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« Last post by Janine_G on Today at 03:46:56 PM »
The two women stood on the platform waiting for the signal to begin, the heels accentuating the curve of their calves. Vanessa quickly realized that the other woman wasn't much taller than she was, she just wore higher heels, which was interesting. The signal to fight came as the horn of the large vessel roared to life at the Dmitri's request.
Marisol was quick and comfortable in the heels, she moved swiftly towards Vanessa and sprung like a coiled spring, colliding into the experienced fighter and taking her down. As they crashed to the deck, Marsiol's breasts flattened Vanessa's, and her claws slashed at Vanessa's face. She pulled back and immediately grabbed at Vanessa's breasts. She sunk her nails in and twisted with a vise like grip that showed her strength. Vanessa quickly recognized her fighting style--she was a catfighter. Vanessa jabbed a hand to the other woman's throat and forced her to unseat herself as she gagged and coughed. The senior woman slammed a heel into the younger woman's side, the spike of the heel driving into the woman's ribcage. She leapt on top of Marisol, forcing her prone, crushing her big breasts against the hard deck, yanked her hair back and slammed several punches into her side as she pinned her down with her body weight. Marisol winced in pain but was able to roll on top of Vanessa, still on her back, but on top of the older woman, who wrapped her strong thighs around her foe and slipped one hand between her legs and her forearm across her throat, choking her while she dug her into Marisol's shaved pussy. Marisol thrashed wildly to escape....