"So... You really think I can win this one Mr. Yamaguchi?" She asked, excitement in her voice! Dawn had yet to win a match. Despite this, she was still surprisingly popular amongst LAW fans. It probably had something to do with her unerringly positive attitude! And nothing to do with her lewd body and it's propensity to get exposed. It was probably the first part.
"Okay. I'll try my hardest! Also... I don't think the bikini you sent me fits... No, no. Of course i like it. I'll still wear it." She blushed a bit and looked away. To be honest... She was beginning to get used to her clothes not quite fitting right... And maybe even getting a little rush from it!
And with that, sweet Dawn reported to the locker room in order to get ready for her next match. A battle against another woman on a losing spree. A jobber vs jobber slobberknocker! As they say. Emphasis. On Knockers.
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Dawn's music hit! Well... Not Dawn's. She didn't have her own music. But SOME music hit! Cuing the indebted darling to emerge onto the ramp! She greeted the audience with a wave and a smile that didn't completely hide just how embarrassed she was. Her cheeks were as red as her hair. The attire Mr. Yamaguchi had selected for her was ill fitting... To say the least. As it always seemed to be.
She wore a purple bikini with white stripes. Though, the cups of the bikini were more like pasties than actual cups. She'd needed to use some sticky tape to keep them in place, otherwise her heavy breasts were sure to fall out the underside. The cloth pressed tightly against the gratuitous flesh of her bust, spilling out around them.
Her soft belly was completely exposed. The little bit of baby fat on her was endearingly cute. It made her look a bit more feminine than some of the harder-bodied models that had beaten her into submission. Her bottoms were just as tight, though better fitting. She had been instructed to wear nothing beneath them... And so she didn't. The result was that her plump sex was clearly outline against the fabric. Every contour of her young womanhood was lickably traceable against the striped lycra. They were precariously secured to her wide hips by a pair of ties. Double-knotted. Of course!
Dawn McDowell hopped onto the ring apron and waved merrily to the adoring fans! She made her way in between the ropes and threw her hands up, soaking in the cheers, whistling, and misunderstood cat calls! The motion caused her enormous breasts to bounce, eliciting another lascivious eruptions of cheers!
She looked across the ring and saw her bigger, equally voluptuous foe and swallowed nervously. She'd been here many times before... This was the calm before the smother.
Vs. 
