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General Category => Chat Fight Logs And Message Board Fights => Message Board Fights => Topic started by: Lizzie on May 18, 2020, 12:28:18 PM
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I can hear noise before I even get out of the car, off deep in the woods, a classic meeting place. I feel my Man, hold my arm and help me along the path to where a crowd is gathered under spotlights. A cheer goes up as we approach and I stand straight staring straight ahead. The crowd stinks of whisky, smoke and sex, but they part to let me through to the edge of the fighting pit. 4' deep and 10' across, freshly dug earth, pressed down. I raise my fists and the crowd cheers, and at a nod from my Man, I drop my robe to the floor, standing wearing pumps, stockings and garter belt and a thong, all in matching black.
The Organiser steps forward and waves for silence. "This is a fight to the finish! No rules! No Rounds! and no ref!" The crowd roars approval and I swallow my nerves looking across at the odds board, it looks pretty even....
"Our first fighter!, standing 5'6" tall and weighing 145lbs, and a curvy 36DD-28-38, Lizzie!!!!!", the organiser yells....
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I sit on the loading area of the black Toyota Tundra and wait for the beginning of the
all-deciding fight of my life.
A red bathrobe hides my red outfit from thong, stockings and pumps.
After an almost infinite time, the cheers of the assembled crowd comes over.
My opponent has obviously arrived.
I take my husband by his shirt, pull him to me and kiss him deeply.
Maybe it's our last kiss.
Then I jump off the truck bed of the car and walk with him to the pit.
The guy who manages it around the edge of the pit announces me.
"And here she is !!! Lizzie's opponent !!!
Here comes Anne !!! She is 145 heavy, 5'9" tall and she comes from Germany !!! "
The crowd cheers frenetically again.
I think I can see the greed for violence and sex in their eyes.
I take off my bathrobe and climb down into the pit.
When I turn around, we look each other in the eyes for the first time.
My heart beats wildly.
"You or me! Only that counts now!" I think.
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From the moment she arrives my attention is focussed on my opponent, hair cut collar length like me, dark to my blonde, and red to my black. I glare at her, eyes narrowed, and draw back my lips showing white teeth in a snarl. My fingers clench and unclench, forming claws.
"I'm going to rip you apart bitch!" I hiss, crouched and ready to fight....the noise of the crowd rising as the fight is about to start.
A bell rings and I lunge forward, the ground slightly muddy under my pumps as I throw myself forward, hand clawing for you hair as we slam together in the middle of the fighting pit....
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Whisky, smoke, and blood. Inhale the aroma.
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We face each other, you bare your teeth and threaten me.
"I will destroy you!" I call back.
I just want to start attacking when the bell rings!
You storm towards me!
You ram your shoulder into my stomach, I lean forward and embrace your body with my arms from above.
Then I drop back and try to throw you over me.
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The small size of the pit works against me, as we clash, you grapple and flip me, I fly towards the pit wall upside down, tucking my head in to my chest my shoulders hit the wall and my feet flail over the top of the pit before I slide down the earth wall to lie with my head on the floor and my feet over the pit..
Stunned I lie gasping , Then roll myself to the left, my feet falling, and now on my left hand side, trying to get my wits back together...
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I am amazed that my action worked.
I roll over my side and get back on my feet.
Then I rush towards you, grab your hair and pull you up so high that I can ram my knee into your breasts.
"You stinky cxnt!" it sounds through the pit "I'll crush you!"
The spectators cheer.
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NGGGGGGHHHH!!! I gasp/groan as your hands claw into my hair, pulling me up to my knees by my roots, my scalp feels like its on fire!
I can see what's coming, your holding me ready to bring your knees into the fight...
As your knee come into my chest, I breathe out and take the blow, wrapping my right arm around behind your knee, hugging it to me as the pain throbs through my chest, but thinking about what's coming makes the pain easier to bare.
"Speaking of Stinky cxnts…."
Held in front of me my left fist smashes forward, aimed for your thong and your sex beneath...
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"The fight is going well and you will kill her in a minute!"
I think triumphantly as I ram my knee into your body
But suddenly you hold my leg!
And my eyes widen when your fist hits between my thighs.
"Uuummmpphh!" it comes out of me, I sink to my knees and hold the aching crotch with my hands.
Moaning in pain, I slump against your body.
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I smile grimly as you gasp in pain and sink to your knees, you body falls against me, using me to prop you up.
I take a deep breath, my chest hurts but I don't think anything's broken. Grabbing your hair, I hold you in front of me for a moment, looking at you until your eyes meet mine. The crowd are keen for blood, screaming for another blow.
I snap my head back, against te wall, then whip it forward with a headbutt aimed for your nose...
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The struggle quickly turned.
You jerk my head back and bang your forehead into my face.
It hits my nose hard and the blood shoots out.
It runs over my mouth and chin before it finally drips onto my breasts.
The pain makes my head growl and scream.
Stars dance before my eyes.
I only know that I have to react.
I blindly stretch out my hand, reach between your thighs and claw my fingers into the soft flesh.
Is that the meat of your thighs or is it your pussy?
No matter! I claw my fingers in whatever I got to hold.
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The headbutt hurt, but I know it hurt you a lot more, there's blood on my forehead that isn't mine, your nose is a mess.
A cry goes up from the Organiser. "First blood!, Lizzie wins First Blood!", this is met by cheers and groans, depending on if the spectator had bet on me. Or you.
But it's distracted me, and while I'm listening to the crowd your on the attack, your clawed nails clench on the front of my thong, thumb and nails clamping down on my pussy, nails biting into flesh. I scream in pain, all I can do is try to stop you clawing my cxnt. Grabbing your wrist with one hand to try and pull it off my pussy, my other hand, my right, claws at your left tit, four fingers raking down from above as my thumbnail stabs up into your nipple from below...
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I clench my teeth, do not want to cry out again when your fingers dig into my flesh.
Feel your hand pulling on my wrist.
You are strong, how long can my hand stay between your legs?
I let go briefly, grab your thong and pull it up so that the material cuts into your pussy while the blood drips from my breasts onto our hands.
We kneel in front of each other and inflict pain on ourselves.
And it's all just a prelude to killing the other one.
The crowd at the edge of the pit is raging, cheering on the respective favorite.
I grab my free hand near your wrist and try to get your hand away.
It inflicts endless pain on me and it leaves deep red marks in my flesh.
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Locked together we struggle, your right hand on my pussy and my left gripping your wrist, my right hand clawing your left tit, and in turn gripped by your left wrist, kneeling and unable to bring other limbs into the fight.
I hiss in pain as you saw the thong up between my pussy lips, the fabric rasping at sensitive and already tender flesh.
I edge closer, our knees touching.
Our breasts pressed together, and with a raw of animalistic rage I bite down on your right shoulder, close to the base of your neck....
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Suddenly you bite my neck.
Your teeth dig into my flesh, my screaming echoes through the pit and beyond.
I let go of your thong, my hand slides in and gropes forward.
I finally reach the upper part of your labia where your clit is.
My fingertips grip tightly and I start to pull the meat between my fingers.
"Stop biting me immediately or I'll tear it off!" I scream in a voice distorted by pain.
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There are plenty of ways to stop me biting, pinching my clit is one of them.
I scream in agony as you pinch my clit, the pain ripping through me. As I scream my mouth opens coming off your shoulder, then its my priority to get away from your hand on my pussy.
I release your tit and with both hands and, eyes wide with panic, I grab your hand on my pussy and try to drag you off me.
"Let go of me you bitch!"
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I tear hard at what your clit could be.
Only your screaming tells me it's between my fingers.
You reach between us, try to pull my hands away and at that moment it occurs to me that we both still have a bill open.
"There was something else!" I hiss.
I put my head back, take a short swing and then i bang my forehead hard in your face!
Let you go, push you away and get up.
I take a few steps away from you, wipe my blood out of my face and concentrate on you again.
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Unable to block or dodge, the headbutt catches me full in the face slamming my head back against the wall of the pit.
My hands go limp on yours, blood smeared across my face, my nose I thinks broken, and my eyes have immediately teared up, I blink to try and get my vision back. Breathings hard, I'm having to do it through my mouth, but as my vision clears I can see you've backed away, showing off to the crowds before you turn again to me.
Instinctively I don't move, 'playing possum', as they call it, waiting to see what you intend next, and waiting to turn it to my advantage...
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I wiped the blood, shook myself once and I'm ready to continue the fight.
But you don't get up, make no move to attack me.
Your last counterattack is too good in my memory as that i rush fast forward and attack you.
I put my hands on my hips and look at you.
"Have you had enough? C'mon! Get up and fight!"
The first whistles come from the edge of the pit.
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Whistles, boo's and catcalls from the crowd, along with you clearly smelling a rat, (or a possum), prompt me to start moving, getting my feet under me I push myself up slowly, using the pit wall to lean against.
I gasp, as if in pain, and stagger forwards a step or two, fists up, swaying slightly as if dazed.
Then I lunge.
Fists lashing for your face. A diversion.
The real attack is lower, as I close I snap my left foot upwards aiming for your right knee with the flat of my foot...
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You seem to be upset when you get back on your feet.
But suddenly you pounce on me.
Your fists hit my face and I raise my arms to protect myself.
This means that I notice your kick against my knee when your foot hits.
My knee twists and i fall to the bottom of the pit with a cry of pain.
The spectators at the edge of the pit start to hoot again.
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That worked better than expected!
I'd dodged back, ready for you to come at me, but instead you collapse to the floor of the pit.
I move quickly to take advantage, throwing myself forward, to land on top of you. My left knee dropping onto your injured right knee with all my weight, my hands clawing for your face as I crash down.
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I see you approach me, jump and land on my knee with all your weight.
There is a shrill cry of pain.
Your fingernails scratch my face, leaving deep red marks on my skin.
In distress I grab your hair and jerk your head to the right.
I press my left foot into the floor, turn on my hip and turn you on your back.
I lie flat on you, my breasts press against yours and our breasts swell out on the sides.
I take both fists and start hammering it in your ribs.
Left, right, left, right, over and over again like a barrage, I punch you in the ribs.
Driven by pain, anger and the urge to survive.
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All pit fights enter this stage, a vicious ground fight, maul and claw.
By a skilful combination of hairpull and roll you change position, now resting on top of me. The crowd sensing the growing intensity are starting to scream for their favourites. "That's it Anne, break her ribs!", another "Go for her cxnt!", the voices growing forming almost a wall of sound.
Blow after blow hammers into my ribs, each making me gasp with pain, its hard to breathe, your weight on top of me and breathing though my mouth.
In desperation I grab your face with both hands, the fingers over your ears and into your hair and bring my right knee upwards as hard as I can, pushing it up between your thighs aiming for your pussy...
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We lie on each other, chest to chest, look each other with hatred.
You put your thigh between my legs and yank it up.
The soft flesh of your thigh beats against my crotch without really hurting.
I grab your hands, push them in the dirt next to your head.
I look down at you, smiling bitterly.
"One last wish before I kill you?" I ask.
Then I press my thigh against your pussy and rub it gently.
I like the little interlude, push your leg outwards and slide a little to the side until I feel my pussy press against yours ...
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My hands pinned to the dirt floor, my body pinned under yours, the fight has taken on an erotic overtone, as you move so that nipples press against nipples, and pussy to pussy.
I struggle, but that probably just adds to your pleasure, as I wriggle and shift.
I open my legs wider, accepting the challenge of your sex; leaving my pussy spread beneath you...
The crowds sound has grown quieter, but the intensity has increased, each spectator silently memorising these moments.
"Your filthy bitch!" I hiss at you, turning my face away from yours .
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"You cheap hooker! I will humiliate you like no woman has ever done before I blow your life light out!"
I scream so that it can hear the crowd at the edge of the pit.
With slight tilting movements I push my sex against yours.
The movements of my pelvis rub my nipples over your areolas.
In spite of everything, you should get wet?
I rub my labia on yours, try to open our pussies and rub our clits together.
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I groan with pleasure and push my mound up into yours, the crotch of our thongs rubbing together,
Gently I raise my head up to yours, my lips tracing along your jawline, moving upwards to kiss you.
Our clits touch and its like lightning striking, muscles twitch and spasm with pleasure as the two nerve nubs rub against each other
My tongue licks across your lips, tracing your teeth, challenging your tongue to come and wrestle with it..
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You give in as the rubbing of our pussies becomes more intense and they open.
Our klits have first contact.
I can feel your mouth as it searches my mouth.
Our lips open, our tongues start to wrestle with each other.
My breath goes faster.
I gently rub my lap on yours.
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Hooker. You called me it moments ago, and your right, m body goes through the motions like a whore, but my mind is murderous and just waiting for the right moment....
I bite down on your lower lip, my jaws clenching and teeth tearing flesh.
At the same moment my legs come up and wrap around your waist, ankles hooking together, giving me leverage for a brutal squeezing leg scissors...
I jerk one hand then the other trying to pull them from your grasp, my right pulls free and I bring the hand up quickly raking my nails across the left side of your back...
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You seem to have guessed what I was going to do.
Weigh you in safety and then hit you all the more relentlessly.
But now come before me, bite my lip, scratch my back and squeeze my body between your thighs.
Cursing inwardly, I take hold of your head on its left and right sides.
Feel with my thumbs for your eyes and start to press your eyes into their sockets.
Tears run down my cheeks, but I don't scream.
A murmur goes through the audience.
I press harder with my thumbs.
At some point you will have to stop your attack.
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Both hands free, now, but I'm in trouble, your on top and are moments away from blinding me. I twist my head to the side and grab your hair with my right hand, jerking you to your left as my left fist lashes upwards into you face.
At the same time I twist rolling to off me to your left, the leg scissors broken, pushing away from you to get us some distance and separation.
Rolling away, I try to get my knees to the pit floor to push myself up and face you..
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My attack on your eyes creates a wild defense on your part.
You fight your way free and roll away.
I do the same likecyou and roll away to the other side.
When I get to my feet again, I lean against the edge of the pit and feel my mouth.
I look angrily at you.
"You cxnt! Now let it come to an end !!!"
I scream.
I put my hands back in front of my body and slowly come to the middle of the pit.
Always on guard against another attack from you.
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I get to my feet as well, both of us breathing hard from the fight so far, the crowd screaming at us as the fight goes to another level.
I spit blood into the pit, your blood. And I grin at you with blood covered teeth.
Coming to meet in the middle of the pit I stare at you, then lash out with a punch for your right tit.
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We face each other and I can see your blood red teeth.
My body keeps pumping adrenaline into my blood.
I pull out and punch my fist and all my anger towards your head ... when your blow hits me hard and I stumble back ...
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I stagger back as your fist slams into my face.
Then I step forward and unleash another heavy punch,
The crowd chanting in time with out punches as we stand toe to toe and slug it out..
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We hit each other, try to protect our own body and hit our opponent hard.
The guys cheer in the face of the bare knuckle fight.
The blows leave red and bloody marks.
I won't be able to keep up the fight in this form.
I have to change the fight to my advantage.
Since we're standing toe to toe, I don't bother to put my right leg behind your left.
And instead of another blow, you get a powerful push.
Maybe this will force you back on the floor.
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I'm bruised and hurting, my face swollen from repeated punches, but still I keep swinging.
I lean forward, putting my bodyweight into my punch and you lunge forward and shove me.
Off balance I crash on my back on the floor, I grunt in pain as I hit the ground but immediately pull my knees up to my chest then straighten my legs quickly, slamming the soles of my feet into your legs below the knee.
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We are marked by the fight when I finally manage to bring you down.
I want to attack you when you stretch your legs to kick my shins.
I try to avoid this, to dodge, to finish my attack, but one foot hits me and forces me on my knee.
I kneel in front of you, trying to grab you, to attack when someone shouts 'Refreshment!' From above.
A gush of beer pours over us.
Turns the bottom of the pit into a smelly arena.
As much as possible I try to ignore what happened and try to slide on my knees to one side of your body.
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Slamming one foot home and taking you to the knees, I'm ready to deliver another kick as several gallons of beer hit us, coating the skin and turning the dirt beneath us to mud. I swear in surprise, and push myself backwards as you slide in towards me.
Palms braced on the ground I bring my legs up onto your shoulders and hook my ankles, trapping your neck between my knees..
I then throw myself to my right, hoping to jerk you to the ground by the neck..
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The beer smells bad, turns the floor below us into stinking mud.
I approach you, try to attack you when you manage to get your legs around my neck.
Your thighs fix my neck like vices and you turn me with a powerful jerky movement.
Your movement is fast and hard, really throws me on the back.
My hands are trying to grab you somewhere, to hurt you, to solve the fatal hold.
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Ankles locked together, I squeeze your neck as hard as I can with my thighs.
I wriggle my body up and bring your head into reach of my hands, trapped by my leg scissors I start to drive my right fist into your face, the crowd chanting in time with each punch.
Your hands clawing along the backs of my thighs, I snarl, teeth clenched in pain as your nails rake me, but then they reach my pussy!. I scream in pain as you set to my sex with both hands raking and pinching it, my grip on your neck immediately loosened...
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Can finally get out of your leg scissor!
I want to rub my aching neck.
But there is no time for that now!
I lean on the wet floor, come up and grab your ankles.
I slowly get up. have your feet firmly in my hands and push them outwards.
With a cheeky grin, I look at you with my maltreated, blood-smeared face while you lie on your back.
The crowd at the edge of the pit senses what I'm up to and starts screaming wildly.
I lift my foot menacingly over your lap .....
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Forced to my back by you lifting my ankles, I'm desperate to get out as I know what's coming. Your foot rises over my exposed pussy like an executioners axe...
I jerk upward grabbing for your foot as I jack-knife but I miss, falling back down with a splat in the beer soaked mud at the bottom of the pit...MUD!!!
I jerk my knees up towards me trying to drag you forwards as my hand scoops up a clod of mud and throws it at your face....
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My foot hovers over your crotch, the audience cheers and I wait ... too long!
You come up with a crunch, try to grab my foot.
But the mud prevents that!
But you don't give up and throw the beer-stinking dirt at me.
The dirt hits the right half of my face, runs down and drips onto my body.
The moment the wet dirt hits my face, I kick over.
Kick between your legs with all my strength ...
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The foot slams down into my pussy and my world changes..
I scream in agony as a white hot wave of pain runs through me, followed by a oily wave of nausea...
My breath explodes out of me and I'm sucking for air...
Eyes closed, I quiver in pain, unable to coordinate a fight back....
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After kicking hard between your legs, I let go of your feet and wipe the dirt off my face.
Regardless of how much you writhes in pain, I come to your head, grab your hair with both hands and pull you up to your feet.
When I finally have you on your feet, I try to ram you against the wall of the pit with a vigorous turn and the head first.
The audience cheers and demands your death.
Will I be able to do it?
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My pussy still throbbing in agony, you haul me up by pure strength to my feet, I'm hunched over, my hands by my knees, turning quick you ram me headfirst into the pit wall. The impact is stunning, I stagger back a step or two, clutching my head, trying to shake the impact off...
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You stumbling back while leaning forward.
I calmly step in front of you, put your head under my armpit and slide my arm under your neck.
When my forearm is in front of your throat,
I grab my wrist with the other hand.
Now I lean back and use the leverage to press my forearm against your throat.
I slowly increase the pressure and cut off your air supply.
"KILL HER! KILL HER! KILL HER!" resounds from the pit edge.
The drunken pack seems like mad.
My feet sink into the muddy ground with increasing pressure.
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Is this it? My moment to die?
I can feel the dreadful pressure, starving my lungs of oxygen, my brain of blood.
The edge of my vision darkening...
The crowd chanting, screaming for you to kill me...
I grope along your legs, blindly. Feeling...
Finding...
I slide two fingers under your thong and force them into your cxnt. My thumb pressing down on your clit, the thumbnail trying to scrape it off your flesh. Cruelly working your sex, fingers pumping in and out, nails scratching intimately...
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I press my forearm hard against your throat and the crowd fires to hold me by the handle until life has left your body.
I feel your hand on my thighs, no, she won't do that, I think even as your fingers make their way into my panties.
My eyes widen as you push your fingers fingers into my pussy.
You know exactly what you are doing.
You know the fine line between aggressiveness and lust in a fight.
I press my lips together as you start to move your fingers back and forth in me so as not to groan.
But then there is a feeling of pain.
Your thumb nail maltreats my love pearl before your fingers bump into me hard again.
Then you let me feel the pain again, the thumb on my clit can produce.
How long can I endure this ordeal?
I should act better!
Your back covers my eyes, so I try to blindly step between your thighs and hold my grip.
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The choke is destroying me, I'm weakening.
I sink slowly to my knees, unable to stand, the darkness at the edge of my vision growing, I gasp, spit dripping from my lips, near the end now, my hand clawing your cxnt slows, my fingers slick with your blood...
And stops.
Slipping out of your mauled cxnt, to hang lifeless.
My body now a dead weight in your arms. Literally...
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The pain slowly subsides, your movements become weaker until your fingers finally slide out of my pussy.
Your body hangs heavily in my arm and I hold you a little longer to be sure that the fight is over.
The drunk guys cheer at the edge of the pit and a gush of beer pours over me.
I let you fall into the awareness that I won the fight.
There is no feeling of triumph.
I leave the pit thoughtfully.
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Dear Lizzi!
It was a great fight, you were a great opponent and I want to thank you for it.
If you ever want a revenge, I will give it with great pleasure.
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Kisses always Anne xxx