Kalisha has mercy...for a little bit.

Just before Kjerstin could pass out, Kalisha decided to release her bodyscissors. While she was still gasping for air, she felt Kalisha push her face into the mat.

“Since I’m feeling sorry for your sexy Swedish little ass, I’ll let you stand up. Show me what you can do, girl.” Before the black woman stood up and walked off to a corner of the mat, she punctuated her point by slapping Kjerstin’s plump ass yet again.

“Ah!”, the blonde moaned. She took a few minutes to massage her sore ribs, her sore butt, her sore...everything. Everything hurt. Kjerstin almost wanted to lie down and pass out on the mats. But still, some part of her just wouldn’t give the rude black woman the satisfaction of seeing her give up. Slowly but surely, Kjerstin willed herself to stand on her feet. “Phew...little rest, okay? Then I get you back,” she defiantly told Kalisha. “I am...good fighter. Little Sweden girl kick your ass soon...”

As she caught her breath, the blonde leaned forward and rested her hands on her thighs. In this pose, she could show off her superior cleavage as her breasts strained against her sweat-stained bikini top. Judging from how hard Kalisha slapped her breasts earlier, Kjerstin could tell the black woman was at least a little jealous of her curves.

However of the two women, it was clear Kjerstin was the worse for wear. The Swedish girl’s toned thighs trembled as she fought to stay on her feet. Her luscious blonde locks were soaked with sweat, giving her ponytail a rather lopsided look. And only now did Kjerstin notice her yellow bikini bottoms were riding themselves up her shapely ass, making her bottoms look like a thong from behind. While it looked sexy from the outside, it was giving Kjerstin an uncomfortable wedgie. She whimpered as she adjusted her bikini back into place, much to Kalisha’s amusement.

“Aw, poor little Swedish girl. All those noises you make get me real hot.” She gave the exhausted blonde a malicious grin. “Breathing pretty hard, too. I can tell you’re tired. Thinkin’ you fucked with the wrong bitch right about now, huh? Ain’t that right, Cuntstin?”

At that moment, Kjerstin couldn’t take the insults anymore. She charged toward the other woman and rammed her shoulder into Kalisha, trying to tackle her to the ground. But with her exhausted state and petite hourglass figure, she barely made Kalisha budge. A sharp knee to the blonde’s stomach dropped Kjerstin to her knees a few seconds later. “Ooofff...” Despite it all, she managed to look up at the other woman while she ran her fingers across her tender tummy. “K-Kjerstin...never give up...”

“Really, girl? Damn...alright. Guess I’ll have to knock you out, little Swedish girl...” With that, Kalisha knelt down and wrapped one arm over Kjerstin’s neck. “This hold’s called a ‘dragon sleeper’* or some shit like that. Gonna knock you out real good, and then...”

Kjerstin found herself gasping for air as she was slowly choked out. But then she felt a pleasurable warm feeling blossom across her chest. She could feel Kalisha’s free hand roughly fondling her breasts through her bikini top.

“...Then Kalisha’s gonna have some fun with you.”

(Dragon sleeperhold ref: https://i2.wp.com/www.RivalAngels.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/Dragon-Sleeper-B-v-A-color.jpg?fit=850%2C1100)