Amelie vs Ataru: nighty~night match (for scorn53)

Of course I still have fight in me...! Did you think I'd roll down from just one hold? That's what Ataru would have wanted to say, if he didn't need to spare that little amount of air allowed by Amelie's large boob to try and lift the bigger girl.

But all he could actually respond was a muffled "mmrppfffhh....! 0///0" in embarrassed exertion.
Lifting that curvy strong body of hers was done, somehow... but the actual suplex part of Ataru's project of a big move was a different matter: with Amelie shifting her weight forward to counter his efforts, and her pillowy boob pressed ever more on his face, the boy would remain stuck for a few seconds, staggering around with his voluptuous opponent somewhat lifted in a cradle hold of sorts, much to the fans' amusement.

Unable to complete his maneuver, Ataru would feel one of his legs bucking from Amelie's movements, eventually ending with dropping down to one knee while having Amelie sit down on his other knee, her arms still holding him in a tight headlock. From the ringside, it almost looked like the silly gentleman Ataru had  knelt down and offered his leg as a seat for the beautiful opponent.
Needless to say, his face was flaring from both his failed throw and the embarrassing situation.

Amelie was smugly confident that even if a hidden cornucopia of the boys strength made itself known and he had forced the lifting manoeuvre upon the French beauty, his small size would provide little height for the amazons drop back to reality. Said confidence was deserved so, as Amelie barely found her feet leaving the ground before Ataru had to take break.

Interesting, rather than allow the woman back to her feet, Ataru offered extended knee.

"Ohhh...what a interesting one you are..." A small purr released from the French beauties lips would translate almost as a intimate whisper.

Releasing her smug lock, Amelie would instead place her wrapped arm on the boy's furthest shoulder, before her free hand found it's way to a sensual placement on her foes front.

"And what now? Hmm..." She pondered, eager to see how her foe would react.

Yea right...what now??? Ataru would blink oin confusion and blush at Amelie's seductive touch as she made herself comfortable on the silly stool that he had provided for the sultry blonde amazon to have a seat.
In that funny position, Ataru's face was exactly level with Amelie's ample bosom, which made quite easy to lose his train of thoughts.

"Uhh....w-well... I don't know really", the blushing boy would respond awkwardly "...you know, this is not exactly how I had planned this move to work".
Amelie's flirty attitude would make it impossible for Ataru to push her off, or even worse to hit her. And so, the young Japanese would just stay there under her spell for a long moment, totally leaving the initiative in her hands.

Amelie's hand would softly rub Ataru's front, almost stroking the boy as she merely smiled. She paid little attention to her opponents words, merely shuffling her butt on her foes knee for a more comfortable position. Her eyes of course, would make note of the fact her foe's gaze had yet to leave her enormous chest, a fact which formed a sly smile to grow further on the beauties lips.

Eventually though, all good things must come to an end, as she tried to push back on her foe, in an effort to bring Ataru to the mat. Not without a bounce of sorts, as the busty French beauty would fall right on top of him, completely braced by her human cushion!

Many of Amelie's fans would laugh cheerfully at such "tender moment" between the voluptuous French vixen and her awkward "date", certainly realizing that Ataru had unwittingly put himself into such position and enjoying how she coyle played along, stroking the boy's front and wriggling her butt comfortable on the improvised seat.

Before Ataru could run after his train of thoughts and finally get it, Amelie was more than ready to capitalize his hesitation, pushing the boy down to the mats back first, only to then smoosh him under her strong curvy body.

"U-Unnffhhhh....!" Ataru would groan, huffing out a good amount of his air supply under Amelie's sultry body-press.
Kind of snapped back into reality, the Japanese boy would wriggle trying to sneak out of Amelie's pin, which surely caused her to bounce a little more ontop of his body.

Landing fully on top of Ataru, Amelie would let loose a small 'Uph!' of her own before settling into her new found posture, body fully covering the boy. The French beauty would purr as her hair covered the boy's own, almost separating Ataru from the rest of reality and leaving him in one that was nothing but long green locks, and Amelie's purring face. The much taller beauty had purposefully lowered herself with her body pin, so that the ends of her feet her lower than Ataru's own; their upper bodies pressed at even lengths.

She'd giggle as the boy made some vain efforts to move her figure; soft French hands coming to Ataru's own wrists in a soft effort to restrain them.

"Shh...stay a while...you might enjoy yourself..." She'd purr, enormous chest squishing against her foe to the point where it was nearly mushrooming down over his sides.

Amelie's sultry and sensuous style of grappling was effectively sending Ataru off his game, allowing her to secure her bodypress pin onto the boy's smaller frame with sinuous and mesmerizing movements.

Squirming and fighting with mixed feelings, the young Japanese knew well that he needed to struggle all out to get himself out of the voluptuous amazon's clutches before it would be too late.

But, with Amelie's huge soft bosoms squishing around his chest, her cooings caressing his ears soothingly, and her beautiful hair cascading around his head like a silken, perfumed courtain, thinking at anything else and forcing himself to fight back was requiring all Ataru's concentration.... and it was resulting into a lost battle in any case.

Like that, Amelie's soft and sultry way to restraint Ataru's wrists was easily successful, allowing her to press and grind her entrancing curves ever more onto her handsome target. For a moment, Ataru's mind had been lulled into trusting her words, and now she had him right where she wanted, embarrassed and disoriented underneath her sexy body.

Now turning her opponent into nothing more than a human-shaped mattress, Amelie began a humming purr, as if the woman was simply about to go to work. Truth be told, the act before her had become almost work-like for Amelie; her posture and attitude one she had assumed a near hundred times before. Albeit, this of course was the first time with a male. In ring, at least.

Bringing her thick legs slowly around Ataru's, Amelie would make efforts to slowly but firmly part them wide, locking in a painful grapevine manoeuvre. With her hands still latched to her foes, body weight still baring down, Amelie would simply press even firmer; chest almost mushrooming under the force of her own body pin.

Given her positioning alongside height advantage, Amelie would soon find her soft waist pressing slightly into her foes own stomach and crotch area!

Panting from the increasingly hot captivity, which had his warm breathing bathing Amelie's bountiful bosom, Ataru would too late force his allured will to snap out of her spell and back into the match.
"Unghhh...w-what's...this hold...let go...nghh...", he would protest half-heartedly only now that she had him secured into her grapevine hold.

With that said, Ataru started to wriggle from the uncomfortable stretching of his legs, bucking his hips to try and dislodge Amelie from her grapevine control position. While not likely to set him free, Ataru's instinctive, uneased writhing and bucking could actually turn into backfire, increasing the embarrassing friction of their bodies.

Ataru was of course no pushover, but the simple fact of size, posture and determination on Amelie's side against the forceful wiggle of her foe meant the amazon was for the moment, going to continue torturing his legs. She wouldn't speak this time, only giggle as her breasts partially overtook the mans face, hands still latched to his wrists.

Releasing his right whilst still maintaining the left pin, Amelie would slowly move her fingers up Ataru's arm, bringing them eventually onto his chest, before up to his neck and chin. Sliding over yet still, her hand would find it's way to her opponents hair, combing it softly, whilst at the same time partially bringing it further upwards into her chest!

All the while, trying to bend her opponents legs at near brutal angles, his crotch still pressing against her soft abs!