Breast smother!

“I haven’t gotten to use this move in a while,” Melody recalls. “Let’s see if I’m still good enough with it to make it work.”

So saying, she lowers herself over Aphrodite’s prone body, laying herself down on top of the Goddess. Her thick, powerful dancer’s legs entwine with her opponent’s and pull them apart in a perfectly executed grapevine pin.

Then, giving her chest a teasing wiggle, she leans forward and envelops Aphrodite’s face in her cleavage!

Athena gasps in alarm (or possibly arousal, it’s hard to tell) as her partner’s features are buried deeper and deeper in Melody’s firm breasts. Aphrodite struggles and squirms, but the hold has her locked in place. The ref slides in to count out the 1-2-3, but even as the buzzer signals a point for your team, your partner is just getting started.

Giggling at Aphrodite’s humiliation, Melody spreads her legs wider, forcing Aphrodite’s even further apart. This pulls the Goddess’s white-and-gold panties tight against her crotch, outlining her pussy tantalizingly against the fabric—and highlighting a spreading wet spot.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying herself,” you call out.

“Oh, is she really?” Melody is in higher spirits than almost any other time you’ve seen her. “Is that right, Aphrodite? Do you like it down there under my titties?”

She groans out something in response, but it’s muffled by the smother and impossible to hear.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Melody says with a smirk.

It only takes a few more seconds of smothering before the domination timer kicks in, awarding your team another point. Your partner disentangles herself from her opponent slowly, leaving her to gasp for breath on the floor. As Aphrodite climbs to her feet and beats a hasty retreat towards Athena, Melody grabs her breasts and gives them a taunting squeeze in the direction of the Goddess’s corner.

“That was amazing,” you tell her as she heads back over to you for a rest.

She grins at the compliment. “Thanks. I could really get used to this whole ‘being on the winning side’ thing.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” you warn half-jokingly.

She lets her jaw drop in mock-offended surprise, though she’s laughing as she replies. “Pot, meet kettle.”

Your team wins two points for a pinfall and domination.