As I step closer toward you in my grappler’s stance with my hands up, ready to brawl, I remain fixated on your stare and that goofy grin of yours. “She’s drunk with lust, this whorish bitch.”, I think to myself, “Just like a bitch, perhaps I’ll put her on a leash after I beat her down, dog that she is.”
Like two magnets, we draw closer and though I’m guarded in my grappler’s stance with my hands up in front of me, you’re able to reach forward and latch onto my big cocoa-colored dappled areolae and stiff knobby nipples as I gasp with surprise and even arousal, I suppose I was too lost in my own thoughts to defend against your attack.
My humongous hooters wobble heavily as you not only twist my teats, but spin me about by them toward the ropes.
I don’t give much resistance in this moment as it’s far less painful to move with you than against you. So, as we careen toward the ropes next to the corner like one big, bouncing mass; two big, busty, golden-brown brawlers that we are, I try to use the situation to my advantage.
Reaching up and audibly SLAPPING my strong hands down on your bare breasts, I claw all ten nails inward until I’m practically piercing into your nipples with my deft digits as I grit my teeth and glare at you. We bound into the ropes with my bare back pressing against the top rope behind me and my round brown buttocks pressing against the middle rope, too.
Using the resultant spring to my advantage, I push forward as I rebound with you off the ropes, grunting as I turn sharply and pull on your nipples, too, aiming to pound you back-first against the turnbuckles. As our legs shuffle, I feel my left thigh pressing and slapping between both of yours, and though we’re beginning to dot all over with beads of sweat, that wetness between your legs seems altogether different. My eyes widen as I realize with a sniff of the air, catching your womanly aroma in my nostrils, that your fat pussy is drooling with anticipation at how you think this match will end. I can’t help but lick my lips and blush at the prospect, it would be a pleasure to play my tongue along and into your pussy. Maybe I’ll even indulge this big drooling bitch in the end, but not before I show her I’m the better woman and the woman in charge!
We collide into the corner together just as my tummy, thighs, and twat all wetly SMACK into yours. I make an effort to THRUST my big bouncing ass forward and really hammer my point home as my pussy pounds against your pussy, letting you feel my own wetness pressing against you... This bitch may be big and bad, but that’s how I like’em. “Soon you’ll learn to love your place underneath me, little Cinnamon!”, I growl, keeping my piercing gaze fixed upon you, eyes to eyes and woman to woman in your ring.
