Shanari 'The Ravager' Drackanov vs. Liberty 'Libby' Vella - Take A Deep Breath...

Shanari was a tough nut to crack, Liberty would give her that much. Most women would’ve spilled long before this, letting go after a minute or so and just allowing themselves to be fucked. That was certainly the norm when it came to her own partners, and she honestly didn’t mind it all that much

But no, Shanari held off. Made Liberty work for it. And, in the end, it made the whole thing so much better than if she’d be working with another pillow princess. This whole thing was so satisfying, and it was beyond tempting to just sit here and fuck for a while. Forget the match, forget the referee, forget all of it. Just fuck.

Tempting.

She took a moment to savor the flavor of her rewards, pulling her soaked fingers from Shanari’s pillowy pants and giving them a long lick. She covered them with her tongue, got them nice and dry, before she decided it was time to get back into the action.

She brought her legs over Shanari’s body to straddle, using her weight to keep her pinned. From there, she grabbed her opponent’s head and pulled it deep within her bosom, once again going for a hot, sweaty breastsmother, letting her skin cover the Russian’s face in its entirety

While she was quite the sadist, her body was the more honest one of the two when it came to receiving such pleasure, twitching nad arching up when that climax was met and all Shanari could do was hiss and hold onto Liberty's hips while the woman had gotten her off, no doubt Liberty was doing her good deed for today by making the Russian climax, not to mention turning that battle hardened body into a glistening, heated mess while Shanari was still trying to make it work for the match.

While the climax was appreciated, the woman was not about to let that moment go to waste with simple snuggling or just a moment of rest as she straddled Shanari, keeping the Russian down and still breathing loudly for air until her mouth and lips were blocked up, sealed away in that hot cleavage, her entire face going along with it as she ended up drinking from Liberty's cleavage while her body twitched and twisted lightly to the side, the error of that climax quickly becoming apparent for Shanari as she sought early freedom!

And now came Liberty’s favorite part: the struggle.

She pulled Shanari deep into her cleavage, hugged her tight, flexed her muscles to force out any and all air, creating an air tight seal. People always thought that a breasts mother would be an easy thing to escape from, that all you would have to do was turn your head enough one way or the other and you’d have your freedom, but Liberty always loved proving them wrong. When you had breasts like hers, it was all too easy to cover your opponent in a dark, sweaty, fleshy hell.

She twisted Shanari’s head from side to side, giving her some extra punish to ride down the struggles. ”Let it happen. Just...let it happen.” She had a deep, rumbling chuckle as she laid forward, dropping her weight on the Ravager’s face to make her smother just that much more potent.

Soon, she’d be out. And then…

This was a red alert for Shanari, the Russian quickly finding herself out of air and without any way to regain it thanks to those sweaty breasts surrounding her face! When she tried to turn her head all she got was more flesh pressing against her lips and nose, denying the freedom she wanted in order to breathe again! It only became worse when Liberty began to press her weight down on her face, pinning the Russian flat on her back! That orgasm hadn't served her well, maybe the first few minutes until Liberty took advantage of that.

She knew full well what was going to happen if she was going to pass out again and yet there was little she could do in this situation other than squirm, buck her body and shake her head lightly into that sweaty valley she was almost drinking from while she was looking for a source to take oxygen from. Ultimately Shanari was not able to do that and her struggling weakened, to the point where it was barely noticable! Her body twitched a few times while her eyes fell shut, starting to feel light headed as she neared that state of unconsciousness.

Third time. Sweetest time.

Liberty bit her lip as she rode out the last bit of Shanari’s strength, making her foe waste away to nothing between her tits. It was a good feeling, the greatest feeling. Every moan echoed through her body, every twitched pressed against her muscles, and it left her purring, cooing, sighing in ecstasy. This? She could’ve done this all day long. Hell, she might even go that route when Shanari woke up.

But that would happen in a moment. For now, she just waited for the last signs of life to flow out of Shanari’s body and leave her helpless. When she sure - 100% - that the Russian was out, she finally released her face from the prison of her bosom and popped back to her feet to raise her fists in the air, a silent triumph.

With a deep, shuddering sigh, Liberty skipped her way over to the corner and sat on top of the turnbuckle, getting a good view of Shanari from below. She wanted to watch her waking up, wanted to see the look on her face when she realized what had to happen next, and didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

Shanari had been bullied into numerous positions and so far she had been heavily introduced to Liberty's features, smothered out into the abyss for a third time and losing the match without even a single point of her own! Liberty came with a vengeance and it seemed that she was going to indulge herself in her victory, leaving the unconscious Russian on her back with her arms and legs spread out, given some time to recover and to cool down from all the heat that her face had been buried underneath.

It did not take too long for the Russian to wake up, first with a loud groan, then shifting her body to the side before her hands found some decent amount of strength to push herself from the canvas and at least sit up, eyes fluttering open and bringing one hand up to rub her eyes, feeling like she had just had a nightmare with how sweaty she was and soon she looked up to find Liberty sitting on the turnbuckle. The nightmare was true, she had been smothered out once again!

Thankfully for Liberty’s short attention span, she didn’t have to wait too long before Shanari started to come back to life, rousing about on the floor. She kept her eyes focused on the show, only shifting away for a moment to watch as the referee made a sly exit under the bottom rope, retreating to the outside. The match was essentially over now, and it seemed like she was settling in to enjoy the show. Liberty would be sure to give her a worthy one.

When Shanari finally found her and the realization came over her face, Liberty smile got just a few inches wider. ”Yup.” She hopped off the turnbuckle and started to walk forward with her arms crossed, tossing her hair back so her rival could see the full smug look on her face. ”You lost. Know what that means?”

Liberty knew. Shanari knew. Liberty knew Shanari knew. But damn, Liberty wanted to hear her say it.

Shanari was trying to gather her wits as she sat up, groaning as she noticing Liberty smiling like a wily fox, something that made her quickly remember that she had been in a match and smothered out, knowing exactly how many times that had been now and what the woman wanted, slowly pushing herself up onto her feet, shaking her head before she rubbed the side of it, clenching her teeth together when Liberty said that she had lost and asked what the consequences were, something that Russian knew very well.

" Tch.. Yeah.. I'm yours until you leave the room. " She mumbled softly, mainly to herself but still loud enough for Liberty to hear. It looked like the big girl did a good number on her and had put the arrogant Russian woman in her place, something that rarely, practically only happened once in erotic, smother matches like these!