Kimmy pulls an upset (the other choice is for Susan)

Kimmy gurgled as she was almost entirely submerged in the chocolate.
“Don’t eat it, fatty! Fight back!” Chichi demanded, still touching herself. A loss was a loss, but this was hot.

“I’m… not… fat!” Kimmy surprised everyone by throwing a knee into Susan’s cunt, making the black gymnast groan loudly, her pussy extra tender from the pussy-fucking. Kimmy tackled her into the mess, gaining the top position and turning to plant her ass on Susan’s face.

“See? Fatties can be handy sometimes. Can take a lot of punishment too, I tell you,” Chichi chatted with Boss Bitch.

Kimmy employed her rarely used finisher, since she was usually the punching bag of her “team.” With her ass firmly smothering Susan, she grabbed the gymnast’s legs, spreading them in a total split before lunging in and slurping all over her pussy.

Susan had the tables turned, and coming seemed imminent. She couldn’t even wrap her legs around Kimmy to try and pussy smother her, since they were pinned down. She reached down and started to finger blindly at the teacher, but it wasn’t enough. Susan squirted across the chocolate, a soft moan from Chichi outside the ring signifying that she’d done the same.

Susan gasped for air under Kimmy behind, just before Kimmy suddenly farted in her face. “Oh…” Kimmy blushed suddenly. “It’s… it’s just that all the chocolate…”
“Shut up, jiggle-butt! It worked.” Kim looked back to see that Susan was indeed no longer struggling, having been choked out through the combined smell and smothering.

“Oh… um… wow. So this is what winning’s like. What do I do now?”