Even the playing field

Mama cradled the sedated Kim in her arms. “Looks like the little girl’s sleepy,” she cooed. “Somebody needs to be put down to bed.”
Kim had been dreading it. She thrashed and tried to break out of the hold, spitting out Mama’s nipple and attempting to pry Mama’s hand from her clit.

“Ah ah! Baby finishes her dinner, or ELSE!” She suddenly leapt up, bodyslamming Kim hard onto the mat. She groaned and tried to roll off her aching back, but Mama’s own big bare chest was piled on top of her.

“Now where were we?” Mama went on, yanking up Kim by the hair. “Ah yes.” She scooped Kim back up, holding her with one knee and one arm as the other squeezed her nipple, lightly spraying milk all over Kim’s face. She sputtered and flailed to try and stop it, but it covered her.

“And now that baby’s full…” Mama threw Kim up into the air. She flailed desperately before Mama caught her just before she hit the mat. She immediately flung her up again. The crowd counted along with the throws. “Oneeee! Twoooo! ThrOHHHH!!!”

The crowd was dumbfounded as on the way down to her fall, Kim adjusted her position and delivered a high drop kick to Mama’s face. Mama was flung back into the turnbuckle, her spine connecting hard with the ring post and falling to the mat. She rolled painfully, crying as she held her back with one hand and her mouth with the other.

Kim was no better off. She had still landed full on her chest from the fall, her tits feeling ready to pop and her ribs aching. Both of the veterans to the league were in sore spots, struggling to overcome their pain before they could even think of overcoming their opponent.