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I know that the bitch takes pride in her legs, I remember very well her bragging about how strong they are when she had them wrapped around me in that scissors. Yeah, I admit they are strong … surprisingly because it seems like most of the time they’re stretched out on a beach blanket on this deck while she suns herself like an entitled princess.
I’m not one to brag like a certain, ummmm, "She who shall remain a nameless Britch" … but I’ll match my legs against hers any day of the week, especially after months of riding the swells on my used board at Serangan. My thighs and shanks may not be as … meaty and fleshy … as hers but there’s plenty of lean muscle there. Not boasting here because I’m not a braggart, like I said. Only tellin’ it like it is.
Anywho, there we are face to face on the deck. Tempers and emotions are as hot as the Bali sun at high noon. I wasn’t trying to hurt with the boob bump, just send a little message ... “Hey, my girlz aren't all that big but at least they can pull off a boob bump, not like those sad little dumplings you’ve got!”
My shove makes her back up so I can breach the deck. She retaliates with a hard quick punch to my abs. Thanks to daily surfing my core is strong enough to ride the blow without much of an effect. It stings, sure, but like a nibble of a pesty gnat. “Is that the best you’ve got, Posh?” I return her taunt with a cold smirk.
Okay, time to get serious, let the “princess” know I mean business … I see her move forward going for a wild slap so I quickly turn my body to the side, plant my left foot firm on the deck behind me and shoot my right foot out at her like a piston … with my heel aimed right below Erin’s right boob.