Chichi outsmarts and smothers Mama

Mama went in for a slap, Chichi ducking it but Mama swinging her shoulders to bang her in the head with her mams. Chichi was rattled and thrown off her feet, Karen grabbing her by her dark locks.

“Out of your league, dwarf,” Mama teased.
“Eat my asshole, butt brain,” Chichi snapped back, jamming two fingers into her pussy and stabbing her nails into it. Karen yelled and tried to squirm free, enough for Chichi to do the same. She rolled under Karen’s legs and grabbed her thighs, yanking her down and rolling her up into a neat pin. Instead, though, Chichi hopped on top of her legs, sitting on them to keep her in her ass-up position and using her hands to shove Karen’s jugs into her own face.

Mama let out a muffled cry as Chichi laughed. “Aww, the old cow can’t handle her own udders? Let Farmer Chichi lighten your load a little.” She started to pinch and claw and squeeze at Mama’s breasts, forcing breast milk to splash down onto her own face.