Tyra edged herself forward, settling her crotch down upon the face of the woman pinned beneath her. The smothering front facesit in place, she chuckled contemptuously and said, "I guess this proves...as if there were ever any doubt...who is superior to who, right bitch?"
It had been an incredibly savage battle between the two long-time rivals, their statuesque bodies writhing upon the king sized bed as each struggled to control and defeat the other. Now, however, it appeared that absolute victory was mere moments away for Banks, as Charlize seemed helpless beneath her.
But appearances can be deceiving, particularly when one fails to take into account the South African blonde's indomitable will to win.
Blind beneath her foe's groin, Theron staved off panic as she struggled to draw breath. She managed to maintain the presence of mind to bring her legs up; Tyra suspected nothing until the instant when she suddenly found her opponent's calves snared around her throat, jerking her backward. The dusky brunette's yelp was cut off by the dull thud of the back of her skull striking the heavy mahogany headboard of the bed.
In the span of a heartbeat, the tide of battle had just turned.
As Tyra finally snapped out of her stupor, she found herself on her back, with Charlize seated upon her chest, looking back over her shoulder with a sneer at the brunette. "You said something about superiority?" Theron purred. Eyes wide with fear, Banks gasped "Noooo!", but a moment later her angelic features were enveloped by her rival's derriere. Charlize began to grind her hips, pressing her facesit down deeper upon the face of her nemesis. For good/evil measure, she pulled down Tyra's lacy bra and began maliciously pinching and twisting her nipples. Muffled sobs and whimpers were heard as Tyra's motions grew sluggish, until she ceased to move entirely.
"As if there were ever any doubt...!" Charlize cooed, a cocky grin on her lips.
