This pencil-legged Bitch, Roberta, thinks she can just come in here and snatch up the cock I want to fuck? Not happening Olive Oyl !! I'm wearing my regular catfight attire............a pair of black lace crotchless panties that show off my thick mat of dark pussy fur. Roberta and I stand nose to nose, our tits beginning to flatten out from our heaving breasts pushing into one anothers chest. I feel her hardened nipples jousting with my own rigid nipples. Let's do this, Bitch, I shout, as my fists bury themselves deep into Roberta's scalp, twisting my fingers round and round her dark locks to ensure a solid hair-pulling grip. Now, to yank those hairs out by the fucking roots.