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Our red tits crush together, you grab my hands. Arms over our heads we struggle trying to get the upper hand. Neither of us gaining a real advantage you start to swing your tits at mine. I rotate my shoulders in the opposite direction. The sides of our breasts smack against each other then push past their rival. My tits on fire from all of the smacks. I grimace a bit but don’t stop swinging my tits at yours.
Straining as my body presses into yours not knowing how much longer I can hold this. I hear you give up and a relief goes through my body. I immediately let go and turn around rubbing my battered tits. I stumble back to the middle of the room and turn to you still rubbing my tits. Breathing heavy I try to stand up straight.
Glaring at you walk up. Still massaging my breasts. Hearing you congratulate me. I smirk, “that’s right I told you my tits we’re better…bitch”
Breathing heavy not expecting your attack I’m thrown completely off guard. Our bodies smack together while my back slams into the wall. Confused I try to push off but your grab my wrists. Arms at my side, they push my tits together and outward. “What the fuck?”