Sofia vs Yoshiro

Sofia moaned out inbetween the breasts of Yoshiro, continuing to push on her opponent's shoulders as her thrashing waned and ceased. At this rate all she was going to accomplish was hasten Yoshiro's victory with wearing herself out and be smothered out. If this wasn't a match, then maybe Sofia would allow Yoshiro with such a distinction.

But she wasn't ready to lay down and be beaten so easily. "You're...going to have to do better!" Sofia muffled out from between Yoshiro's breasts as she attempted to bring her feet up to the hips of Yoshiro to try and push her off.

Yoshiro lowers her eyes as her lips curl up. "You want some air?" She lifts her chest up and off of Sofia. "Your moans are just beautiful..."

Suddenly, she felt the feet of her opponent come onto either side of her body and try to push the bird away. "Better? I don't exactly have the biggest chest. But..." She chuckles. "Maybe I can just get closer..." Yoshiro tries to place her chest back don onto Sofia's face.

Sofia gasped out for air when she felt Yoshiro's chest finally lifted from her face as she gave a small scowl up at Yoshiro. "I think....you've had enough time!" she let out as her hands would quickly move to grab on to Yoshiro's covered breasts, giving them a hard push to try and force Yoshiro off of her and trying to get her feet up to her hips to try and aid her in forcing her opponent off of her.

If she was able to, she would scramble up to her feet and back up into the corner, choosing to retreat and recompose herself instead of trying to dive in on Yoshiro.

It was unexpected of Sofia to put her hands on Yoshiro's chest lile that. It certainly made her back up, standing yp on her feet while Sofia opted to crawl bavk and into a ring corner. But the bird could not wait for Sofia to get up.

"Hmph! Someone wants to get touchy feely!" She calls out, starting to walk towards the corner Sofia claimed!

Backed into a corner as she saw Yoshiro coming at her, Sofia gripped on to the middle rope as she was sitting on the bottom turnbuckle. She knew she wasn't going to win on the defensive like this, she had to turn things back around on her opponent as she thought she saw an opportunity to strike back. "Yeah...me!" she shouted as she attempted to launch herself out from the corner.

If she was able to take Yoshiro by surprise, she would attempt to tackle her back on to the mat, shoving her shoulder into her gut and quickly try to scramble up her body and shove her tits into her face for a breast smother.

Yoshiro should have expected that. Anyone or anything cornered will leap out. In this case, quite literally. Sofia lunges out at her, slamming a shoulder into Yoshiro's stomach and making he eyes widden as she was taken down.

She stumbled for a moment on her feet before collapsing with Sofia on top of her. "Ugh...Whaaaa!" Yoshiro couldn't get out from under the opponent and had a big pair of breasts come down on her to smother! "Mmff!" She cries out while flailing around.

Managing to take down Yoshiro, Sofia smiled as she wrapped her arms around her head and forced her to go nose deep into her tits. "Hu hu hu, not so fun when your face is trapped is it love?" she quipped out. But she wasn't just satisfied with just that, she wasn't going to lose her opportunity to keep Yoshiro's breasts in her face just because she was sloppy.

Wrapping one arm around one of Yoshiro's to keep it from pushing, she would wrap her legs around her opponent for a body scissors to keep her close. Looking to tuck her ankle underneath her other leg's knee for the most amount of squeezing ability, all the while keeping her other arm wrapped around Yoshiro's face. "How's that love? Does my breasts suit your fancy?"

Gettimg more and more trapped by the moment, Yoshiro's eyes widen and her air starts to cut out. She kicks her feet around like it would do something but that quickly proved to be a moot point. And her muffled cries and screams would be heard by no one but her captor.

Her extended arm, caught by Sofia, pounds a closed fist on the canvas as she was forced to take the punishment. And she couldn't respond any other way than muffled cries to the opponent's questioning.

Sofia smiled, letting out moans every now and then as Yoshiro's struggling in her chest continued to send little jolts of pleasure through out the Brit's body. Her grip would loosen every now and then, reapplying itself to keep Yoshiro's head between her chest.

Her legs clamped tight around the girl's body, feeling Yoshiro pound against the mat. "Oooh? Was that a submission? Is my breasts too much for you love?" Sofia teased out, knowing full well that it wasn't anything near a sign of submission as she lessen her smother to get a better look at the cute face between her breasts, thinking that she had a decent hold to control her.

The differing pressures kept Yoshiro from completely knocking out. But that wasn't going to be known to Sofia unless she's saw that herself. It was the only thing Yoshiro had to ger advantage at the moment. But the body scissors locked around her waist was getting to her.

In an attempt to get free, Yoshiro uses the strength she had left to try and roll them around, over, side to side, anything to break free of the doubly dangerous hold.