Kirin Sumomo vs Merith

The turnbuckle creaked under the girls' combined weight, Kirin's arms bulging as she pulled herself tightly into the muscle girl. She could feel that even her hard body was starting to falter under the weight and pressure.

"Good. Won't be worth it if you won't fight back a little," Kirin smirked, pulling back a bit to rest her arms for a moment. She would expect Merith to sag a bit in the loosened pressure, hoping to press her hips up against her to secure her position and placing her breasts along her face, swinging her shoulders to smack Merith's face with her milk-stuffed jugs within her sleeveless shirt. She'd hold her head up by the hair if necessary as well.

Merith sagged as Kirin expected, breathing hard now as she was able to. Merith was very muscled and very strong, but those muscles needed oxygen to perform and Kirin had robbed Merith of it with that move which weakened her greatly for the time being. Merith almost couldn't keep on her feet as she sagged down, her arms draped over the top rope keeping her up. Her head sunk too but then moved back up as Kirin's hand took a grasp of her long hair, holding it up, Merith wincing from the feeling before a large, heavy globe smacked into her face. "Uhhnn!" Merith jolted, the weight of the breast doubling the damage...

Already starting to work up a sweat from exertion and grinding bodies, Kirin would step back and roll her shoulders. "Phew. Hard work, eh?" she'd smile, brushing back a stray hair or two. "Don't know about you, but I could use a sit-down."

With that she'd grab Merith's legs, attempting to take them from under her completely and leave her sitting, ideal for her to turn and press her rump back hard into her face, squashing it against the ringpost and wriggling her voluptuous booty.

With Merith's knees buckling and her legs weakened some, the Amazon's resistance was light and no match for Kirin's strength. The redhead fell onto her butt with a soft grunt, leaning back into the corner and was a little woozy so could only blurrily see Kirin turning around. As her plump foe began to rear back, Merith regained her wit and shoved her arms forward, taking two handfuls of the buxom booty, trying to block the reverse motion. However, still not fully recovered, Merith's arms began to falter, slowly allowing Kirin to back up more and more. "Ahh!" Merith strained before the hefty rear end pressed into her face, crushing her skull between Kirin's mass and the ringpost. "Nngnnnngnnngnn!!!!" Merith trembled, as she held at her opponents thick legs. Not only was the pressure to her head great, but again her oxygen was cut off...

After some weak struggles, Kirin shook her rump merrily in Merith's face, bumping her hips to batter her face with her plump cheeks and grind her deeper into her rear. The motion would slide her shorts down slightly, giving Merith a face full of partly exposed, fairly sweaty purple panties.

"Well now you're barely even trying," Kirin taunted, bending over and taking hold of Merith's boots. "Might as well get some fun out of it." She'd start pulling them off, staying doubled over to keep her butt in Merith's face.

If she could get them off without trouble, she'd grab her legs and pull her out beneath Kirin's legs. She'd let her legs give out and drop her ass down on Merith's abdomen, squashing her stomach and grabbing her legs again to pull them into a seated matchbook pin.

"Mmnnnff...mfff...." Merith groaned into Kirin's partially exposed rear, being forced to kiss at it as her lips were moved about, wiping her golden lipstick onto Kirin's underwear. Even though she was occupied with her head being pinned to the turnbuckle by Kirin's sizeable buns, Merith could also feel her foe beginning to work at getting her boots off. Now was her chance to retaliate while Kirin was somewhat focused on her other leg. Merith would try to kick with her free leg as hard as she could into Kirin's sex as her legs were wide open. If this succeeded, Merith would put her hands on Kirin's ass and try to shove her away with everything she had...

Kirin wasnâ€t expecting anything in response from the weary and half-blinded muscle girl, though she regretted doing so this earl in the match. She had gotten the last boot off when the free leg slammed between hers, making her eyes shoot wide and a small scream getting between her soft lips. Her legs buckled towards each other to try and ease the pain, and she was far off balance when Merith shoved her frontwards onto the mat. She rested on her chin and knees, nursing her wounded womanhood with one hand as she tried to push herself up, ass high in the air with her shorts halfway down her thighs to her knees. A part of her was glad to see some fight in the girl, but it was clouded at the moment by her cursing her carelessness and throbbing pain.

If Merith wouldnâ€t capitalize in time (plenty), sheâ€d wait for her approach and kick at her ankle to try and bring her to her level before pouncing on the girl and grabbing her hair.

"Dammit!" Merith cursed as her boots were pulled off meaning her kicks would be less effective as the match wore on, but it wasn't all bad as Merith managed to force Kirin into a face-down, ass-up position on the mat. Merith was still a little messed up from all she had endured so early into the match, but she forced herself forward, using the top ropes to pull herself to her feet. Merith would have to be crafty and maybe a tad underhanded to win against Kirin as her weight and size was making things very difficult for even the colossal Amazon. She grabbed for Kirin's shorts and her panties and tried to pull them apart and rip them off. She had hoped embarassment would help impede Kirin's game. If Merith succeeded in getting those clothing off she would then reach under the fat girl's arms and pull her into a full nelson lock with Kirin on her knees....

Merith's mighty hands made little work of Kirin's casual clothes, exposing her naked rear to her opponent as she started to emerge from the fog of pain. She realized she was bottomless, though not with much shame. She didn't enter a league full of 18 year old athletes, models, and schoolgirls without feeling confident about her figure.

Merith's full nelson would lock on easily enough as she cleared her head, breasts jutting out and stretching her tanktop slightly. It took some reaching, but she managed to get a hold of some of Merith's long red locks, tugging as she leaned forward and attempted to hurl the bodybuilder over her in a mass of jiggling effort.

If she could get her off her, Kirin would rise to her feet and wait patiently, catching her breath and rubbing her now bared womanhood, partly shaded by a soft puff of pubic hair.

"Doesn't play well with others, I see," she said, managing to bring her smile back. "But you seem like you've got a lot to prove." She raised her hands, seeming to ignore her bottomless position as her loose shirt hung partly over her broad, buxom hips. "So prove it," she smiled, offering a test of strength.

Merith grit her teeth as she felt her hair get tugged and soon Merith tumbled over her jumbly foe, but the Amazon would tumble to her feet, Kirin only succeeding in escaping rather than hurting her opponent. Merith grinned slightly, feeling a little better now that she wasn't being smothered to death in the corner. Blue eyes looked up at Kirin's inviting hands. Merith loved owning her opponents in tests of strength and so she eagerly moved closer and laced her fingers with Kirin's, waiting for the broader woman to be ready before Merith shot her strength into high gear. "Oh, I'll prove it..." Merith nodded to her, "No one should ever try to match strength with me." Her answer was confident but there was a hint of unsureness beneath it. The Amazon wasn't used to fighting girls of Kirin's stature, the fat could sometimes hide a lot of strength beneath it...