Here comes La Furia - Francesca Martino vs Ataru Toranami

Ataru had not been fully aware of his nudity until Furia looked down at his exposed boyhood with an eager grin.

"G-Gasp....! 0///0" That awkward moment is promptly capitalized by the busty beauty as she takes the lead of the test of strength, putting her height, size, and overall strength advantage to good use as she starts to push him backwards, once again humiliating him as a male fighter.

"Nghhh...of course I am...! I won't... nghrrh... l-lose to you 0///0". While groaning and flexing in not much fruitful exertion, Ataru is considering a possible move to reverse his troubled situation.
But for now, his silly male pride urges him not to give up the strength contest yet: And so the flustered boy keeps pushing at his best... And he keeps slowly but surely losing ground, his flushed face close to Francesca's bouncing melons because of the clear height gap, making the whole thing even more embarrassing.

Furia pushing fowards gets surprised of her opponent's strenght, considering his body shape and height,that isn't bad.
But of course,still not enought to overpower a bigger girl,managing to resist quite good even after such a beating,but still moving backwards slowly at each step toward of his female foe.

The Italian girl pushing forward squeezes her left tit on the boy's face,still smirking while tightening her teeth with a perv blush on her face,biting the lower lip,and enjoying even the strength test ,as Ataru's back would slowly approach the ropes.

"Ow you won't lose to me...that's bad,I am going to play with you a bit more,boy."
She says down murming,letting out a little laugh feeling completely sure oh how easy this match will end with her victory soon.

"Wah..?? N-Not agai-mnghfff... 0///0". Once Ataru is pinned back first into the ropes, Furia's further pressure can easily force him to slightly arch backwards, giving her the chance to just lean down forward and cover his flustered face with one single breast, its round plumpness almost as big as Ataru's whole head..

Treated to the now familiar sensation of Francesca's hot bosom smothering him, Ataru would try to struggle but his hands are caught in the tight grip of her test of strenght lock, and his unbalanced posture gives him zero chance to push her off. Even wriggling his head side to side won't help, as Furia's left boob seems to be everywhere, enveloping his face with no chance to get out until Ataru starts to become light-headed from lack of oxygen.

Fighting against his own embarrassement and unwilling to be breastsmothered out again, the young boy decides to resort to the only way of fighting back coming to his air-starved brain, sticking out his tounge as he starts to lick and suck at her nipple!
"Mnnghfff... 0///0... *suck..lick..suckle* <3"

Furia keeps smirking down,pinning that face with her huge breasts while playing with Ataru's hard dick between her thighs,enjoying her dominant strenght.
The talle girl just remains there showing to the crowd her arm muscles, showing to them a bicep,stretching the left arm up to taunt her smaller foe toward her and his fans,but slowly she feels her nipple sucked, managing to make her feel slighty unconfortable due the pleasure and tickling.
Furia bites her lower lip,closing the eyes at that tongue and lips working her breast,moving both hands to grab the top ropes on the Ataru's sides,rubbing a bit that tit on his muzzle.

Trapped against the ropes by a taller, bigger and visibly stronger woman, with her hands firmly grabbing the top rope around him, Ataru looked like he wasn't going anywhere.

Francesca on the contrary looked like totally in control and loving every moment of it, with her thighs sandwiching his girth and her left breast, large as his whole head, pressed and rubbed further into his face to amplify her pleasure.

Still, there was also something else in the light shivers of her strong body each time he sucked and kneaded her ample breasts. And he couldn't be sure with his face buried so deep in titflesh, but Ataru would swear to have heard a faint moan escape from Furia.

That encouraged the trapped boy to be more passionate and assertive with his his sucking and licking mouth, and with his groping hands at her firm buttcheeks too. Not that he had other choices if he wanted to escape, considering that breaking out of her clutches by brute strenght was definitely beyond his physical possibilities.

If his plan of weakening/distracting Francesca resolve worked, then Ataru would try to slip behind her, planning to grapple the taller girl into a bearhug of sorts from behind, interlocking his hands on her front just below her ample breass as she could feel his aroused manhood pressing her from behind.

Furia would keep to taunt her male foe,but keeping him trapped is working also against her, letting Francesca take that too easily, and in fact,after letting herself go a bit in the enjoyiment ,she would feel Ataru escaping quickly,not that hard for him being smaller and probably faster,and managing to reach behind the girl closing her in a kind of bearhug. "h-hey! how dare you!"
Furia growled out at that,starting to struggling and trying to reach with her hands the boy behind her,but being smaller it is more hard than expected! meanwhile she feels also his leght rubbing behind her.

Being the smaller contender really helped Ataru in this situation, as Francesca tried to reach back at the boy but with no good luck.
All the while, Ataru adjusted his position, getting a good grip around her waist from behind and trying to get the best leverage to put a good squeeze. All those movements from the boy also had the side effect to rub and grind his boyhood more and more against the Italian amazon's ass, providing a sensuous distraction for both of them; but Furia was certainly the one on the receiving end this time.

After some moments of grinding and squeezing, Ataru realized that his diminutive size could tempoirarily help him to keep his hold locked, but it couldn't certainly bring much damage to the buff curvy girl. Therefore, Ataru resolved to try a risky technichal maneuver:
"U-unnnrrrffhh...!" Groaning from exertion and clenching his grip tighter, the boy would flex all out and push up backwards with all his strenght, trying to perform a german suplex on the big female opponent.

Furia keeps squirming and struggling to reach his opponent with her hands or arms behind her, feeling that dick rubbing and squeezing against her buttocks, gritting her teeth in a growl of frustration, unable to take a grip Ataru well in that position; the guy for the first time since the start of the match is starting to amaze the crowd! and slowly, the girl would feel her feet soles move away from the mat lifted,"h-hey...w-what th--_!?" with the grip around her hips tightening, and suddenly find herself slammed backwards against the canvas heavily on her back and head, groaning with the ring's ropes trembling at the impact,remaining slighty stunned with a blush,gasping. "arghhh!!"

Ataru could not keep a bridging position after the successful German suplex, his back aching like hell from the effort. But even so, the Amazonian girl had was left down on the mats in a somewhat stunned state.

Rolling away, Ataru rubbed his sore back wondering what to do next. Being able to suplex the taller, heavier and definitely more muscled Italian girl was quite the achievement, but he was still far from winning this round.

Getting up, he walked around Francesca until he got standing by her dazed head.
"Uhhh... I think I'll try this one", he mumbled, reaching down at her head to help her up. Holding her from behind, the Japanese boy put Furia into an inverted headlock with her facing up and forced into an awkward arched position.

"Heh... Got you now. Ready to lose this round?". With her opponent locked into a standing dragon-sleeperhold of sorts, Ataru wrenched her a little in his submission.

Though, he kind of regretted teasing her when the girl started to squirm and struggle in his clutches. Stunned or not, Francesca was obviously stronger than him, so he needed to find out a way to keep her distracted.

And soon, Ataru came out with an... Idea on how to do it: with a blush rising to his face, he released one of his arms from around Furia's neck, letting his now free hand slip down until he cupped one of her hefty breasts.
Keeping the one-armed inverted headlock, the Japanese boy started to fondly massage that plump breasts, kneading its roundness underneath his fingers. Hopefully, that would keep Francesca aroused and distracted enough to prevent her escape.