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20 February 2011 Wrestling Scenes Heather Hemmens vs Jessica Simpson

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Posted by simguy on 2/20/2011, 12:48 pm

HEATHER HEMMENS TAKES JESSICA SIMPSON'S BACK IN APARTMENT WRESTLING

Heather: Bright purple bra and pantie set, trimmed in darker purple lace; shiny black hair loose.

Simpsy: Pink dukes bikini; hair long and loose but tied off her face. Jessi's a little chubby - nothing dramatic, just not quite as tight as she was for Dukes. Plush n' cute.

They've been at it for a while: Heather's finally in control of Jessica's back - both girls lying on their right sides, facing us.

Heather's got a firm body triangle around Jessi's tummy - the strong brown calf of Heather's right leg pushing in deeeep on blonde belly. Heather's right foot is tucked in behind her left knee - her left leg curling sexily around, really locking Jess in tight.

Jessica: gasping, whining.

Heather: Having fun - we see her evil/happy gloating face behind and to the right of Jessica's skull. Soft, damp blonde hair is matted to Jessi's shoulders/Heather's neck.

Heather rolls onto her back, pulling Jessi over onto the Hemmens belly.

Heather's strong arms wrap tight around Jessica's bulging breasts, strapping them in muscular bands of dusky flesh. Heather reaches her hands in under Jessi's armpits (right hand under left pit and vice verse) to cuddle Jessi up tight.

Jessica groans - her head tilting back onto Heather's left shoulder - Jessi's eyes shut tight, her lips quivering.

Heather (purring): "Yeah." She grins wide - her mouth forming an "Ah!" shape before she bites her bottom lip while squeezing.

Jessica's legs thrash - still some life there. She bridges, whining with the strain. She tries to roll to her left, but that's where Heather's got the triangle fulcrum set up: hard to turn over in that direction. Heather riding calmly with the moves, letting Jessi spend up her energy.

Simpsy's right elbow starts to wedge in under Heather's breast hug - worming and worming in under the arms. Jessie's left hand works to prize at the limbs - oh, she's squirming, struggling to relieve pressure. The right hand gets in underneath...Jessi pushing, wedging, finally gets it underneath and through, reaching up with her brawny right shoulder to further loosen Hemmens' grip.

So Heather goes immediately to rear naked choke!

Heather cackling mean in Jessi's ear. Simpson's done exactly what Hemmens wanted: protect the breasts - expose the throat.

Heather's right arm crosses Jessi's throat, getting half the job done.

Panicked, Jessica manages to grab at Heather's left forearm with her left hand, momentarily preventing Heather from cinching up. Jessica's right hand clutches around Heather's clamping right elbow, pulling down to relieve throat constriction.

Writhing arm-battle ensues - Heather twisting her left arm in Jessi's grasp, getting free only to have Jess pull the choking right arm down with both hands. Hemmen's crosses her LEFT arm around Jessica's throat to re-threaten the blonde - causing Jess to scramble and clutch and pull at whatever wrist/forearm/bicep she can secure.

Meanwhile, Heather's body triangle is SO snug - really sunk in deep...poor Jessi groaning, gasping for breath as she arm-fights her tormentress.

Eventually, Jessica settles on the tactic of sliding her right hand in under Heather's choking right arm - reaching up into the choke and levering it apart... exposing her breasts in the process!

Heather abandons throat to resecure jugs with the double-banded grip - her arms slapping into place across Jessi's breasts with a damp, meaty clap.

Heather: "Got 'em!"

Jessica: "NO!"

Heather: "Poor baby! MMM you're getting fat! Like wrestling a little piglet. Hey? Chubby little piglet: oh yes your are...oh yes you are..."

Jessica: "UHHH!"

Simpsy goes back to jug-relief - working to get in and under Heather's arms. It's exhausting stuff - Jessica's brow, cheeks and nose shiny with sweat as she works against her better-conditioned foe. After maximum effort, Simpsy can burrow in, under and through Heather's arms, but as soon as that's done, Hemmens immediately switches to threaten the neck again.

Heather: "Gotcha!" Quick, playful peck on the side of Jessi's head.

Jess: "Nnnnn!"

All the while, Heather's legs own Jessica's trembling tummy - the calf biting in deep to restrict Simpsy's breathing.

So simple, but that's it: constant, alternating threats to throat or jugs demand Jessica's maximum effort and attention at all times, forcing her to expend the energy she needs to survive the body triangle.

Fight's technically over, suspense is gone even though the struggle continues. Jessica's in energy deficit, growing weaker and weaker, being extinguished by Heather's superior position and cheerleader-firm little body.

Heather's face: happy/gloating sometimes; other times thoughtful as she stares up into the ceiling, feeling Jessica's moves, staying in control. Heather occasionally picking her head up off carpet to check on Jessica's face, grinning at the distress. Other times Heather rests her left cheek atop Jessi's damp skull, relaxing as her limbs use up blonde dregs.

Jessica's struggles slow...she's blubbering...her legs no longer thrashing or whirling about - her feet just push weakly at carpet now - one knee up, the other straightened out as she no longer has strength for full bridge.

During the jug-hugs, Jessica's arms often flap out wide to either side, or her hands will press against her own head - sure signs of exhaustion before she rallies and once again tries to free herself.

Sniveling, Jessica's left hand pushes down on Heather's right knee - the knee that secures the strategic body triangle: if only Jess could get free of Heather's legs, blonde could turn in belly to belly and maybe get something going inside Heather's guard.

Instead - eventually Heather secures rear naked choke - her right arm tight around throat; her right hand cupping her left bicep as her left hand cups atop Jessica's dampened skull. Siimpy's eyes are all frowned shut, her lips pouting - her left hand brushes weakly at Heather's grip, but there's no longer any meaningful resistance.

Jessi's left hand pushes on the shiny shin barring across her middle.

Jessi's right arm flaps out palm-up onto carpet. No movement for a moment, then she taps with her knuckles against the carpet, completely used up by Heather Hemmens.