Contendorship Match: Kirin vs Yuko

"Come now, it can't be all bad," Kirin said softly at Yuko's protests. She'd shift her stance a bit to lean more into the idol, her pillowy breasts almost consuming her head from some angles as she pressed her thigh up between her legs, rubbing it firmly into her crotch to take the fight out of her all the faster.

Yuko let out a soft little whimper as Kirin was slowly and sensually smothering the fight out of her while rubbing her into embarassed delight.

"mmnnn...m-mm..." Soon the japanese girl was too weak and aroused to struggle, feeling her arms and legs going tired as Kirin could relish in her weakening, muffled moans.

Kirin felt Yuko falling limp in her arms, grinding into her face and crotch for several seconds longer to ensure her weakness before taking her by the chin as she backed an inch or two away, lifting Yuko's face to look into hers as Kirin smiled gently. "Ready to get your goodnight kiss?" she offered, wary of any countermeasures by leaving her elbow in the way of Yuko's freed arm and her other hand holding her arm against the rope.

Once released from Kirin's smothering prison, Yuko's face would resemble that of a drowzy little girl now.

"M-Mnn.... s-soft... and warm..." she whimpered, panting softly with a cute blush and a tired expression on her face, clearly too weak to even try and fight back, or to reply coherently.

Kirin's smile turned seductive, letting her soft lips consume Yuko's as she let her tongue tenderly intrude on her mouth. She'd savor the kiss a bit before popping her lips off of hers and locking eyes with the groggy looking teen. "Tap out," she warned sternly before slamming her tits back into place on her face and pouring the pressure on as she hugged her head deep into the canyon of her cleavage.

Yuko moaned in pleasure at the kiss, regardless of how it was keeping her for catching some needed breathing as she let her tongue dance with Kirin's briefly. But her short pleasurable recess time was quickly cut off, together with her air supply as she was put back in a deep breastsmother.

Yuko would let out muffled whimpering protests, flailing her arms to no avail as her silly pride urged her NOT to tap out. Still, her stubborn attitude would not let her out of Kirin's smothering embrace. Soon the young girl would slow down her squirmings as Kirin's breasts absorbed her.

Kirin sighed as Yuko didn't heed her advice, intent on keeping her pillowy soft, sweaty body leaned on on Yuko until she gave up or passed out. The stakes were too high and she'd rather not chance another injury with the tournament still going. Her heavy breaths quivered her bosom around Yuko, and she kept her thigh slowly stimulating the teen captive. "Let mama put you to bed," she encouraged, setting into motion her special finisher.

She'd cup her breasts to arch them inward slightly, pressing her nipples into Yuko's mouth and urging her milk into her lips.

"Nhh...?? mrrhnh....." the trapped Yuko whimpered and wiggled in embarassad surprise as her mouth was filled with both Kirin's nipple and the warm sweet liquid filled her mouth.

Unable to move away, she had to swallow while Kirin held her firmly in her maternal finisher. Soon the voluptuous wrestler was rewarded by Yuko's meek whimpering and sucking, as the idol became docile and helpless, both smothered and soothed into a sleepy state.

Keeping her breasts in place with one hand, Kirin let her other move downward, sliding over Yuko's body. "That's it, dear. Drink up. Mommy's got plenty more where that came from."

She let her maternal beverage sooth Yuko's palette as she let her hand dip under her skirt, sliding under her panties and rubbing gently on the outside of her pussy lips. "Nap time, sweet heart. Let's see that you have some pleasant dreams," she coaxed, trying to put Yuko out for good with some sexual draining for good measures.

Cute muffled moans mixed with suckling and gurgling sounds as the trapped girl was now nothing but a sleepy and aroused toy in Kirin's clutches.

Yuko kept squirming and drinking in weakening delight, her consciousness fading away as she finally let out a louder, smothered whimper. Her whole body was shook up by shivers and Kirin was finally rewwarded by the expected sensation of Yuko's love juices flowing against her hand and thigh.

With a last, helpless arching of her body the smothered girl would then shallow and pass out, milk flooding out of her mouth and making a white pool in Kirin's cleavage, surrounding Yuko's face. Little bubbles came out from inthere, to the winner's amusement: In fact, the voluptuous milf could easily drown her motionless prisoner in milk now, if only she wished to.