Once the Russian has delivered her devastating blows on the fat cow's big tits, I loosen my hold around her neck and kick her away.
Then, I immediately attack the fierce Natalie, grabbing her hair and kneeling her between her legs.
-Finally!- I cry out, spinning around while still holding the Russian's hair in my hands and releasing my grip to send her stumbling on the floor. I rush to her, kicking her abs and tits with my army boots. -Take this, cocky slut! I will beat you savagely to the rhythm of my music, since you insulted my dj set!- I wave a hand to my manager, who turns on the console, playing my latest track. I grin and grab Natalie's hair, dragging her on the dance floor.
Anela grabs my hair and I grab her wrists to try to get her hands off my hair. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain between my legs. My legs are like cotton wool and I fall to my knees, pressing my hands between my legs as Anela lets go of my hair. "Oh fuck, you whore, it was a dirty trick!" I still suffer from the pain between my legs when anella kicks my abs. On my knees, I bend down in pain, and at that moment Anela kicks my boobs like a soccer ball. Her heavy boots dig my boobs into my ribs and I fall on my back. I scream loudly in pain: Ahhh, oh no, my boobs.
Luckily for me, Anella didn't finish me now and dragged me to the dance floor. She's still holding my hair, but I get up on my knees and throw an uppercut between her legs. "Hey, bitch, take this!"
