
Third Penthouse fight: Dua Lipa VS Jenna OrtegaDespite herself, Dua had let her victory over Kylie get to her head, and now did the exact same thing Kylie had done: underestimate her opponent due to their size. Jenna Ortega had proved to be nothing short of a hellcat, and their fight had been a surprisingly even, vicious brawl for the past twenty minutes. Now though, one babe clearly held the upper hand, as painful moans escaped from the suite with the kingsize bed.
Jenna, who had kicked off her heels, the designer shoes thrown carelessly on the sheets next to them, sat behind an almost sobbing Dua. The young Latina had her nylon-covered legs wrapped around the popstar’s waist, one hand yanking back on Dua’s beautiful long hair while the other had disappeared down the front of Dua’s leather pants to apply an excruciating crotch claw.
“OOOOHHH GOD… Fuck! Let go of me!” the British babe wailed in agony as Jenna’s sharp, manicured nails dug into her vulnerable womanhood. Her petite opponent’s legs forced more groans out of her as they scissored her waist. Jenna’s legs were not only incredibly flexible, but strong as hell too, and Dua felt as if two nylon-clad pythons were squeezing the breath out of her. Jenna only laughed cruelly at her opponent’s misery, a little disheveled and beaten up herself after twenty minutes of being thrown about the penthouse by Dua, but now clearly the dominant woman.
“Oh I love the way you scream, bitch… Come on, submit to me and I’ll release that poor puss, you’re gonna be too sore for sex for weeks, I can make it months!” Jenna said mockingly, her hot breath in Dua’s ear as she squeezed down even harder on the other woman’s cxnt lips, eliciting a new wave of even louder moans. The British babe did not cry out her submission though. Instead, she moved her hand backwards over the sheets until her fingers clutched around something, one of Jenna’s high-heeled pumps. With all the strength that hadn’t been drained by the pain in her ribs, scalp and womanhood yet, Dua swung the shoe, clubbing Jenna in the side of the head with the tall stiletto heel.
“NGHHH” the brunette grunted loudly in pain, stunned. Jenna’s hands left Dua’s hair and pussy, and her legs fell open wide, releasing Dua’s waist as she fell back on the bed. Dua took a few seconds to gather her strength before turning around, her own hand now down the front of her leather pants instead of Jenna’s, trying to readjust her underwear in a way that wasn’t sheer agony. Jenna was lying on the bed softly moaning, still dazed from almost being knocked out with her own shoe. Her legs had fallen open wide, and in doing so hitched up the young babe’s little skirt enough to show a hint of her own crotch.
Dua now sat up on her knees, still winded and in pain but intend on payback. As her eyes closed in on the little hint of Jenna’s black lace panties that was visible beneath the sheer nylon of the brunette’s pantyhose, a cruel smirk spread on Dua’s luscious lips.
“My turn, you little whore!”
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Jenna looked so dominant only fifteen minutes ago, going to town on another woman’s fun bits while sensually whispering insults in her ear. Now she was lying on the hallway floor, a moaning mess. Her sexy outfit had been stripped away, leaving the beaten babe near naked, wearing only bruises. Her long legs and lovely feet were no longer clad in nylon, since Dua had stripped off the brunette’s pantyhose and used it to tie her hands behind her back. Her panties sat pulled down, around her knees, and between the defeated woman’s upturned (and very obviously spanked) asscheeks the end of her shiny black designer shoe could be seen, the tall stiletto heel wedged deep inside her pussy.
“Here you go, slut, don’t worry… They’re sending me another bitch to beat, so somebody should be passing here to help you out in the morning… Sleep tight, slut!” Dua stood in the open doorway to the penthouse, dangling Jenna’s other stripped off pump from her finger. She brought it up to her lips and placed a big kiss on the shoe, leaving a bright red lipstick mark on the black leather that would probably leave a permanent stain, if Dua knew her designer shoes. She threw the shoe down before Jenna’s beaten face, where it landed with a thud. Then she turned on her own heels, walked back inside the penthouse and slammed the door on the defeated and humiliated woman.
WINNER: DUA LIPA 2-0Next contender: