Becca has a thick and sexy hourglass body, with a big firm ass and big hot tits. She’s been building muscle in her arms recently and loves taking a brutal choke fuck. No matter how hard she gets punched and bit during a fuck, she always wants to cum more until she gives up in a quivering mess.
Isra has a thin bitchy body with tiny tits, a hard little ass and powerful biceps. Her tight little pussy loves getting fucked by someone who is too big for her, even though she sometimes cries and sobs bit when she’s being pinned down and pounded into submission. Even when she moans stop, what she really means is fuck me harder.
Neither of them were willing to back down from the fight tonight.
Becca had always said that she was more than willing to fight for cock, but she was extra pissed because he’d already fucked Isra—the way it was supposed to work was that he could only fuck someone else if they beat her in a fight (not gonna ever fucking happen, Becca thought). But he’d just gone ahead and fucked that little bitch, probably because he knew how much it would piss her off and throw her into a fighting rage. Becca was going to rag doll that skinny little cxnt and snap her like a twig.
As far as Isra was concerned, the cock already belonged to her. First, they had fucked and dated a long time ago and he had only broken it off because she was “too possessive” and had dumped her. He was just coming home now after making a detour through Becca. And second, if he is fucking you then he belongs to you. He’d just fucked Isra last night so she had him. That other fat bitch should just go home before she gets humiliated. Isra had fucked up angry cows twice Becca’s size before and this was going to be a walk in the goddamn park.
They squared off in the hotel room in lacy fuck-me-now lingerie.
Becca was in a dark green piece that hugged her waist, perked up her tits, framed her tatted skin, and left a hole open to take his big hard cock. After she tore Isra apart, she fully intended to fuck him with that bitch sobbing and broken in the corner. She didn’t know what was making her more aroused: the thought of forcing her man back into her or the thought of slamming those cute little tits into the ground and dominating a little whore who thought she was tough. Becca was already getting wet thinking about it even as she was fuming mad.
Isra was in a white piece that clung to her toned, tan skin and showed her hard little nipples almost peaking out. She’d specifically chosen white because when she scratched and punched blood from that curvy bitch she wanted it artfully splattered on her skimpy little lace while she took his hard cock in front of a blubbering mess of a loser. It was going to be extra satisfying to fuck him two nights in a row after a succession of mediocre dick for the last year or so.
Both women had their fists up in boxing poses, ready to trade punches and brawl. Becca wanted to show that she could pound the little cxnt into submission and make all that time the skinny little bitch spent in the gym look like a fucking waste of sweat. Isra was confident: the last time she had fought in front of him, the battle was over in two minutes and the loser scrambled off after getting punched four times in the face.
Isra smirked. “I’m going to butcher you, you fucking cow”
Becca was so mad she couldn’t even come up with a good retort and instead only muttered, “Fuck you cxnt. He’s mine.”
They started circling each other, tension mounting as there feet moved over the carpet. Becca lunged, ready to take the skinny little cxnt to the floor to strangle her and slam her head against the carpet.
As Becca lunged in for the tackle, Isra slammed her boney little fist into Becca’s soft round cheeks. “Bitch thinks she can take me down.” As Isra gained momentum and punched her opponent in the mouth, Becca punched Isra in the shoulder pushing her away. Isra lashed out again, this time punching Becca dead in the throat—“Gag, bitch” Isra grinned as Becca coughed and Isra lashed out to rake her sharp little nails across Becca’s face.
As the little bitch was throwing out bullshit punches and scratches, Becca lunged again. This time Isra slammed her fist into Becca’s tit and rammed her knee into Becca’s gut. She thought that would stop the assault but Becca pressed forward, muttering “weak bitch” as she grabbed the little puncher’s wispy blond hair and yanked her head to the side.
As Becca yanked Isra’s hair she grabbed Isra’s other arm by the wrist. Isra could start to feel that Becca was about to get really mean, and the thin little bitch started to punch more frantically and then blindly scratch with her remaining free hand, raking her claws over Becca’s face and neck, desperate to gouge and hurt her opponent before the tables fully turned. Becca grinned as she yanked even harder to slam the little bitch onto the ground. Isra yelped as her boney little body met the floor.
Isra felt the big strong cxnt mount her. She tried to fight back even harder with her remaining hand, but it was getting clear that the punches to the side of Becca’s head and the neck weren’t really doing anything.
Becca had the little bitch writhing and scratching on the floor, pinned and frightened about the pounding it was about to receive. Becca wrapped her legs around the wriggling little cxnt’s muscular midriff and released her hand from Isra’s hair to create a free punching fist for a brutal ground and pound. She was already picturing how she’d bloody up Isra’s face and turn the pretty little whore into an unrecognizable smear on the carpet. As she got a little wet, hesitating with the winning picture in her mind, Isra’s scrappy little claws latched onto her ear—yes Becca’s fucking ear—and twisted yanking hard. What a bitch move. Becca’s body jerked down, and as she lowered her big erect tits over Isra’s mouth the little bitch made another desperate move and bit Becca’s nipple, twisting and grinding her teeth to draw blood.
Isra wasn’t proud of how she was fighting, but she was desperate and determined. She had wanted to show off for him in a tough kick boxing match, staying pretty while punching Becca to the ground and stomping on her face and tits. Things were not going exactly as planned but she was ready to fight extra dirty and extra mean to end the battle quickly and stay cute enough for the big hard cock to still find her pretty. If bitchy scratching and biting was all she could do to get out from under her bigger opponent, then fuck would she do that. She could taste Becca’s blood leaking out of her nipple and feel her nails start to really bend and break the cartilage in her ear.
Becca was still on top of the dirty little cxnt, but it was starting to approach a not-entirely sexy amount of pain. Ear twisting? Fuck that little cxnt. First Becca tore Isra’s hand off her ear and slammed the little bitch’s arm on the ground. Isra kept grinding her teeth into Becca’s nipple, but Becca was so fucking pissed off that she didn’t register the pain. “If that’s how the cxnt wants to fight, I’ll break her.” Becca plunged her arms under her tits to find the bitchy little biter’s face while Isra scratched and punched ineffectively, trying to find a new way to fight back from under her bigger opponent who was about to really fuck her up.
Becca grabbed at Isra’s face and yanked her grinding teeth off of her tit, pulling up to straddle the little bitch while her right breast was leaking blood. She looked down at Isra whose stared up looking like a panicked little vampire who had been caught mid-feast.
Isra flailed and bucked, but Becca straddled her closer and pinned one of her arms under her leg. This left Becca free to start punching the loser in the face with her free hand. It was time to get some of Isra’s blood mixed up in the palate. Isra tried to ram her knee into Becca’s back and bend her body to buck her opponent off. It was no use. The only result was that Becca could feel Isra’s hard abs flexing and twisting into her pussy while she straddled her. It felt great, but her sore tit reminded Becca what she was here to do: pound that little whore into a crying mess (though she could see why her man had enjoyed fucking that tight little body). Still enjoying herself, Becca rammed her fist Into Isra’s face once, then twice, then again and again…
After nine or ten mean punches and a cracked nose Isra stopped bucking and struggling and started to cry. She knew that it was over, she’d lost his cock, and this big mean cxnt wasn’t going to show any mercy.
As Becca continued to punch, she remembered how she had heard that Isra liked taking a rough choke fuck. Her man had said that the little cxnt take a dick while getting throttled just as hard (or maybe even harder) than Becca could. Thinking about that pissed Becca off. She was sure that he had just said that about Isra while pinning Becca down and throttling her just to make her jealous and demand an even harder choke fuck. “Let’s see if you really can take it,” Becca snarled, jamming her left hand down Isras throat, making her gurgle and gasp.
Pinned down and gasping, the little bitch couldn’t even say she gave up and Becca wasn’t going to hear it. Now that she was in the clearly dominant position, Becca started to feel the stinging from where the little cxnt had mauled her tit. The stinging pain got her endorphins pumping as she started to feel how badly she wanted her victory cock. Isra couldn’t picture much of anything and was flickering in and out of consciousness. A little bit of blood was still leaking out of Becca’s tit and ruining her slutty green lingerie. “You are such a little bitch” Becca grinned into Isra’s tearful, bunched-up face as she released her throat and ran her hands down to Isra’s nipples. With Isra’s prone, stretched-out body lying against the ground, her little tits were flattened into her chest, with just a little bit of flesh to make her punishable little nipples stick up, erect from the pain and humiliation that Isra didn’t want to admit she was enjoying between her tears.
Becca grabbed and twisted, Isra jolted and screamed.
With both of her hands free, and her face fully fucked-up with bruises Isra fought back desperately again, punching, kicking and raking her little claws into Becca’s bloody tit. None of it did shit. Becca yanked her tits again and again and soon Isra was back to helpless sobbing and convulsing in pain. Becca decided to release Isra’s tits and just let the little loser cry under her for a bit while the winner admired her handiwork.
As Isra’s defeated little body went limp with soft tears and little whimpers leaking out, Becca looked up and stared back at him: “I can’t believe you thought that cxnt would be a challenge. Next time you fuck a whore at least make sure she can put up a fight.”
Then Becca looked back at the tearful little loser, “Let’s see if she fucks better than she fights” Becca grinned as she ran her hands down Isra’s thin muscular body to her tight little pussy, protected only by that thin little lingerie that tore away so easily. Isra twisted and struggled and kicked, afraid that Becca was going to maul her pussy and inflict further pain, but she suddenly convulsed when she felt Becca rubbing her clit instead of simply punishing it. “Cum for me you little bitch” Becca smiled as she ran her other hand under Isra’s throat, ready to resume the choking. As she started to orgasm, Isra began frantically clawing at Becca’s face and tits in a now-familiar and pathetic attempt to fight off her opponent. Becca enjoyed the feeling of that cxnty little gremlin desperately scratching as she sunk her hand deeper into that tight little pussy. The more Isra scratched and sobbed, the harder Becca rammed her hand into Isra’s cxnt, making her muscular little body spasm and twist. Becca was choking her little toy, but not completely: she wanted it to have at least enough air to draw in panicked gasps while cumming into a violent orgasm.
“Stop! I give!” Isra gasped out in desperation in a moment of convulsion as Becca released her throat. Becca could feel her loser’s tight little abs gasping and shaking as she tried to suck in air while being pinned under Becca’s pussy.
Becca looked up at her man: “I thought you said she could take a brutal choke fuck?” Even though Becca had stopped pounding her in the pussy, Isra was still convulsing under her and sobbing audibly as she instinctively tried to roll up in a ball.
Now it was time for that victory cock. Becca got up, jamming one last bitchy stomp into the loser’s gut. Isra was going to be sobbing, helpless, on the ground for a while, and if Becca wanted to make her lick her winning pussy, she would come back to that later. Now it was time to reclaim what belonged to her.
