Big love Debut Amelie Roux vs Yori Nazuka Hentai match

Yori was able to get her opponent of her pretty easily. The mature woman would press her hands against the mat before slowly getting back to her feet. She would look at Amelie with a smile on her face. But in the inside YOri almost felt bad for treating her friend like that… But she wanted to win her first match in the AFW after all and to win she needed to hurt her opponent as well.

Yori would try to go for the next attack directly; she would walk up to her opponent, trying toget behind her while she was still busy holding her head. Form behind YOri would try to lock her arms around the waist of her opponent and squeeze her as hardly as she could. She knew that she didn´t had so much power as Amelie herself but at least she could make her presents now and even maybe make her a bit moan.  The big breasts of the Japanese would be pressed right against the strong back of the French woman. With a smile on her face Yori would then try to hump her opponent once hitting her hips right against the ass of the green haired beauty. “How do you like that sweetheart?”

Amelie soon found herself back on her feet, but she was far from the definition of steady. Her head woozy from hitting that bony shoulder, she'd find Yori's presence against her a welcome one, quickly using her as a brace as the maturer woman slipped behind her. What came next however she did not greatly appreciate, as she found her stomach squeezed inwards with a force greater than she could ever likely muster. Her head would tilt forward as she gasped, eyes metaphorically bulging from her head as she bared victim to the busty figures power.

And of course, to make matters worse, her large rear was forced to press against Yori's lap, quickly finding its role as a grinding post.

"Mm..perhaps..if you weren't..so tight..." Amelie smirked, hands coming up to Yori's own crushing embrace, trying to hold her stance firm.

Yori would smile when she heard how Amelie was telling her that she found that this was a bit too tight for her… that was good…. Looks like Yori still go some power left in her old body for the moment. She would lick over her lips for a moment thinking about what she could do next and she got an idea that sounded a bit crazy in her head, but this was just making her want to do it even more. Yori would try to bent her knees a bit, hopping to get a bit lower behind her opponent, before trying to lift the French woman of the mat and pull her right over her in a snap German suplex attempt. Yori knew how heavy her opponent was and that she wasn´t in her best form but still she wanted to see is she would be able to pull this off.

This was more to prove something to herself than to hurt her opponent or show off to the crowed. Yori wanted to snap suplex her opponent right onto the mat, before rolling onto her stomach. She would look over to Amelie. “Sorry for this sweetheart… but I will make up for that I promise.”, she would say trying to crawl closer to Amelie, before trying to reach out for her top and pulling of over her head slowly.
 

Amelies complaints that the embrace was far too firm even for her liking were soon answered, as Yori began to manoeuvre her. Rarely the victim of powerful lifts, the French beauty could but kick her legs and slap her arms as she was hoisted up and over, connecting solidly against the mat shoulders first. From there, she would but whine, audibly complaining the match had taken such a quick turn from the sensual tone to the painful one, her hands already soothing the ache in her back.

Before she could even have a moment to herself, she found Yori crawling besides her. Devoid of response, the French beauty simply growled, trying to take the time to recover from the brief squeeze and powerful suplex.

Yori was watching down to the French beauty while she was reaching out with her hands, he wanted to see what Amelie was hiding under her top since the first time the two women met in the looker room.

Yori was trying to pull the top of her opponent gently over her head, before lifting up the top into the air, like a trophy. The fans would go mental when they saw this happen, they wanted to see Amelie get back up and see her without her top. Yori would then try to throw the top of her opponent out of the ring and into the crowd to one of the fans.

Yori would then stand back up stepping over Amelie, with a smile she would look down to her again, before jumping up and letting herself simply fall right onto the French giant.  

Her one piece removed via the halfway point, Amelie could only put watch from her positioning as Yori stripped her, possibly for the first time in her given attire. Amelie of course, offered zero resistance.

Why would she?

Yori would be victim to such soon, if she had her way.

Only smiling from her posture as she watched Yori stand, the French beauty would but lie in wait, looking to seize the moment. Such was a much more viable option than trying to straight up overpower the busty beauty that had the size on her in every which way. She'd see her chance, most obviously when Yori began to teeter forward looking to squash the beauty yet again. Opting to simply roll out of the way, Amelie would immediately try to pounce on the now laying beauty, attempting to grapple her with her bare front now pressing to her back!

Yori was trying to perform a slap right on top of her opponent, bringing her full weight to use against the French. Her plan was to work her down slowly before starting to get erotic against her. Yori knew that her chances were better against a worn down Amelie, then against an Amelie that still was as strong as a lion.

but unluckily Amelie wasn´t planning to play along with Yori and stay down. When Yori came down she just hit the empty mat chest first what made her cry out loudly in pain. She would try to pull her arms in front of her chest and cross them there. It seemed like Amelie got enough left to roll out of the way in time.

Amelie was directly using her chance and before Yori was able to do anything she felt how a heavy weight getting onto her back and pressing her on the floor. Yori would moan out as the air was pressed right out of her. In the next moment she suddenly felt how two soft and warm balls were pressed against her back… what made her smile a bit as she enjoyed how the breasts of her opponent were touching her back like that and she felt how Amelie´s nipples where pushing into the back of her.
 

Now that Amelie had the girl in her grip, or rather, mature figure in her grip, she intended to make sure Yori knew a release would not come easy. Jostling both herself and her foe up to their knees, her arms would stay firm around that taut tummy, but they certainly wouldn't be squeezing Yori. She simply wanted to test the figure once more that she'd soon be ravishing. Grinding her firm large breasts up and down the beauties back, she'd lean in, giving a purposefully hot moist breath against Yori's neck.

"Oh...The things I will do to you..." Leaning in, she'd soon compliment her tease with another nibble to Yori's supple skin.

Yori was still a bit dizzy from her crash-landing and now she got no chance of getting back up easily. She would shake her head a bit getting it straight again. But suddenly she felt how two strong arms were warped around her midsection. The mature woman needed to swallow this was bad if Amelie wanted to go for a bear hug in this position the older woman would have a big problem, because breaking out of it would be close to impossible.

But luckily for you’re the hug was only tight but wasn´t squeezing her, so she could breathe normally. Suddenly yori got a shiny and her body started to shake. The big and soft breasts of her opponent were moving right over her back and it just felt so great for the mature one. She would enjoy this treatment.

“Then show me what you have planned for me sweet!”
 

Well, Yori had specifically just given her permission. Amelie couldn't be held accountable for what happened from here on.

For now though, she'd move things at a slower, sensual pace. Her breasts stiff to Yori's back, Amelie would part her legs ever so slightly, as to allow the rest of her lower half to press a little firmer to Yori's back and rear. Suddenly switching her embracing grip, she'd latch her hands to those fine breasts, squeezing and fondling the flesh roughly with in her hands!

All the while her hands went to work, she'd slowly lean her head forward, past the long locks of the beauty, until her mouth found her neck. Latching her lips on, she'd give the more mature woman a hefty nibble, before suckling at the flesh. In Amelie's mind, Yori was already hers to play with. She just didn't realise it yet!