Madison Oppenheim Vs. Amelie Roux - Fortunes End

Amelie was whiled up, in the worst possible way. The girl had aroused her, yet repeatedly shown, time and time again, that when her mouth is allowed to run free it most certainly will do so. Amelie felt the girl needed to be punished. And such would not be quick. Hands coming down, she'd grip a hold the girls firm waist, as her breasts snuggle slid against the girls own. Lining her figure up with Miss Fortunes, she'd begin to slide her legs atop, so that none of her modest figure was supported via the ground.

Finally, pulling upon those hips she had latched upon, she'd begin to press her frame down firmer and firmer, until she was essentially beginning to flatten the girl out. She was far from what could be described as a heavyweight especially in AFW terms, but felt that her large sizeable curves forcing Madison's own to bend would perhaps gain her some silence.

"Shhh...Sh..."