The crowd loves your 1-2 combiunation to my body people wail YES KAREN DESTROY THE BITCH.
Then as I get the head and breast blowd your nipple near fully exposed they scream YES CARLI SHARE THE PAIN WITH THE BITCH.
The fight is brutal and we both feel the satisfaction from sending brutal blows into the others body. It is clear you try to hide just how well i connected near your eye, but i too try to hide that that combo fuckin hurt to the swelling around your eye tells the truth I conencted far well than you want the crowd or me to realise.
We both hide it, no true bare fist fighter ever shows that she is hurt and we,are both hiding pain.
My breasts swell, nipples harden and I am soaking in my pussy, ok i find fighting erotic but when relaly up agaisnt it i use my erotic kinky reaction as a way to distract from pain.
We both at the same time let our rage and primal urge over rule our bodies our next move is not smart as we do not even notice the other woman open her left palm and grab at the others back clawign skin, mesh tops, bra straps and a fucking lot of our long hair to pull each other close as we both send and conenct with brutal wild right hooks into the others torso as our boxing clinch in our outfits grabbing hair anything is a catty sexy, erotic bitchy clinch that only women can pull off.
Our heels click in the dirt and on pebbles and rocks as we both drive our fists deep and both our bodies defy us as we scream and wail from the nasty blow and our bodies move painfully so painfully a few girls comment 2 just made their wimp BF cum in his pants.
As we deleiver the blow we both scream TAKE THAT YOU FUCKING BITCH, just adds to the sexiness of the battle for the crowd.
We both came dressed like this, certainly not to cover up our bodies, both with sime intention of playing the predominantly male crowd.
We both dressed provocatively. Wearing makeup, perfume . Wearing tall stiletto heels, stockings and lacy garterbelts. Weaing fragile lingerie. Both presenting ourselves to the other, our rival as utterly feminine, We wanted the other to lnow we are better than our rival. I clearly wanted to remind i could steal any man from you. We both realised this fight is about besting our rival in as many different ways as possible. It is a physical contest, to be sure, but also a psychological one.
Now in the sexy catty, bitchy clinch only two women could pull off we both scream and having landed the brutal hook and hurt each other, most people feel my blow was hard, but think yours may have been just a bit harder, but whilst getting this clinch was a stupid move by both of us my training tells me instinct only thinking neither can easily break this clinch I just plouigh powerful fight blows into your torso with real speed. Having heard so many people hint your first blow may have been harder i am not suire but suspect you may have taken the time to go for maximum power letting me plough your torso with my right fist as we both continue to scream YES TAKE THAT YOU FUCKING BITCH. Heels click on the hard dusty ground,
It is clear I need everything from my years of fighting to win this brutal fist bitch fight. We both saw the look in the others face, being left beaten by the other could be a reality, but the only thing that scares us both is the real risk either of us could lose to the other the thought of losing to the other is just unnacceptable to either of us.
For now my speed of fast right blows inside your arm, inside your defences makes this a rewarding erotic momenbt for me as i continue to scream YES TAKE THAT YOU FUCKING BITCH.
As we fight like this i hear people commenting they see my stocking tops, g string and hers as well as our skirts rise and neither of us can correct our outfits, neither can give the other any opening.
I smell your scent your as aroused as me.
I WILL FUCK YOU UP BITCH, AFTER I BEAT YOU I AM GONNA GET THE STRAP ON, YOUR GETTING STRIPPED WHEN YOU LOSE WILL BE THE LEAST OF YOUR PROBLEMS WHORE
