Sephora Flowers Vs. Belinda Northman: Bikini Tables Match

Belinda got up to her feet and narrowed her eyes as she looked on at the less well endowed blond, seeing Sephora throw her leg up for that nasty kick the Swede would attempt to duck down underneath it, the kick whiffing right over her head and the Swede would quickly try to rise up, looking to move in right as Sephora would be facing her again and try to move in chest to chest with the fellow blond.

Not wanting to let Sephora get the upper-hand again, the Swede would proceed to try and wrap her arms around Sephora's body and lift her up, attempting to lift her up and then with a quick twist try and throw her opponent down into the mat with a quick belly to belly suplex.

Sephora cursed under her breath as her foe managed to narrowly dodge her kick. She stumbled into her feet barely able to put up a passable stance when Belinda rushed her. Hoisted up into the air, Sephora was quickly slammed into the mat with a solid belly to belly suplex. With her back hitting the mat, the blonde let out an exasperate gasp. She coughed as she tried to roll onto her stomach and pick herself onto her knees.

With one eye open, she made long deep breaths not being able to catch her breath quite yet.

Belinda came up towards Sephora and wrapped her arms tightly around the fellow blond, her generous bust pressing up against Sephora's slightly more modest chest...before she raised Sephora off of her feet and then slammed her down with that mighty Belly to Belly suplex!

Driving Sephora down into the mat she watched the fellow blond cough and try to move up towards her hands and knees. Belinda knew she couldn't allow that. Quickly trying to dive onto Sephora's back, and wrap her arms around the woman's neck and head, and her legs around Sephora's waist...pulling her weight to the side to try and roll them over so Belinda was underneath, the Swede tried to lock in a sleeper and waist scissor combo on the fellow red bikini clad woman.

Sephora had little time to react as Belinda dove and pounced on her back, forcing both of them to roll laterally. Before she knew what was going on, Sephora was caught in a sleeper, body scissor combination. She let out a desperate gasp of air as she feels her foe's arms coil around her neck and Belinda's legs crush her sides. She would let out an agonizing cry but her voice was caught in her throat. Teeth barred, Sephora squirmed in Belinda's grasp as she feels her face growing redder and her air supply rapidly dropping. The green-eyed girl would thrash around like a northern pike that had just been scooped out of the water and thrown onto land.

Belinda's arms clasped tightly around Sephora's head and neck, squeezing tightly on the sleeper hold as she rolled them over so that the Swede was underneath her fellow blond combatant. Her generous breasts pressing against the back of Sephora as Belinda's strong legs snapped shut around the young girl's waist and started to flex and squeeze.

Feeling Sephora struggle and squirm the Swede attempted to try and squeeze both her holds even tighter, doing what she could to weaken and Sephora. She knew she had to get the girl through the table, but it would be a lot easier to do so if the girl had passed out.