Hina vs. Angela (Complete)

Angela now had a look of fear in her eyes as she knelt down, holding onto the spot that Hina had kneed.

Hina smirked, reaching to grab her untouched breast and squeezing it playfully. "Aww, sorry about that," she cooed, squeezing the tit like a toy rather than painfully. "Your tender little juggies all soft and sensitive?" she said in a babying voice, kneeling to press her chest into Angela's blocking arm

(actually meant knead like dough, but can work with it)

Angela cried out in agony while the crowd cheered wildly. This was humiliating.

Hina giggled adoringly, pinching her nipples and pulling at them to stretch her boobies out some more. "Geez, look at those honkers!" she goaded, letting them pop back and trying to move behind her quickly, reaching around to cup and raise her breasts before the crowd. "Honk honk!"

Angela groaned while the crowd continued to cheer. There was nothing she could do now.

Grinning as Angela seemed paralyzed with shame, Hina would lean back, wedging her knees into Angela's back while pulling back by her breasts, fingers groping as she pulled back, grinding in her knees. "Go on, lovely! Give em a nice show and a nice scream!"

Feeling the pressure applied to her, Angela couldn't hold it in any longer and cried out in agony.

"Theeeere's our noisy girl," Hina grinned widely, shaking her bosoms around firmly and tugging back again. "What a lovely voice, too. Let's try a different tune of 'I quit!"

Angela bit her lip and groaned. Maybe this was the best option. With that, Angela sighed and shouted, "I give up!" the ref nodding and shouting, "We have a winner!"

Hina snickered a bit, letting Angela fall. But of course she wasn't done yet. She'd grab her bag from the corner, drawing out a stick of lipstick. "Let's have some art classes, sweety," she grinned.