The naughty schoolteacher was out to dinner with her boyfriend when another beautiful woman, a blond gorgeous sexy thirty something who was as vicious a cat fighter as she was, strode to their table and announced with her hands on her hips that the boyfriend was hers. The two women glared at each other across the table, their fists clenched as they prepared for battle.
“If you want to keep him you’ll have to beat me, you dumb cxnt!” she snarled at the naughty schoolteacher. The two women looked like a million dollars in their tight skirts and low cut blouses.
The restaurant patrons were stunned as the two women began to fight, their fists flying as they exchanged blow after blow. The men went wild, cheering on the fighters as they battled for dominance. The women also watched lustily, eyeing each other, curious if they had what it took to be cat fighters of this magnitude.
As the fight wore on, both women lost their blouses and skirts, their bodies glistening with sweat as they fought in their sheer stockings and sexy high heels. The naughty schoolteacher was determined to win, and she fought with everything she had.
In the end, it was the naughty schoolteacher who emerged victorious. She stood over her opponent, triumphant, as the other woman lay defeated on the ground.
But the naughty schoolteacher was not done yet. She dragged her opponent to her feet by the hair and slapped her back and forth across the face as she shook her like a rag doll. Then she tore off her stockings, tying her hands together with one and stuffing the other one in her mouth while her boyfriend looked on, so hard he couldn’t get up out of his chair. She then dragged her dazed rival through the kitchen, ignoring the whoops and catcalls of the staff as she threw her into the dumpster in the back, the beaten woman’s gorgeous legs and sexy high heels sticking straight up in the air. She returned to her seated boyfriend and sucked his rock hard cock until he exploded, splashing a huge load of semen in her face and hair.
The restaurant was in chaos, the patrons stunned at what they had just witnessed. But the naughty schoolteacher didn't care. She had thoroughly beaten and humiliated her opponent. She sexually claimed her man as hers and hers alone and she had proven herself to be a force to be reckoned with. “If any of your bitches want some of this,” she crowed to the titillated crowd of men looking on, “tell them to put on their stockings and heels and come get some! I’ll be waiting!”
She sauntered out of the restaurant arm and arm with her boyfriend, the sound of her heels clicking on the tiled floor
