Kirin vs Aiko

Aiko's eyes looked up at Kirin, barely popping out of her breast as she was dominating her in such a motherly and sensual way.
"N-Nommhh..hmmm.." She whimpered in her breast flesh, embarassed at the teasing touch of Kirin's nipple. Her whimpering went softer and the trapped Aiko let go to the inevitable, as her small lips started to gently suckle against her opponent breast.

"Mmmm, such a good girl," Kirin sighed. She cradled Aiko's head against her bosom, blushing slightly as the suckling sounds and sensations began to fire up her arousal. She would lower Aiko to the mat in a sitting position while maintaining the hold, leaning her back against the ropes as she sits her bulky frame down on top of her lap. Her soft, warm body pressed against Aikos as she closed her eyes, rolling her head back slightly as she felt her milk begin to flow.

"Mmm...mm...." Aiko's muffled protests went all the way weaker and softer as she felt helpless as a baby in Kirin's seductive cradle. Dizzy from lack of air she sucked more on Kirin's nipple trying to inhale some air, but obtaining warm, sweet milk flooding into her mouth instead. Forced to swallow, she was as mesmerized by the sweet taste, and induced to suckle more and more, slowly giving in to Kirin's maternal domination.

Kirin sighed in approval and arousal as Aiko fed on her, freeing one hand as her weight and other hand seemed like enough to trap her. She'd stroke Aiko's hair, undoing her hair to let it hang down and tickle her breasts as it fell. If she could get a girl to relax during a fight, she knew, there was all sorts of surprises she could bring out. Some of them more pleasant than others, of course.

She'd thrust her chest gently against Aiko's face, gently bobbing her nipple in her mouth teasingly. She'd use her free hand to access the shoulder of the gymnast's leotard, urging it down to her waist for now and begin to softly fondle her breasts.

"Mmmm... mmmm...". Soft and muffled whimpers came from Aiko's gagged mouth as she squirmed feebly, realizing she was getting easily dominated, she was trying to fight it: But she couldn't get away, and Kirin's warm milk was slowly soothing and relaxing her. Soon her protests subsided again in sweet suckling sounds, alternated with soft moans under Kirin's caresses, while the smaller girl went weak in her holds.

Kirin would place her weight down on the submissive gymnast's face, her full breasts cutting off her major air supply aside from her cleavage and a bit near her nipples. She'd take hold of both of her breasts, fondling them roughly and straddling her, pinning her down while her thick bottom and warm crotch pressed down on her waist. She was looking to start pressing her more towards a submission, or even a KO if she was particularly stubborn about holding out in this position.

Realizing she was about to go helpless from air-restrainting, and feeling embarassed by Kirin's taunting caresses, Aiko squirmed wildly in search of a way to slip his face out of her smothering breast. Securely pinned beneath the bigger woman's body, she would keep struggling, actually getting weaker and weaker as her squirming started to slow down.

"Relax, sweety," Kirin would chuckle, even if she questioned whether Aiko could hear her or not. She'd lean further into the hold and secure her breasts' position, forgetting the notion of her breastfeeding gone for now as she tried to force her abundant titflesh in the way of Aiko's breathing.

Aiko whimpers were slowly silenced as Kirin enveloped her head in soft, warm titflesh, slowly starting to smother her out. Soon her already weak struggles started to fade as she became drowzy and totally at Kirin's mercy, while she feebly suckled on her breasts, about to pass out now.

"Sleepy time, honey bun," Kirin would coo softly, unrelenting until she managed the KO. "Just drink deep and sleep tight." She would keep the hold on, swatting aside any weak physical protest. She was a pro, though, and would release Aiko once she sensed a genuine knockout. She'd still blush and coo appreciatively at her gentle nursing. Whether she drifted off or not, she'd take a hand and grope gently at Aiko's crotch to see if this had been as arousing to her as it was to Kirin.