When you thought you wanted to be close to Sasha's body, this wasn't what you had in mind. The slim yet curvy wrestler had proven to be just as mean as she was beautiful - if not even more so. Now you were trapped against her crushing boob inside the chest portion of her ring gear, sealed inside and unable to move a muscle against the titanic tit. It was that firm. It had such a tight grip on you that your entire body moved with it. Every shrug of her shoulders, every breath of air took you along. Movements that would seem tiny to her, but agony to you as your body was stretched.
After making her entrance and standing in the ring waiting for her opponent, an evil smirk came to Sasha's face before she started bouncing up and down. Not only did the motion keep her body warmed up, but it brought torment to you. You suffered motion sickness as you were forced rapidly up and down with her bouncing breasts.
And if that wasn't enough, it was HOT in your confined space. Not 'hot' to mean erotic, but overly warm. Stiflingly so. So much so that your tiny sweat mixed with her huge droplets soaking into your body the longer she wrestled.
It was no ordinary match either, you could tell. All too often you could feel her boob compressing you against hard and soft surfaces. Almost as if she was deliberately smashing her chest onto anything she could find. It was torture, and definitely not the pleasurable experience some might have assumed it to be. You desperately waited for the crushing torment to come to an end.
In actuality, Sasha was doing whatever she could to make the situation pure hell for you. Not anything too noticeable to everyone else watching, but enough to cause you discomfort. If her opponent was groggy in the corner, she'd leap to deliver a splash, squashing her chest against her opponent's body, rather than the diving knees she'd usually utilise. She also went for pinfalls far more frequently. Only, instead of the small cradles she'd usually use to catch her opponent's off guard, she would go for a more traditional cover, leaning all the weight of her chest on either the ring mat or her opponent's.
After the match was over, you were completely out of it, having been squashed far beyond what your body was designed to take. But somehow, you were still intact. Just in need of rest.
Without really realizing what was going on, you were grabbed roughly by a hand, shaken back to reality before opening your eyes to find the Boss glaring hatefully at you.
"How did you enjoy my tits, loser?"
"Wha-" you spluttered before being viciously slapped.
"ANSWER YOUR BOSS PROPERLY!!"
"I-I-I," you stuttered, your brain just unwillingly to cooperate after what you'd just been through.
"Ugh, you're so pathetic and useless!" Sasha groaned, her disdain perfectly clear. "Maybe a shower will be enough to make you talk."
That didn't sound too bad. What does Sasha do next?
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