Zulime Lafitte vs. Kim Rhee - Third Time's The Charm

God, Kim loved this.

Moments like this were why she got into hentai wrestling in the first place, why she’d crossed the sea to Japan and brought her entire career along with her. There Zulime was, this incredible, thick beauty, bursting at the seams. There she was, staring down at her, closing in with sultry steps. She was still dripping from her orgasm, but this scenario alone was enough to start heating her up again. She didn’t just want to fuck Zulime, she needed to.

”Your turn to get fucked, sweetheart.” She cocked her head to the side. ”Your turn to go down.”

Zulime began to stand and Kim took that as her cue, moving in as the Riverboat Queen lumbered her way back up. She started to raise her left leg, looking like she going for a kick on that side, only to turn it into a fake at the last second - instead, her other leg rose up, swift and strong and going straight for Zulime’s head with a high roundhouse.

Zulime was really beginning to regret not getting up earlier. The Cajun girl was not in a good spot at all. She could not brace on the ground, nor could she have a legitimate shot at defending herself. The Riverboat Queen was in a liminal state, halfway between being ready and not, which was far worse than just being on the ground.

Her opponent took advantage of that fact. Zulime recognized where she was, and more importantly where she was in relation to her opponent. The Riverboat Queen was feeling somewhat less than regal, as she knew that she had to react to anything and everything that came her way if she wanted to keep standing.

So Zulime reacted. She knew that it was not the best strategy, but she was in a tight spot. The Riverboat Queen proceeded to try to dodge whatever was coming on the left only to find that there was nothing there. The jazz player had given her dissonance, built up something she thought was coming, only to change course at the last minute. Had it been a saxophone solo, she might have appreciated it.

Only it was not that. Not even close. A powerful kick rung her bell. This was the second time she had been walloped in the head during the match, and she did not approve of this trend in the slightest. All of the protests in her head died out, given that they were replaced with pain. Zulime fell to the floor, face first, aching terribly.

”Boom.” Kim idly hummed to herself after her kick connected. Landing flush on Zulime’s handsome face. It was a shame to do damage to such a delightful treasure, but that was simply the way things had to be. Kim couldn’t afford to lose here, which meant she couldn’t afford to hold back.

The payoff was clear - her full kick was enough to leave the Queen seeing stars, knocking the sense clean out of her, and she wound collapsing before the feet of the Amazing Asian.  Kim took a little bow, drinking in the moment, before she started a quick strut around the fallen beauty. She had the most delicious idea for her next move, but it required a wee bit of setup. So.

As Zulime laid flat on the floor, Kim stepped over her and stood with one foot on both sides of her hips. She reached down, snaked her fingers under the Cajun’s chest, and got a good grip on her breasts with both hands - holding them, squeezing them, groping them. With that hold, she started to lift up, coaxing Zulime to stand back up if she didn’t want her breasts pulled in an uncomfortable direction.

Zulime was feeling it. The pain in her head was immense, and there was absolutely nothing that she could do about it. That was the worst part, she thought. Just lying there, and feeling it. The sunshine of the arena lights was darkened by a loud looming over her, and she knew that whatever came of this rain would not be good for her. The wonderful thing about canvas is that you can feel it when someone is near you, which at the moment only meant bad news for her.

She was expecting her opponent to tug at her hair to yank her up, or grab her shoulders, or something. What she did not expect was for Kim to slide her hands underneath her and grab her breasts. The sensation was downright pleasant at first, but then she noticed a terrible force acting against her.

Kim was pulling her up by her boobs. It was humiliating and painful, and there was no way she could stop it. Her head was still ringing from the kick, so she was forced onto her feet. She was not quite sure how to feel about this, but she was not feeling great.

Even with the breast hold forcing Zulime upwards, lifting her wasn’t that easy for Kim. It wasn’t that Zulime was fat - while she was a bit more voluptuous than your average AFW starlet, that just translated to her amazing curves and fulsome body. Not an unpleasant feature by any real stretch of the imagination.

Rather, it had to do with Kim’s lack of strength. This wasn’t her thing, dominating and enjoyable as it was, favoring feats of speed over feats of power. All she could do was hold, put her all into it, and hope the reward was worth the risk.

So up, up, up Zulime went, until she was standing as straight as Kim was likely to get her, had a firm footing on the ground. Then, with a deep breath and tensing of the muscles, Kim jerked backwards, lifted Zulime up, and attempted to throw her up and over, going for a variation on the German Suplex - her signature Boobplex.

Zulime did not quite know what to do. It was not that she was embarrassed by sex or nudity. Far from it. The Riverboat Queen had no problem with flaunting her body. It was not that she could not overpower the woman standing behind her. She had tasted a few brutal kicks, but Zulime felt that if she put her back into it she could probably get through this woman. The Cajun girl stood there. She had never been in a situation like this before, and she did not quite know how to handle it.

Then Kim went and made the situation a lot more clear. Zulime found her bare feet leaving the mat, and her whole body rising soon afterwards. Then she saw the lights above her. The Riverboat Queen recognized that as bad news.

Really bad news. She crashed down on the mat behind her. Her head exploded with pain. Of all the things to be rocked by, it had to start with her massive boobs.

Was that evil? Perhaps. Was it fun? Without question. Kim was sure that her back would be aching from the effort later on, but that was something she could worry about later. For now, she was far too busy having a giggle fit as her efforts paid off, pleased to finally have Zulime’s world thoroughly rocked. It had taken some serious effort to get to this point, but now she could really enjoy it.

”Sorry. A little rough, I know.” Kim rolled over and popped to her feet in an instant, then casually strolled over to her fallen opponent.  ”Let’s see if I can make you feel better, huh?”

With those ominous words, Kim pushed Zulime over and straddled her hip, taking up a dominant position, sliding her pussy against what little fabric was in the way. She reached over and grabbed one of those luscious breasts again - this time with a far gentler touch - and started to rock back and forth, pressing her wet sex against the Cajun’s, creating a delicious friction between them.

Zulime's eyes were closed. The pain in her head, her neck, and her back were immense. She was feeling more than a little woozy. Somewhere, the crowd was cheering. Somewhere, the lights were shining. Somewhere, there was a glass of red wine with her name on it and an old piano barreling out some wonderful old jazz tune. But Zulime was not in any of those places. Zulime was right here, right now.

And this was an awful place to be. Kim could do whatever she wanted now, and whatever she wanted meant terrible news for Zulime. She felt her opponent move on top of her, and realized that she had misjudged the situation. There was no vicious attack coming, none at all.

When her chest was grabbed, she opened her eyes. The Cajun girl let out a breathy sigh as she was fondled, and then bucked her hips a little bit as Kim began to work her. After the slam, it was not an altogether unpleasant situation. Not at all...

Kim didn’t care much for Zulime’s choice of attire. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t to her typical tastes - a little fancy below the waist, covering those fine legs, and it wasn't she cared for.

But the body beneath it? Supreme. She would just have to remove the outer layer that she didn’t care for, and enjoy the smooth chocolate beneath. Zulime certainly wasn’t complaining, either - the larger woman surely had some fight left in her, but she wasn’t employing it quite yet, instead letting herself get wrapped up in the whirlwind of emotions and sensations. Good. A sign that Kim’s magic was working.

But she could do better, much better, than a little groping and fondling, as pleasant as that could turn out to be. She needed more contact.

So, while one hand continued massage Zulime’s breast, Kim reached down, lifted the Cajun’s leg, and held it up as best as she could while her bare pussy slid in place, docking agaist her opponent’s sex for a closer contact than before. With a genuine tribbing position in play, she began to rock one more, slamming their most intimate places together, starting with a slow grind and working faster as the euphoria took over...

Zulime found herself totally carried away by the rush of emotions. She was very sweaty now, especially down below, it felt. The warm and tender feeling emanating from her chest did not seem to quit, not that Zulime particularly minded. The Riverboat Queen had forgotten all of the excesses of all the violence committed against her up to this point, and was just too taken in by the moment to offer even the slightest resistance. A radiant warmth now pervaded through her, and she closed her eyes, wanting to feel every last drop of it.

Then Kim started pulling out the big guns. She felt a great and wondrous weight move onto her, and start slowly working her. Every inch, every second was absolutely exquisite. She clutched at the mat, trying to get on something, anything, only to have her long nails scrape across the canvas. Her leg twitched dangerously, and she shuttered. The moan that fell from her lips was involuntary, but she did not particularly mind that it slipped out.

Zulime started coming to her sense. The wily Cajun girl in her plucked her from the reverie, and Zulime opened her eyes. She tried to scoot away, to push Kim from her, but she had no leverage. A sudden rush of pleasure snapped her head to the left, but still, she tried to scramble away from the woman who was currently rocking her world.