Right after I taste the first salty tang of Nessa’s breast blood, my foot is almost impaled by your sharp black heel, and I want to scream. Unfortunately, the camel toe on my skin tight jeans seems to suck in a knee, and I am collapsing in a heap, fortunate to have the over eager slut miss with the full strength of her follow up knee to my tummy. It is more than enough, as I am blinded, not by pain, but by greasy Vanessa boobs, billowing around my face.
Sinking to my knees, the bitch holding my hair, I hear a rumble from the mob, all yelling about what a cheater you are I am sure. Trying to stay upright, I clutch you behind your knees and am lucky enough to have you tumbling back on your dumpy ass, a miracle your overstuffed jeans don’t explode on impact. I gasp, my pussy and foot aching, and see a glimpse of red on the stage. My bra had come off, thank God I didn’t ask for a break, I would have had to peel off my jeans!
Still honorable, I don’t use my hands to punch you between the legs as your feet wave in the air, but I protect myself by grabbing your heels and spreading your legs. I hitch forward enough to plant my knee on your crotch, and grind it on the zipper. She probably doesn’t have any panties on, or her style of thong will offer no protection.
My undamaged tits sway proudly, as I watch your bit up flopper wriggle. “This was a tit fight, you cxnt. We were going to set an example to the newer members! You are teaching them to act like Maureens and Dees. It was no hands, and targeting only boobs!” as I lean more heavily on your big snatch with my knee, wishing it was exposed right now.
