Marlena takes on Monica

[Marlena the Milf]

   I feel her trying and I shut it down. I grab her throat with one hand--not to put her out, just to hold her still--and with the other I rain open-handed slaps across her face, left then right, hard enough to leave bright red prints over the swelling. Then I go back to punching the soft undersides of both tits, rhythmic and brutal, each impact making them jiggle and splash water between us.

I yank her head up by the hair and spit a thick mix of blood and saliva onto the center of her chest, right between those heaving bruised breasts. I rake my nails down the insides of her thighs, then I hook my fingers and scratch back up, leaving raw tracks. I lean down and bite the side of her left breast again, deeper, and I don't let go until she makes a raw broken sound.

"Feel that?" I pant against her skin. "That's a fifty-six-year-old mom beating the arrogance out of you. That's me writing my name on every inch of this stacked body."

I slam her head back down, straddle her hips tighter, and start punching her in the ribs and the soft sides of her breasts again, over and over, my own heavy pair swinging and slapping against hers with every blow. I am overwhelming her. I am marking her. I am not finishing her. I am just making sure she feels every second of it. Yt

[Monica The Milf]

   I can barely get a full breath. My breasts are a mess of bruises, bites, and scratches. My face is swollen and my scalp is screaming from the hair-pulling. She has me flattened on the step and she is still coming. I rake my nails down her back anyway. I twist and get one arm free long enough to claw at her cheek. I buck my hips and try to throw her, even if it only moves her an inch.
I am not tapping. I am not done. I am hurt, I am marked, I am getting beaten in this pool, and I am still swinging at her from the bottom, waiting for the smallest opening to make her pay for every punch she just put on me. Yt

[Marlena the Milf]

    She claws my cheek and yanks my hair and I feel it, I just don't let it buy her the space she wants. I slam my forearm across her throat and pin her head to the step, water sloshing over her chin, and I start punching her in the ribs with my other fist--short, heavy, ugly shots that make her whole torso jump. Every punch sends those big bruised tits of hers bouncing up into mine.

I switch targets and hammer the soft undersides of both breasts, one after the other, watching them ripple and darken. I rake my nails down the center of her chest hard enough to split the already-scratched skin, then I grab a thick fistful of black hair, wrench her head sideways, and smash her face against the edge of the step. Not enough to put her out. Just enough to make her remember it.
I lean down, bite the side of her left breast again, and shake. When I come up I'm panting and smiling that same sweet vicious smile.

"Keep fighting," I snarl. "I want you fighting. It makes it better when I beat it out of you."

I slap her across the mouth, then drive three more punches into her soft stomach, each one folding her under me. My own heavy bare breasts swing and slap against hers with every blow. I am still on top. I am still pouring it on. I am not finished with her. Yt

[Monica The Milf]

    My face is swelling and my breasts feel like they've been used as punching bags, but I am not lying there taking it quiet. I get my knee up and drive it into her hip, then rake both hands down her back hard enough to leave new tracks. I grab two handfuls of that long blonde hair and yank her head down so I can smash my forehead into her mouth.

I buck hard, twist, and get one arm free long enough to punch her in the side of the tit. It lands. I feel it. I claw at her face and try to roll us toward deeper water, gasping, snarling, still swinging even though every breath hurts and my lip is split wider.

"I'm still here," I growl through bloody teeth. "You haven't beat a damn thing out of me yet." yt

[Marlena the Milf]

    That forehead shot splits my lip and I taste fresh copper and it only lights me up hotter. I slam her back down, straddle her hips tighter, and grab both of her wrists, pinning them to the stone above her head. Then I drop my weight and start raining punches into the soft lower curves of her tits--left, right, left--watching them bounce and splash.

I let go of one wrist just long enough to rake my nails from her throat all the way down between her breasts and across her stomach. I grab her hair again, yank her head up, and spit a thick mix of blood and saliva onto her face. Then I bite the upper swell of her right breast, deeper than before, and hold it while I punch her in the ribs with my free hand.

"You're still here," I pant against her skin. "Good. Stay here. I'm going to keep marking this body until you can't tell my teeth from my nails."

I release the bite, slap her twice across the face, and go back to punching her stomach in a hard, mean rhythm, my heavy wet tits slapping against hers with every shot. I am overwhelming her. I am hurting her. I am not ending it. Yt

[Monica The Milf]

    I can barely see straight and my chest is a map of bruises and bites, but the second she lets that wrist go I claw her cheek raw and punch her in the mouth. I thrash my legs, get a foot against the step, and shove, moving her just enough to gasp a full breath.
I rake my nails down her side and across one swinging breast, then I grab her hair and yank as hard as I can from my back. I am hurt. I am marked. I am getting the worst of this stretch. And I am still fighting, still twisting, still looking for the opening to put her on the bottom and make her pay for every punch she just buried in me. Yt

[Marlena the Milf]

    I still have her flattened on the step and I keep pouring it on--fist into her soft stomach, fist into the underside of her left breast, nails raking fresh lines down her already-marked chest. I yank her head up by that long black hair and slap her across the mouth, then I drop my weight and grind my heavy bruised tits against hers while I punch her in the ribs again.

"Stay down," I snarl through bloody teeth. "I'm not done writing on you."
I grab both of her breasts, squeeze hard, and twist, waiting for that same broken sound she's been giving me. For a second it feels like I still own every inch of this fight. Yt

[Monica The Milf]

  The slap lands and the twist burns, but something in me finally catches. I get my forearm up between us and block the next punch on my wrist instead of my tit. I shove, not wild, just solid, and create enough space to rake my nails down her face from temple to jaw.

I hook one leg around hers and roll with everything I have left. Water explodes around us. I come up on top for the first time in a long stretch, gasping, and I don't waste it. I grab two fistfuls of that long blonde hair and smash her head against the step once, hard. Then I punch her in the mouth, then in the soft center of her chest between those huge swinging breasts.

"Your turn," I growl, voice raw. I rake both sets of nails down the full heavy curves of her tits and I bite the upper swell of her left breast hard enough to leave my own deep mark. I am still hurt. I am still marked all to hell. And I am finally hitting back. Yt

[Marlena the Milf]

   The roll shocks me. My scalp screams and the punch in my mouth splits my lip wider. I feel her teeth sink into my breast and I snarl, twisting under her, still trying to keep the beating going. I rake my nails down her sides and punch up into her ribs from my back, trying to fold her the way I've been folding her.

I grab a handful of black hair and yank, trying to drag her off me, still vicious, still mean, still swinging like I can take the top back by pure spite. My heavy tits bounce with every movement, bruised and bitten, and I am not giving her the fight for free. Yt

[Monica The Milf]

    I eat the punch to the ribs and I keep coming. I pin one of her wrists to the step, grab her blonde hair with my other hand, and start dishing it back--open-handed slaps across her face, then closed-fist shots to the soft undersides of both breasts, watching them bounce the way mine have been bouncing under her fists.

I rake my nails from her throat down between those massive tits and across her stomach. I lean down and bite her shoulder, then her breast again, leaving another ring. I punch her in the soft stomach twice, hard, mean, paying her back for every shot she buried in me.

"I'm done just taking it," I snarl in her face, dark hair dripping, split lip curled. "Now you feel it too."

I slap her again and keep her down for the moment, both of us naked, both of us wrecked, and the fight finally cutting both ways. Yt

[Marlena the Milf]

   She's on top and she's hitting back and I feel every slap and every punch in my tits and my stomach, but I do not lie there and let her take this fight. I buck hard, twist my hips, and drive my knee up into her side. The second her weight shifts I rake my nails down her face and punch her in the mouth from my back.

I grab a thick fistful of that long black hair and yank her head sideways, then I surge up and smash my forehead into her cheek. Pain explodes behind my eyes and I use it. I roll us through the water, clawing, biting at her shoulder, punching up into the soft underside of her left breast, trying to dump her back onto the step.

"You don't get to turn this," I snarl through bloody teeth. "You don't get to own me just because you finally woke up." yt

[Monica The Milf]

I eat the headbutt and the punch to my breast and I stay on her anyway. I slam her shoulders back down, straddle her hips, and start my counter in earnest--closed-fist shots to her soft stomach, then to the undersides of those huge blonde tits, watching them bounce and darken the way mine did when she had me flattened.

I grab two handfuls of wet blonde hair and smash the back of her head against the step once, hard. I rake both sets of nails from her collarbones down over both breasts and across her ribs. I lean down and bite the upper swell of her right breast, shaking my head, leaving a deep mark of my own.

"I already turned it," I growl against her skin. "Now you're the one taking it."
I slap her across the face twice and punch her in the ribs again, pouring it on, trying to keep the top and make her feel every second she spent beating me. Yt

[Marlena the Milf]

    The bite burns and the slaps rock my head, but I am not giving her the favor. I get one arm free and rake my nails down her chest, splitting scratched skin. I punch her in the side of the tit, then I grab her throat and her hair at the same time and twist, trying to dump her sideways into the water.

I roll with her, both of us thrashing, heavy bare breasts slapping together, and I come up swinging. I punch her in the mouth, then I grab her black hair and yank her into a short vicious flurry of slaps and nails down her back. I am hurt. I am marked. And I am not letting her finish the turn.

"You want a counter?" I pant, voice raw and mean. "Then bleed for it."

[Monica The Milf]

   She dumps me and I hit the water hard, but I come right back up and grab her by that long blonde hair before she can set her feet. I haul her into me and drive my knee into her soft stomach, then I punch her in the face and in the chest, short brutal shots that make those heavy tits bounce
.
I shove her against the tiled wall, press my naked marked body into hers, and rake my nails down her sides while I bite her shoulder. I squeeze one of her breasts hard and twist, paying her back, then I slap her across the mouth and keep her pinned for the moment.

"I'm still countering," I snarl in her face, dark hair dripping, both of us wrecked and still going. "And I'm not done." yt

[Marlena the Milf]

   Her body is smashed against mine on the tile and I can feel every scratch, every bite, every bruise she just put on me, and the sweetness is gone. What's left is ugly. I drive my forehead into her face as hard as I can and I feel her nose crunch under the impact. I don't pause. I grab two huge wet handfuls of that long black hair, twist until my knuckles go white, and smash her face into the tiled wall--once, twice, a third time--leaving a smear of blood on the stone.

I spin her, slam her back against the wall, and start punching her in the mouth and the soft stomach like I want to fold her in half. Each shot makes those heavy marked tits bounce and slap against mine. I rake both sets of nails down her chest from throat to navel, breaking skin in long raw tracks, then I hook my fingers into the already-bruised undersides of her breasts and twist until she makes a sound that isn't words.

I lean in close, blonde hair plastered to my face, blood running from my split lip, and I snarl right against her ear.

"I hate that smug look you walked in with. I hate that you thought a title and a body made you my equal. I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to leave this stacked body so marked you won't recognize it."

I bite down on the side of her left breast and shake like I mean to tear a piece out of her. When I pull back I spit blood in her face and go right back to punching the soft lower curves of both tits, vicious, rhythmic, mean, my own heavy pair swinging with every blow. Yt

[Marlena the Milf]