Again they kept each others hands occupied and both also wrestled with their legs to try and get a scissor hold on the other. After a few seconds Emma managed to shimmy her way up Kaya’s body from underneath but was unable to untangle her legs from Kaya’s . Kaya found herself face to face with that same angry nipple from earlier on an was so encouraged by seeing it looking ever so slightly less hard than it was earlier, that she gave it a quick bite.
Emma screamed for the first time in the fight, ‘you dirty little cxnt! you dirty cxnt!’ she exclaimed, to which Kaya only laughed cockily.
That laughter quickly turned to a pained gasp though as Emma thrust the back of her heel into Kaya’s widened crotch, before finally breaking her right hand free and attacking Kaya’s face with a mixture of punches and clawing nails, whilst Kaya again flailed uselessly with her own free hand, doing next to no damage. Thank fuck she can’t punch, thought Emma. Kaya’s left eye had started to puff up and a couple of particularly deep finger marks on her right cheek were dripping blood onto Emma’s bright white bra, where it still almost covered her right tit.
Emma sick of Kaya’s flailing hands, then forced them into a frantic roll and managed to end up on top, sitting on Kaya’s chest, and pinning her arms to the ground, both of her tits now hanging free, her left breast clearly marked where Kaya had bitten it. Trying futilely to reach up and bite it again whilst hopelessly bucking her body and attempting to hook Emma in her legs, Kaya started to tear up a little and Emma could finally sense the the fight quickly leaving her as she became more and more exasperated.
‘Is that all you’re going to do, eh? Sit your fat arse on my tits?’ pouted Kaya.
‘What tits?’ asked Emma shaking her hair and jiggling her own tits in the process. ‘You do have a point though, I would quite like to slap that bitch face again,’ she said before doing exactly that. She then bounced her ass up and down on Kaya’s chest a few times, each time drawing weeping gasps from her opponent whilst also inching further up Kaya’s body until her crotch was pressed right up against Kaya’s chin and her arms were pinned beneath Emma’s knees.
Kaya knew she was defeated, but she couldn’t quite believe it. In her heart of hearts she had always believed that if it came down to it, she would have enough to beat Emma in a fight. She told herself things would have been different if she hadn’t been caught off guard at the start, but that was little consolation now as she lay flat on her back with the denim of Emma’s jeans wedged against her chin and her tits looking every bit as firm and nippy as they had when she had first exposed them earlier.
‘Do you give?’ asked Emma, like she didn’t already know the answer.
‘Yes, okay Emma? You win this time’
‘This time? Bitch if you ever want to do this again, just let me know when, but I would really advise against it. Your career is all in that pretty little bitch face, you’ve not my tits or ass to fall back on and let me tell you I’ve put you out of work for a good few weeks already,’ said Emma smiling.
‘Whatever bitch, you win okay? Now get off me!’ begged Kaya.
‘No. Not just yet I’m afraid. You need to learn your lesson first, now I was going to sit on your face for a bit, just to show you who the real woman here is, but as you were so quick to bite my tit early, i think i might just have to bust your face up with my fist a little bit more. Which would you prefer?’ asked Emma.
‘Put that skanky cxnt anywhere near my face and I swear I’ll bite your fucking clit off, you cxnt!’ yelled Kaya, frantically squirming under Emma’s ass.
Emma just laughed and started firing short right hands in to a screaming Kaya’s face until the only squirming her body was doing was as a result of the tears she was crying. Emma then slid her crotch briefly onto Kaya’s helpless face before standing up, pulling off what remained of her bra and dropping it onto the crying Kaya’s face. ‘A little reminder for you and something to aspire to, I guess’ laughed Emma before strolling slowly into Kaya’s hallway, covering her exposed tits with her coat which she’d left by the door on her way in and taking a slice of the pizza she’d brought up for the apartment’s doorman.
A short while later, a still sobbing Kaya slumped her way into her bathroom to examine the damage. Emma wasn’t wrong, she wouldn’t be doing any work for a good few weeks, two black eyes and a road map of scratches marked her face. Pulling off what remained of her cardigan and her top she examined her left tit which was also badly marked up and she started to cry again as she ran herself a bath.
Emma arrived home feeling pretty fucking satisfied if she did say so herself, already forgetting how much trouble she had been in when caught in Kaya’s scissors. Apart from her tit, she wasn’t too badly marked up and all in all she couldn’t really complain. That is until she saw the river of water escaping from under her bathroom door, which instantly made her want to go and kick Kaya’s ass all over again.
