Catfight: The women obviously don't want to redress now as is the usual option because this is a private catfight with no spectators. Thus, the action begins immediately with the only remnant of the beauty contest being the arrogant smirk on the face of Mandy who knows she just smoked Heather in the beauty contest. So it is not a shocker when the first act of the catfight is a Heather slap to Mandy's face, no doubt an attempt to wipe that smirk of arrogance off of her rival's face. Not a lot of lag time occurs between Heather's slap against Mandy's face and the retaliation of Mandy's slap against Heather's face. Neither woman feels like she gained an advantage in the exchange but at least gets some early frustration out of her system. The women next go at each other's hair which shows how emotional this contest is since that is a sure sign of intense feelings and primal energy, especially this early. The women stumble around the room but still remain standing, bumping into chairs and a sofa while they yank each other around by violent pulls of tresses. Mandy bends Heather over a small chair at one point, and it gets really personal, really fast as Mandy assaults Heather's pussy with her right hand, bringing screams of protests and some choice words from her victim. Heather struggles to free herself from Mandy's uninvited invasionh of her most private area, and she finally succeeds with a thrust kick to Mandy's sexy bod which sends the brunette tumbling away.
Mandy hits the plush carpet hard, and Heather is going to be right there to take advantage of that fall. Heather lunges on top of Mandy, her body hitting Mandy's with force to temporarily stun her apartment host. As usual, Heather can't wait to utilize her best weapons...those titanic DDs which are awesome by anyone's standards. Heather plops them down on to Mandy's face and rubs and scrubs her humongous hooters across her foe's face. When Heather has those bodacious boobs situated just about perfectly, Mandy's face almost seems to disappear under the volume of flesh of Heather's monster mams. To increase the punishment, Heather raises up and down to continue to press her body weight along with her tits on to Mandy's trapped form. Finally, Mandy regains enough composure and focus to grab Heather's hair when it comes within reach and uses that to pull her foe off her body and slings her to the side of her own form.
Heather and Mandy get to standing positions, and they rush towards each other to begin a mutual bearhug. Arms wrap around the opponents' midsections, and at the same time, huge hooters collide higher up on their stacked bods. Neither seems to be winning the bearhug battle because neither has particularly strong arms, and their midsections are not that thin. The more interesting skirmish therefore is the tit war with Heather's gigantic gazongas being too much ammo for what normally would be very formidable Mandy jugs. But winning the tit battle isn't really going to help Heather that much if the bearhug is essentially a wash. However, Mandy isn't about to take a chance either way so she releases her own bearhug around Heather's stomach and moves her hands up to her enemy's throat to start a blatant choke. Heather then is forced to discontinue her own bearhug to defeat her throat and windpipe. Heather latches on to Mandy's hands and is able to pry them away from her own throat.
Heather changes her recent disadvantage into an edge for herself as she quickly puts Mandy's head into a headlock. Heather ratchets up the pressure by swinging her arms a bit to move Mandy's head while still keeping it held between her forearms. However, neither Heather nor Mandy is going to pressure a woman's head that badly because their arms are not that strong in general but they still can cause discomfort and perhaps some pain. Mandy uses a standard maneuver to get out of her situation...fists to the side of Heather who either has to let go of the headlock to defend her body or keep the headlock and absorb fist after fist from her foe.
Mandy backs away after her headlock escape with Heather the aggressor ready to follow up on her recent success. Heather comes at Mandy who goes down with a leg slide and trips up the oncoming rival. Heather lands hard on her frontside with Mandy immediately on her back to press those gigantic gazongas of Heather's treasure chest into the plush carpet. Mandy then pulls back on Heather's legs to painfully double them back. She keeps them awkwardly bent backwards with one arm as she uses her free hand to spank her stacked victim. Mandy keeps up the punishment as long as she can but Heather is twisting her body the entire time trying to escape. Finally, her diligence pays off as her motion causes Mandy to lose her anchoring position and eject Mandy off her back.
Heather grabs Mandy's left arm and painfully extends it straight from that shoulder at the same time Heather puts her feet against that shoulder to create a painful push/pull type situation in hopes of perhaps dislocating a shoulder. But neither Heather's arms nor her legs are going to really be strong enough to do that. Mandy is the one now moving her body to try to disrupt the hold but she also has the perspiration on her skin working for her. That is making holds harder to maintain with the slippery nature of the moisture acting almost like a lubricant, especially on holds like this one that count on good solid contact. Heather loses control of her feet on to Mandy's shoulder at which point, Mandy lunges forward and gives a shoulder block into Heather to knock her away from her body and ends up flat on her back.
Mandy takes advantage of Heather being stunned, and since her foe is so proud of those tits, Mandy decides to dedicate a hold to her twin peaks. Mandy turns her legs and extends them over the upper body of Heather and slides crosses them at the ankles obn the other side of Heather's boobs as she legscissors those titanic tits. Mandy perhaps is getting the most pleasure of the entire match so far from her point of view as she continues to squeeze and mash those massive mounds using her legs. Heather screams in anguish and is now the one desperate to escape and save her treasure chest from further torture. Heather begins to pinch Mandy's legs to give back a little punishment her direction.
She then gets hold of one of Mandy's feet and bends it awkwardly to cause enough pain to force Mandy to break the hold and pull back her legs.
Both women get up and are getting more pissed by the minute as the holds and pain have been dispensed by each of them. Their bodies look as hot as ever as the sweat has created a sheen that would remind anyone of an oil wrestling match. Heather raises her hands in front of her as a sign for a challenge to the standard test of arm strength. Mandy indeed does interlock her fingers of opposite hands to those of Heather, and the pushing begins as each woman tries to push the other's arms past vertical. Neither woman dominates this event with each woman gaining temporary advantages only to eventually lose that advantage. But finally, Mandy not only pushes back Heather's arms but continues to gain on that edge until Heather is sent to her knees. But just when Mandy seems to have everything going her way, Heather literally takes the low road by headbutting Mandy in her pussy area.
Heather claws Mandy's pussy and now seems to have a dehabiliting hold going on her host rival. Mandy's eyes grow wild as obviously Heather is dishing out a lot of pain and punishment with this hold. Could this be the end of this match and be decided in the most private of regions. But Mandy isn't going to go down without trying everything to escape. She brings up a knee into Heather's jaw which jolts the huge hootered honey and sends her on to her back from the force and surprise of the blow. Mandy gets up to footstomp Heather and concentrates on Heather's most private areas as payback to that recent claw attack on hers. Mandy hits those titanic tits of Heather and makes sure she pounds that precious pussy to torture her rival even more.
