Timmy shows his stuff

With a long grunt, Timmy shifted his weight to the side opposite Chichi. It whipped her light frame over his body, yelping as she tumbled across the mat. He rubbed his arm and went after her quickly, not wanting to let her recover. He grabbed her in a chokehold while she was still sitting up, pulling her onto her ass as he pressed his body up against her back. She choked and clawed at his arms, but he held tight, surprising biceps pushing up against her throat.

"Nnh... ain't enough to make... me give..." Chichi choked out, trying to wriggle free. She gasped as Timmy's free hand went down her shirt, groping her bare breast hard. "Oh I know it, cutie," he whispered in her ear. He pulled her back so that her butt lifted off the mat, landing her tight bum on his lap. She shivered and went wide-eyed as she felt his hardon press against her hips, surprised at how he'd grown in that sense as well. The crowd could only assume what was going on as Chichi moaned with her precious scarce air, bounced gently along Timmy's member through his short and her skirt