Marlena takes on Monica

[Marlena the Milf]

   I explode upward and I take her with me. I lock both hands in Maria's hair and I slam her into the wall, into the water, into the step, over and over, my heavy marked tits crushed against hers. I punch her in the face. I punch her in the tits. I rake my nails down her body in long vicious lines and I twist the flesh of her breast in my fist until she makes a raw broken sound.

I dunk her. I hold her. I rip her up and I spit blood in her eyes. I snarl against her ear, voice shaking with hate.

"Then you take it. You grabbed me. You always grab me. I'm going to abuse you in this pool until you can't lift your head."
I smash her down and I keep beating her--stomach, ribs, the undersides of those matching breasts--dunking her between flurries, never giving her a clean breath, never letting the hate cool. Two blonde hellcats, naked, wrecked, still trying to punish each other past the point anyone would have thought a fight could go, neither one face down yet, neither one finished. Yt

[MilfMaria]

   Something in me goes past rage and into purpose. I don't just want Marlena beaten. I want her to wear this fight. I want her to look at her own body tomorrow and next week and next month and still see me.
I wrench that long blonde hair in both fists and I slam her face into the tile until blood from her mouth paints the stone. I keep her there by the scalp and I start working her over like I am signing my name. I rake both sets of nails down her face from temple to jaw, hard enough to open long angry tracks. I drag those same nails down her throat, over both huge naked breasts, across her ribs, and onto her stomach, breaking skin in continuous raw lines.

I punch the soft undersides of her tits over and over, same spots, same vicious rhythm, watching them bounce and darken into deep blotches I want to last. I hook my fingers into the flesh and twist until it distorts. I lean down and bite the upper swell of her left breast, then the right, then the side of the left again, shaking my head, leaving dark rings I want her to feel every time those heavy things move.

I smash her onto the step, drop my weight on her, and grind her skull against the stone. I dunk her face, rip her up, slap her swollen mouth, and dunk her again. Between dunks I keep marking her--nails down the insides of her thighs, a bite on her shoulder, fists into the already-bruised curves of her breasts.

"You are going to remember me," I snarl against her bloody mouth. "Every scratch. Every bite. Every bruise on these tits. You will look in a mirror and you will see this battle. You will see me."

I wrench her hair and I keep going, ferocious, hateful, hell-bent on leaving Marlena written over with Maria. Yt

[Marlena the Milf]

I feel what she's doing. She's not just hitting me. She's trying to leave herself on me. That only makes me meaner.
I explode up and grab her blonde hair, smashing her face into the wall the way she smashed mine. I punch her in the mouth, rake my nails down her chest, and grab both of those matching heavy breasts, squeezing and twisting, putting my own marks back on her. I slam her into the water and put my forearm across her neck, punching her in the ribs while I hold her down.

I rip her up, spit blood in her face, and snarl through my teeth.

"You want me to wear this? Then you wear it too. You don't get to write on me for free."

I slap her, bite her breast, dunk her, rip her up, and punch the undersides of her tits in a hard mean rhythm. I am marked. I can feel every track she just opened. I am still fighting. I am still trying to ruin her right back, lengthy and vicious, not giving her the satisfaction of a body that only belongs to her hate. Yt

[BustyCierra]

Seeing Marlena focusing on Maria, I cheer Monica on.  "Come on Monica, this is still your fight!"

[MilfMaria]

   I come up and I go straight back to marking her. I don't waste motion. I grab her hair, I pin her to the step, and I rake my nails down the same lines I already opened, making them deeper, longer, uglier. I punch the same bruised undersides of her breasts, over and over, because I want those blotches to stay. I bite next to the bites I already left, stacking rings on that heavy soft flesh.
I shove her face under and I lean on her. When I haul her up I slap her until her cheeks are swollen and streaked, then I drag my nails down her stomach and the insides of her thighs again. I twist her hair. I grind her against the stone. I sink my teeth into her shoulder and hold it.

"Forget Monica," I snarl. "Forget everyone else. This pool is mine. This beating is mine. These marks are mine. You will not forget this battle. You will not forget me."

I keep her down and I keep working, ferocious and detailed and hateful, trying to cover every inch of that blonde mirror-image body with something that will last. Yt

[Marlena the Milf]

    I take the marks and I give them back. I claw her face. I punch her in the tit. I grab her hair and dunk her, hold her, rip her up, and smash her into the tile. I bite her breast. I rake my nails down her chest. I twist the flesh in my fists.
I am breathing hard and I can feel how much of me is already written on--face, throat, tits, stomach, thighs--and I hate her more for wanting it that way.

"Then remember this," I snarl against her ear, my naked marked body crushed against hers. "You came for a lasting mark. You got a war."

I slam her down and I keep fighting, lengthy, brutal, detailed, still trying to punish her even while she is hell-bent on leaving herself all over me, two blondes in the water, neither one finished, one of them trying to make sure this battle never leaves the other's skin. Yt

[MilfMaria]

   I take the top and I keep it. I fist both hands in Marlena's long wet blonde hair and I rip her off the wall like she weighs nothing, slamming her spine-first onto the submerged step. Water explodes around us. I drop my full naked weight across her chest and I start hurting her on purpose.
I punch her in the mouth, hard, then I punch the same spot again. I rake both sets of nails down her face from hairline to jaw, opening long burning tracks. I drag those nails down her throat and over both huge bare breasts, digging in, splitting already-ruined skin. I grab the heavy left one, squeeze until my fingers sink deep, and twist it so hard the flesh distorts in my fist. Then I do the same to the right.

I lean down and bite the upper swell of her left breast, shaking my head, leaving a deep ring. I bite beside it. I punch the soft underside of that same tit over and over, watching it bounce and darken. I smash her head against the stone, dunk her face, rip her up by the hair, and slap her across the mouth so hard her head snaps sideways.

"You don't get a turn," I snarl in her face. "You get hurt. You get marked. You get punished."

I shove her face under again and I lean on the back of her skull, punching her in the ribs while she thrashes. I rip her up only to rake my nails down her stomach and the insides of her thighs, then I twist her hair and slam her down and start beating those tits again, vicious, painful, relentless. Yt

[MilfMaria]

"Lets FUCKING FINISH THIS you FUCKING cxnt!!"

[Marlena the Milf]

The twist in my breast lights up white-hot and the nails down my face burn like fire. I thrash under her, gasping, grabbing for her hair, punching up into her side from my back. I rake my nails down her arm and try to buck her off the step, water sloshing over my mouth.

I get a handful of that blonde hair and I yank, trying to make space, trying to get my forehead into her face. I snarl through the blood in my mouth and I claw at her chest, twisting one of her tits in my fist the way she just twisted mine.

"Get off me," I growl, voice wrecked. "You don't get to just have me."

I kick, I twist, I punch her in the ribs again, long and detailed in the fight of it, but she has the weight and she has the top and every time I move she puts me back down. Yt

[MilfMaria]

   I feel her claw and I punish it. I pin both of her wrists above her head with one hand and with the other I slap her face in a hard open-handed rhythm, left then right, until her cheeks are swollen and streaked. Then I go back to her chest. I punch the undersides of both breasts, same bruised spots, over and over, making them bounce and ache.

I drag my nails down the center of her chest and hook the flesh, pulling. I bite her shoulder and hold it. I dunk her face, hold her there, rip her up, and spit in her eyes. I wrench her hair so tight her scalp has to be screaming and I grind her against the step while I squeeze both tits and twist them in opposite directions.
"Painful enough?" I snarl. "Good. I want it painful. I want you feeling me in every inch of this body."

I slam her head down, punch her in the stomach until the air leaves her, then I rake my nails down her sides and start on her breasts again, aggressive, vicious, not giving her the fight back. Yt

[Marlena the Milf]

    I can barely get a full breath. My face is burning, my scalp is on fire, my breasts feel like they've been twisted and beaten into one continuous ache. I still fight. I rake my nails down her back. I punch her in the side. I grab her hair and yank her head toward me, trying to bite her, trying to roll her, trying to get out from under the beating.

I snarl, I thrash, I claw her face, I twist under her and try to dump her into deeper water. My posts in this fight are still long and I am still in it--marked, hurting, furious--but Maria has me flattened and she is the one pouring the viciousness on, and every time I reach for the top she slams me back down and makes me feel it. Yt

[Marlena the Milf]