Taken down to the sand, shaking my head in pain. My sex is throbbing from the cheap whore's assault. Luckily, like amateur sluts are wont to be, she's a talker. I take full advantage of the few seconds of respite, as she yammers on in broken English, something that I gather to be trash talk. Refocused now, I lift my hands up, catching her foot as she attempts to send it down into my stomach. "Too slow, you little tart!" Grinning, as I jerk her foot upwards, and send her off balance. My leverage isn't sufficient to knock her off her feet, but it buys me time to roll away, and spring back to my feet, as she staggers, trying to regain her footing. Brushing a bit of sand off my perfect figure, I motion for my opponent to come forward. "Alright, girl. Let's see your sad, bony ass try to cash the checks your slut mouth is writing!"
