spoke her teasing words, Amelie was this time adamant she would be the one seizing complete advantage. Watching as Yori reared her body back for a small standing splash of sorts, the green-ette would try her best at avoiding the move altogether; by sliding behind Yori, arms hooking for a restraining reverse waist lock!

"It seems...you're all mine..."

Yori put some momentum behind her breasts slam, trying to hit Amelie hard with it. But Amelie got other plan she simple sidestepped the Japanese woman. When the mature woman got the plans of her opponent it was already too late for her to stop the moment directly, so Yori was stumbling a few steps forward past her opponent. As soon as she stopped she wanted to turn around to Amelie and face the French beauty again.

But she wouldn´t get this chance. Before yori was able to turn around two very strong arms where warped around her waist holding her in place. The two strong arms where staring to squeeze the poor mature woman pressing out all the air from her while also making her screams out loudly. Being hugged that way was pretty painful especially when someone as strong as Amelie was doing it. YOri would start to struggle as wildly as she could, as well as trying the grab the wrist of her opponent hopping being able to pull the arms apart…
But it had no use again the French woman was showing of her incredible power… and the two body’s of the women were pressed together… yori felt the heat of her opponent on her own skin… and she loved it.

 

Amelie wasn't so much wanting to squeeze Yori flat as she was trying to fully experience the goods. With that ample rear pressing to her crotch and her wrists pressing against those sizeable breasts, she quickly got what she wanted.

"Now now...My sweet...where is the rush?" Leaning in, Yori would find the French giant somewhat literally purring into her ear, before nibbling gently at the bottom of the love. Her arms were tight, but again, she was't putting full force into the hold. That, and Yori was no weakling herself.

She'd simply take what enjoyment she could, forcing the beauty got grind back against her a little, pressing against that huge rear whilst her own giant breasts mushroomed to Yori's back, pressing her over in a minor bend.

Yori was crying out loudly while her opponent was keep squeezing her hardly and pressing out the air from her. The hands of the mature woman where tight around the wrists of the French giant trying to pull them apart to break free. In a hold like this she couldn´t survive for long.

But she got no chance to pull the apart so easily, instead she needed to endure the hold a bit longer, hopping for another opportunity to escape this hold. While being hold, Yori felt how the giant breasts of her opponent were pressed right onto her back and she enjoyed this feeling… She would love to go on work against them later.

There was no fun to be had in outright rendering the big beauty breathless here and now. Amelie was no powerhouse, but her naturally big frame would give her the ability to do so if she really put her heart into such. Alas, in all her many matches, she had never deemed such a move fit.

Instead, she continued to grind against that amazing figure, using that rear as a post to press upon. Parting her weak reverse squeeze, she'd instead latch a hand to either firm breast, groping and moulding the flesh in her hands. She'd be easier to remove like this, but she didn't exactly care. If anything, it would just incite Yori to be as equally firm back.

"I think I may just take you home...and put you on my shelf...like a big toy..."

Yori would suddenly start to moan out loudly and wiggle a bit more. This time she didn´t started to moan out in pain, this time it was pure pleasure making her moan out loudly. The strong hand of amelie was now resting on her chest. Better said it was right on top of her breast squeezing it hardly. That felt so good for the big woman, Amelie know how she had to work breasts to make it feel great and make a woman moan.

But then Yori heard something she didn´t like so much. “I am no one´s toy sweety…” she replied to her opponent. Then Yori would try to fight back she tried to pull her arms free, before reaching up with them, hopping to get a good grab on the head of her opponent. Then she would try to jump up a bit and when she came down she wanted to let herself fall onto her butt, while pulling the head of her opponent down with her and making the forehead of Amelie hit her shoulder.

Yori was really liking the French beauty but after all this was a match the two had to fight.

In truth, Yori didn't have to do a thing. Even if she had just stood there completely devoid of reaction, Amelie would of likely fondled and groped the woman all on her own, getting her fill long before Yori even had to fear losing the match. It was because of the bigger woman's movements however that the French beauty was constantly reminded that she was actually in a match, and whats more, one she should perhaps try to win.

Only smirking at the womans response, Amelie would up her fondling, groping the skin of her foe even fierced before Yori finally offered a response. Not at all prepared for that figure leaning back on her so fully, Amelie would cave in entirely, forced to grind against her foe before baring victim to her weight. She'd find her forehead victim to a bony shoulder that numbed her somewhat, as Yori turned her frame into a sizeable mattress.

She was audibly yelping at the pain, but not exactly complain at such a figure using her as a rest.