YOWWWEEEEE !! Gennette has a death grip on my tender right breast. I can feel the painful sensation of her working fingertips pressing ever so deeply into my supple tit-meat, trying to crush it. I notice the blood on my right hand caused by Gennette's scratching claws. That Twat !! I can now feel the roots of Gennette's hair beginning to loosen in my left hand. With one last, powerful yank, I come away with a good-sized clump of this Bitch's ratty hair. I attempt to shove the hairs into Gennette's big mouth, but she manages to keep her lips tightly shut, avoiding being choked by her own ripped out strands of hair. I drop the hairs, and start to focus on Gennette's already battered left titty. Her nipple is so dark purple now that it almost looks black. I wrap both of my hands around her left boob and begin wringing her softy as if it were a wet dish towel.