Best Breast Challenge! Mazzie Lashley Vs. Sally Brown

Mazzie had a bright, cheerful grin as the crowd seemed to switch from annoyed at the abrupt ending to the prospect of something far more sexy. Sally looked confused but Mazzie paid it no mind. As Sally finally decided and got to her knees, Mazzie nodded with encouragement.

"There you go." She said, almost sweetly. She blushed when Sally gripped her achined breasts. "Haaa..." But as Sally leaned in and kissed the hard nipples, she moaned. "ahn!" Mazzie turned her head as Sally scrambled to her feet. "T-That's it?" She said almost shyly. "S-Surely you can do better than that! That wasn't worship, that was resigned acknowledgment at best!"

Sally turned back around. Mazzie seemed almost... bashful. This was weird. It was like she had entered some sort of twilight dimension or something where the world didn't make any sense! The crowd was still chanting though... and all the, well, the hate that Sally was forced to admit she had been harboring for Mazzie was boiling away. If the match was ending... why not end it with a bit of a bang?

"Alright, you want worship?" She said, getting into the mood a little bit. "I'll give ya worship!" She walked over to Mazzie and wrapped her arms around the girl's hips, picking her up the light woman and holding her up so that her breasts were level with Sally's head! The American began to lavish her pointy nipples with wet, long licks and nibbly, teasing kisses, her lips squeezing down and tugging and teasing at the victor's chest, before swiftly pulling away and administering the treatment to other breast!

Mazzie held curious eyes at Sally as she declared she was going to get exactly what she asked for. Mazzie tilted her head as the bigger girl approached and squealed when she was hoisted up but didn't fight it. Instead, she turned her head bashfully as her cheeks reddened. They only grew deeper as her battered tits began to be sensually licked.

Mazzie kicked her feet and squirmed in Sally's grip but it wasn't to try and get free. "Haaaanh!" She mewled a bit as each breast was attended to. It was heavenly and Mazzie's thighs squeezed shut. She began to pant suddenly as Sally worshiped her victorious chest.

"T-That's right! M-My tits are the best!' She huffed through soft pants.

Sally let go of Mazzie again, her cheeks burning. Her head felt fuzzy, like it was filled with static. She couldn't rightly say why she had just done that; she was pretty sure she didn't like this weird woman at all, and her going to town on her breasts like they were lovers... in front of everyone, especially... especially after that nasty fight... what would people say? What would people think?

"T-there, that's enough of that!" She blurt out, backing away, then turning and practically fleeing the ring. At least the crowd was sated, for now, and she'd probably remain popular with the audience. She needed to think about what the heck had just happened in the ring...

Mazzie watched as Sally suddenly pulled away. The busty Canadian pressed her hand against her chest and watched Sally leave with a glowing smile on her face. 

It was fine for Sally to leave. She knew her place. Mazzie slowly slipped out of the ring and sauntered up the ramp haughtily.

Winner via verbal submission: Mazzie Lashley