Princess Natasha Rostovik vs Heather Sunderland - Meeting A Legend

Natasha was still groggy when Heather womanhandled her into the corner. Sat there she felt her arms caught and only then did she realize the true danger of her position. "Agghh Net NET!" Natasha complained loudly saying no in her native language but it was all too easy for Heather.

"UUGGUUMMMMFFFF" the Russian protested and drummed her boots on the canvas. Heather was completely humiliating her in the match so far and Natasha had to do something drastic to buy a little time, otherwise she would become to Smother Toy!

With her face being rubbed up and down and side to side it enabled Natasha to turn her head and gain not only some precious air but also the opening she needed. She took a gigantic bite out of Heather's round firm butt cheek, even though it was through panties, Natasha hoped it would still have connected sufficiently to at least get the American off her.

Heather snickered a little at Natasha's slight panic. She let out a long breath as she pushed her ass firmly into the girl's face, quite enjoying the relaxing position that she had over the girl, stinkfacing her in the corner. She wiggled her butt in her face a little, bouncing it slightly as she just added more and more to the humiliation of the position. "Feeling good back theeere? Enjoying yourself?" She let out, giggling to herself a bit.

Soon though, she felt quite the retaliation. Her eyes widened, gasping out at that bite. She jumped up, quickly stepping forward away from her, rubbing that cheek a little. "Gh! D-damnit! You little bitch! The hell was that!?"

Natasha took a bit bite out of Heather and drew in some air as the finally got free of that butt. She heard Heather and smirked slowly freeing her arms. "Zis is what happens when you take on Mother Russia!"

The Russian girl hauled herself up and watched as her rival kept rubbing her behind. "Ze next time zis happens will be me smothering you!" With that Natasha charged forward and stooped low looking to take Heather down to the canvas with a well timed spear. Things were desperate for Natasha, she had been humiliated far too much in this match as it was and needed to prove herself.

Heather grit her teeth hard at the stinging feeling of that bite on her butt. She rubbed her ass a little from the still nagging bite feeling, groaning out in frustration before she turned back to her. "Didn't know 'Mother Russia' was full of weak bitches who have to bite!" She let out, clearly angered by her offensive.

Unfortunately for her though, she was still a bit caught off guard by this, yelping out as the girl suddenly went low and took her down with that spear. She grunt out as her back hit the mat hard, wincing slightly before shaking her head. "Tch..damnit.." she cursed out, immediately squirming and struggling to try to get away from her.

As the spear connected Natasha landed in a heap with Heather. The battle had so far taken quite the toll on the fighters and Natasha was feeling hot, not only in mood but also physically. "Weak bitches?" she questioned and scrambled to get a better position on top of Heather who was struggling. Natasha slid to the side and tried to grasp Heather's head to keep her under control with a side headlock on the canvas, but added to this, she slid her armpit forward and made sure Heather got a good faceful of her scent and really tried to squeeze in to ensure Heather had choice but to comply

"You see silly American girl, We Russians know ALL the techniques. Now if you lick and kiss then I may let go of ze hold!" Natasha was demanding some payback for the humiliation she had experienced. "Otherwise I will smother you with ze perfect rear!"

Heather squirmed around beneath her as she was on her back, shaking her head slightly. She yelped out as she slid to the side, pulling her right into that side headlock--her face stuffed into Natasha's armpit. She groaned out, wincing hard at the scent that filled her senses, kicking her legs in a panic as she squirmed and struggled.

"M-mmpmghnh!!" She yelled out into her pit, desperately prying at her arm as she refused what she was telling her to do. She kept desperately yanking at her arm, shaking her head as much as she could, not about to kiss or lick anything on her!

As much as the Russian was loving some payback on Heather she knew this would not win her the match and that if she wasnt careful, her rival could still be very dangerous. She had literally faced the danger and did not want to experience that again! Heather protested and writhed and Natasha kept her sweaty armpit smother going.

"I can see you want ze facesit" Natasha taunted and let go of the headlock smother hoping that Heather was dazed enough, if she was quick enough, the sneaky Russian would adjust her position and swing around so that she could straddle Heathers breasts with her bottom menacingly close to Heathers face just nudging under her chin. If it all worked, Natasha would be sure to try and grab Heathers wrists to keep them pinned.

"You had ze chance, now you will kiss my perfect ass!"

Heather let out more muffled groans and whimpers as she kept up her squirms and struggles from the armpit smother, just desperately wanting to get out of t his quite humiliating position. She totally ignored her words as much as she could--though they alerted her of what was to come.

She grunt out as Natasha released the headlock, pinning her down with her ass pressed against her breasts--her cheeks nearly pushing against her cheek as she grabbed her wrists. "Kuh! D-don't be ridiculous! Not kissing ANYTHING of yours!" She let out, kicking her legs frantically as she twist and t urned, her face flaring up a deep red as Natasha taunted her of telling her what was to come.

Natasha was loving the position and was making it as slow and deliberate as possible for Heather who could do nothing but squirm. "So now ze smother!" the Russian proudly proclaimed and edged back bumping her bottom over Heathers chin and settling right on her victims face. "Ahhhhh zis is comfy yes?" she taunted and then wiggled so that Heathers nose disappeared right between her sweaty ass cheeks.

Natasha was so confident of her smothering she let of Heathers hands and humped her hips back and forth really grinding in the lesson that Natasha was dishing out. "Feel free to tap out American slut!"

Heather squirmed and struggled as much as she could, kicking her legs frantically. Finally, she felt her push back, planting her ass firmly on her face. "M-mmpgmnh!!" She let out loud muffled yells into her ass, squirming and struggling as much as she could beneath her. She had her hands captured and pinned at first--Heather's face wedged firmly in those cheeks, face engulfed by her ass.

Soon though, she felt her release her hands--quite the mistake that Heather wasn't sure why she made. She groaned out into her ass, pushing her hands up, trying to plant them on Natasha's back and shove her hard.