Wild Hentai: Heather vs Natasha

Heather would continue to let out muffled groans as her face was forced into Natasha's breasts, engulfing her face and cutting off all her air as she was trapped in the soft warm prison. Natasha was probably right, thinking that Heather deep down enjoyed being in this position, but Heather would never admit it, not even to herself as she struggled to try and escape. She would hear her words, causing her even further embarrassment as the girl talked about her spending alot of time buried in her breasts, a crazy sounding statement as she felt the girl rub her face back and forth across them, just adding to the embarrassment of her position.

She would hear Natasha's teasing, causing her to let out some more muffled yells, trying her best to talk but of course it all coming out muffled as she would be pushed towards the turnbuckle. Next thing she knew, she would be slammed hard into the corner, causing her legs to nearly buckle and collapse, held up by Natasha as she was sandwiched between her breasts and the corner now, a loud muffled yell escaping her mouth again as her struggles were weakened from the heavy splash.

She could hear Heather doing her best to answer her teasing statements despite her face being smothered by Natasha's quite large breasts, the blue haired woman unable to stop herself from giggling hysterically at the sight. "Save your breath Heather, you're gonna need it no?" Natasha said in a sweet, almost lyrical tone as she added in a bit of her native french accent just to tease Heather a bit further. Lowering her head down beside Heather's she giggled into her ear just before she would nibble upon it gently, distracting the woman enough for her to push the woman towards the turnbuckle, and once she was a mere foot away Natasha threw her full weight into a final shove flattening Heather against the turnbuckle.

With her body pressed so firmly against Heather's Natasha could feel the woman's legs shaking from the sudden impact, lowering her body just enough to sit Heather down upon the second turnbuckle. Natasha would keep her smother hold locked in nice and tight as she lifted first one leg and then the other over the second ropes so that she was sitting along with Heather, her legs moving to wrap around the steel corner pole of the ring in order to keep Heather as tightly pressed against both the corner and Natasha's tits as possible. "You have never looked lovelier Heather, I wish I could just enjoy you without the need for a match." The woman spoke softly into Heather's ear as she kept the hold applied with even greater pressure now.

Heather was giving up on trying to reply to the girl as it was pretty clear that Natasha wasn't giving her any room to speak. The girl's hysterical was certainly getting to her before she would hear what she said in that sweet voice of her's, the girl's accent adding quite a bit to them, causing Heather to blush a little deeper in the girl's breasts. That of course would be multiplied as Natasha started to nibble on her ear, making it so her attempts at flattening her against the turnbuckle would be quite easy to pull off.

As Heather's legs shook from the impact, she would fall to a seated position with Natasha, the girl keeping her locked in that smother the entire time. It wasn't enough that she was holding her tightly in the smother, but when her legs wrapped not only around her but around the pole as well, Heather felt like she was quite securely trapped against the corner. She would let out a little whimper in the girl's breasts, hearing her soft words that she said right in her ear. Natasha knew just what to say to throw Heather off and embarrass and arouse her as she kept her pinned against the corner with her breasts. Heather would keep fighting with all she had though, bringing her hands up to the bottom of Natasha's breasts, trying to push them up and away so she could catch a breath, actually starting to feel quite lightheaded.

Natasha was quite pleased to have Heather exactly where she loved her best, buried in her breasts with no where to escape to. It seemed Heather had realized just how desperate her situation had become too as she wasn't even trying to answer her anymore, sure Natasha missed those cute muffled cries but she just applied more pressure to the smother to overcome that. Looking to further impress upon Heather just how dominating her position was over the woman she turned up the pressure, throwing both herself and Heather into the turnbuckle, slamming Heather's back against the corner with a satisfying thump. Not done with her breath taking opponent quite yet Natasha wrapped her legs around both Heather and the corner pole, pulling her body as close to her's as was physically possible, a bit of pain in her breasts from just deep in her cleavage Heather's face was.

"Oh right there, thats where you belong Heather, pressed right up against me don't you agree?" Natasha teased knowing full well Heather couldn't answer her, but that only added to the fun of the situation for her. Feeling Heather suddenly putting up a bit of a fight Natasha actually laughed and let her struggle, her breasts rising up slightly as Heather's face was dragged downward over her mounds, Natasha's bikini top sliding down until her breasts popped free of the top. Squeezing her tightly Natasha would press Heather's mouth over her own nipples, giggling as she kept up the hold.

"Mmmmn-mmm!!" Heather let out a muffled groan in protest to Natasha's words, refusing to accept that her 'place' was pressed up against her and between her breasts as Natasha was forcing upon her. The fact that she was able to control her so easily from the get go here with just a simple smother though was bothering Heather quite a bit. She couldn't believe that Natasha could handle her like she's been doing, feeling nearly helpless in Natasha's grasp as she was pinned against the corner in the smother.

She kept trying to get out, fighting back with her pushes and pulling before suddenly she would feel the girl's bikini top slip down, her breasts now exposed as they were in her face. She felt Natasha force her nipple against her mouth, causing her to blush even more as she felt quite trapped. She wasn't about to do what she could easily have done, with her nipple pressed against her mouth like that, she was still trying her best to get out of her own methods. She would continue to push against Natasha, frantically struggling to try and end the embarrassment that was multiplied now that Natasha's breasts were bared, though feeling herself start to slowly drift in and out of consciousness.

Natasha could feel her top starting to slip down as Heather did her best to push her breasts up away from her face, not bothered by the possibility of losing an article of clothing she let Heather continue. When at last she felt her breasts being freed of that oppressive top Natasha let out a soft moan and pulled Heather tightly against her breasts once more, stopping the woman's progress just as her lips were right over her nipples. Quite turned on by that sensation Natasha rocked her hips against the woman's sexy stomach, expecting Heather to try and lick her way out of the hold but when it never came she felt a bit disappointed.

"Come on Heather, my nipples pressed to your lips and you refuse to suck? Don't you love my breasts my love?" Natasha pouted as she began moving her breasts side to side to rub her nipples over her lips over and over, stimulating herself while hoping Heather would lose the will to resist her. As the woman squirmed beneath her Natasha was finding it harder to keep her hold applied, if it hadn't been for her strong legs being wrapped around the corner post she was quite certain Heather would have broke free by now. As sweat rolled down her body Natasha did her best to maintain the hold, hoping for Heather to pass out just like the woman had made her do in their last match.

Heather would start to feel Natasha rock and rub her hips against her stomach, causing her to blush even more in the arousement that she was trying her best to ignore. With the feeling of the girl's nipple pressing against her lips, she actually had to push herself in not giving the girl what she wanted in licking or sucking at it. As much as that might get her free, she also knew how much Natasha would love that, risking the girl tightening the hold even more in excitement, though at the moment it didn't really seem to matter.

Hearing Natasha's words, Heather would let out a little muffled groan, her pouting words making her heart beat a little faster before she would feel her start to rub her breasts side to side, feeling her nipples rub over her lips. It seemed if Heather wasn't going to stimulate Natasha with her lips, the girl was going to force it on her and get it out herself. There wasn't much Heather could do now though as she felt her body starting to get heavier, her vision clouding up as her lack of oxygen was really getting to her. Her eyes would slowly shut and her arms would slip down, ending up passing out in Natasha's bare breasts.

Natasha couldn't believe that even with her nipple being forced between Heather's lips that the woman was refusing to suckle upon it. She would have thought that in a hold such as this that Heather would take every advantage she could get, but it seemed she was letting her pride get in the way of enjoying herself. "That hurts me Heather, don't you want to kiss my breasts? I seem to recall you're quite good at it..." Her voice faded away as she felt her idol growing weak in her grip until finally Heather passed out completely, Natasha checking to make sure she really was out cold before unwrapping her legs from around her.

Leaving Heather sitting upon the turnbuckle Natasha would pick up her arms and lay them over the top ropes before sliding out of the ring, wasting little time in pulling out one of the many boxes of toys from under the ring. Digging inside she withdrew a couple things of short rope before hopping back onto the ring apron and moving over behind Heather, hoping to tie the woman's wrists to the ropes so that the real fun could begin.

Heather couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed as Natasha brought up that she was quite good at worshipping her breasts. Heather's face was as red as it could get with that comment as she slowly started to drift away, passing out completely in the girl's breasts. She had just fell into quite the deep predicament, Natasha now able to do whatever she wanted while Heather was out. She would only stir just slightly as Natasha checked and made sure she was out, slipping down against the ropes as the girl would unwrap her legs around her.

She would offer no sign of coming to as Natasha left the ring and would lay her arms over the ropes. She couldn't resist at all as her wrists were tied to those ropes, leaving herself completely vulnerable to whatever Natasha had planned for her. Still after that she hadn't come to yet, sitting there unconscious with her wrists tied to the ropes.

It looked like Heather was really out cold as she barely even stirred while Natasha tied her wrists securely to the top ropes, the blue haired woman even leaning in close to kiss the back of her neck to make sure she wasn't just faking this for some reason. Giggling at the sight of her lovely idol sitting passed out on the turnbuckle for a moment she reminded herself she needed to keep working fast, dropping back down to the floor so she could rummage through the box of toys one more time.

"What am I doing?" Natasha scolded herself for trying to pick just one toy when there were so many fun options, picking up the box and with a swinging start tossed the dozen or so toys all over the ring. Sliding back inside Natasha got to her feet, removing her top completely in the process and tossing it to the crowd who cheered in response, and picked up quite the lovely vibrating egg before looking deviously towards Heather. If the woman was still out cold through this Natasha would get in close to the woman and slip down the woman's bikini bottom to around her ankles before pushing the egg deep into Heather's pussy.