Dr. Mina Takemi stood in front of the mirror inside her locker. Her green leotard was pulled up to the base of her rib cage, leaving her plump, blushing breasts exposed to the cool night air. They rested heavily within the palms of her hands, cupping them gently from below. She lifted them, hefting and appraising their weight.
They were lovely. Full and firm. Her nipples were bright pink and upturned. She was proud of them. And yet... In her recent bouts they had become something of a weakness... They had become targeted. Beaten. Battered. ...Milked. She shuddered as she recalled the unmistakable pleasure their release brought her.
She closed her eyes and turned away from the mirror, slipping the arms of her leotard up and over her shoulders. Her breasts bounced into place as the lycra snapped against her shoulders. Her nipples stood prominently against the fabric, refusing to be hidden in silence.
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Dr. Takemi's entrance hit! The arena was shrouded in green light as she stepped out onto the stage, bathed in the hue of envy. She drew in a breath, looked down, and crossed her arms under her breasts. She hugged herself and drank in the moment. Suddenly both arms exploded out and upwards in triumph as she greeted the LAW audience with the promise of a dynamic show!
The mature woman walked down the ramp all smiles. She sashayed towards the ring in her wrestling attire. A green one piece that highlighted her best assets. The leotard was painted on; it hugged the swell of her breasts and barely covered her thick backside. It was cut in the classic 80's style, an homage to her roots, with some modern embellishment. It pulled everything tight and made The Ring Therapist look every bit as sexy as she was powerful.
Once inside the ring she'd lift her palms to the bottom of her bobbed hair, making sure it was perfectly styled. She then placed one foot on the bottom turnbuckle and bent over. She tossed a coy look over her shoulder at her luscious, voluptuous opponent. The pose offered the crowd a full view of her curvaceous figure. From her heavy lycra veiled breasts; To the fullness of her thick, pale thighs. And most importantly, her round, perky, perfect ass.
"Introducing his opponent! Weighing in at 169 lbs, fighting out of Hokkaido Japan! She is! The Motherweight! Mina! TAKEMI!"
Mina threw her hands in up to bask in her heraldry! The crowd erupted as the magnificent MILF put herself on display in the corner! She'd hop down allowing her thicc backside to jiggle enticingly!
She'd then move to the center of the ring to stand across from her opponent. She was lovely. But she was also sadistic. One look at the woman told her all she needed to know. She would revel in her destruction and lavish in her humiliation...
"I don't recall ordering a Dominatrix. The fetish clubs' in Kabukicho." Mina appraised the other woman, confident she wouldn't take kindly to being mocked.
"...But... I guess since you're already here, we might as well play." She tapped her lip with her index finger in faux contemplation.
"The safeword is Mama." She smirked as she ran her hands suggestively up the length of her body and into her hair. She gave a flourishing turn, building the fans arousal for what they were about to see!
