Ok folks, this is part 2:
Kim19jung:
As I walk away, I look at Emily and her MINIONS: Ewa, Natalia, Leslie, Pixie, Kaaterin, Barbara, and many others of that gang look at me as they see me out from the porch ….as if I was from another planet or something as Emily throws me out…some guys giving me the thumbs up though, The Quarterback looks at me with a big smile and he bites his lower lip as he mimic’s a gesture that says “CALL ME” …..some girls like Justine and guys that are outside smoking saying ”you got her girl, you won” and then this bitch Nikki saying with an amused smile as I go past her in the driveway of the house…”she whooped your tiny ass, you lost you Asian fuck”….and I just show her my middle finger to say “FUCK YOU” as I get out of the house finishing my text message and heading for my car right away… I open the trunk and slip on some flops I have there luckily and I head a few miles away to that park where I am sure no one will stop us from fighting until I knock you out…this place well know when we were young for kids going there to settle their feuds and fight it out after school…
This time it’s gonna be a serious fight..I am fully intending on settling this, on finishing this, you have been a thorn in my side all my life, since I am 6 years old and it’s going to come to an end tonight, it is going to be the end of that feud between us….my clothes are wet, I smell like daiquiri, I get to the rendezvous point and I know you know where it is since we both were there a few years ago as we traded fisticuffs back then, before someone broke us apart, my nose bloody, we never got the chance to finish this back then but tonight we will…I swear that…I am almost crying out of rage….so angry, so pissed, thinking this is it…I then see lights in between the trees, knowing someone is parking her car in the parking lot…..yt
Mishrocks95:
I slide the iPhone back into my pocket, knowing my response will both delight and enrage you. Kreuser Park---THAT sure brings back memories. I remember that wild fistfight we had when we younger---good thing that got broken up too---good thing for you, that is. Leaving the bathroom, I say my goodbyes, thanking Emily for inviting me and apologizing, and looking for Marissa, who has my car keys. The guys swarm around again---You kicked her ASS, Mish! and Keep your hands up higher next time pepper me as I make my way through the crowd. Marissa gives me a look---she knows exactly what's about to happen---just intuition, but she knows us both, and it's clear to her that whatever was started tonight will also be finished.
It's a short drive to the park, and I cruise in with the hi-beams on---there's only one other car in the lot---a Hyundai, of course. Parking, I kill the engine, and then remove my rings, placing them in the glove compartment. I run a brush through my hair quickly, wincing a bit because of the catty little hairpulling tantrum you had. I unwrap a piece of sugarless HubbaBubba and pop it in my mouth, and then, placing only the car key in my pocket, I leave the car and follow the path to the clearing that I know oh so well. I stop at the crest of the hill. A moderate size clearing below, grassy, bordered by woods on two sides, a mulched planting area on a third, and a small brook in the rear. You'd need to know it was here---
the path ends and you have to travel through a little wooded patch to get here. It's almost a full moon, and with no clouds, the orbiting satellite bathes the area in a bright blue light. I scan, and see someone---you of course---pacing, impatiently waiting for me, now and then looking up to the top of the hill. Even at this distance, I can tell that our eyes have met---and they're locked on. I descend the hill and make my way to the grassy part...my mouth is dry---the Hubba Bubba helps keep it moist, though, and I feel my heart pounding. I've waited more than half my life for this chance---and I approach with a mixture of excitement and fear. yt
Kim19jung:
Your text was clear, it seems we both want this, I am somewhat surprised you will do this, always thought of you as a coward, when we fought here years ago, you had your gang with you and we had agreed on one friend and you had many people present just in case to have your back and many of your friends intervened, getting me off you a few times on the ground and that’s when you suckered punched me in the nose and bloodied it when people were breaking us apart….I am patiently waiting for you, I know it is you when I see the lights of the car…..I lost my earring earlier in the fight at the rich brat’s mansion and as I see you coming down the hill, I kick my flops to go barefoot….my eyes locked on you…I start to unbutton my blouse or what’s left of it and I roughly take it up to the sides…this is not a fight between teens now with horny 16 yo watching, this is woman vs. woman or I should say woman (me) to fucking ugly looking/piss smelling/sloppy second/diesel smelling hair/scum of the earth stupid skank (YOU MISH) and I now stand only with my bra and short skirt….
My white lace bra, 34B tits barely hidden underneath the bra, standing high and proud on my chest, my thick puffed nipples with half dollar size and puffy tips areolas sticking through the soft fabric of the bra….my tiny size 5 feet on the slightly dusty sparsely growing grass….my upper body sporting some red welts at the ribs from your earlier punches…. But this time I am ready to take you on and finish this….”COME ON FUCKING BITCH, GET HERE ALREADY AND FIGHT ME ONCE AND FOR ALL..FUCKING COWARD…..” YT
mishrocks95:
As I make my way down the small hill, I see you start to get ready---kicking off your Wal-Mart 99-cent flip-flops and unbuttoning your Good Will top, tossing it to the side. Looking objectively at you as I near, you, standing barefoot only in your bra and a short skirt, you aged well---your body appears tight and fit, and I can obviously tell you're pretty serious about your workouts. I enter the grassy area, eyes still locked on yours, chewing my Hubba Bubba. Slowing my stride, but still moving, I kick off one Chuck Taylor, then the other. Still walking, I peel off my top and toss it over onto the mulch. But I don’t stop there, bitch. I am proud of this little bangin' body. My thumb goes to my waistband,
and I slip the top button through its hole, then follow down with the other ones. Slowing, I allow the shorts to simply slide down my legs, collecting in a small pool at my feet, and I step out of them, grabbing them with my toes and tossing them to the side too. There, facing you, donned in only my bright red lacey bra and matching panties, I run a hand through my long chestnut brown hair and stretch for a moment. Arms out to the side, small circles with my shoulders, and then I place my hands on my hips, never breaking eye contact. "Anything you want to say, slut before we start? Namely, what CAN'T I do to you?" yt
Kim19jung:
I tie my pony tail together with an elastic band to get my hair out of my face…. watch you as you start to get your clothes off, obviously a very natural gesture for you as I know half the football team that was present there is familiar with your body either through you hiding in their locker rooms or through the ticket dispenser at the door of your dorm room, you know those tickets to give out at the meat counter for your number when you wait for service….and certainly not scared of facing you like this, my only fears are to get a disease or get dirty but I am already dirty thanks to you and your drink that you threw at me at the mansion ….so I just wiggle out of my skirt and step out of it to throw it to the side also…..
I then stand there, arms folded, looking at you stretch as if this is the fucking UFC fight night…”why the fuck are you stalling you bitch?...” I say as you talk about rules or something…and then I add ”this is a fight….bitch...a fight is a fight…this is over when it’s settled….believe me...you will know when I am done with you” and with that I start to circle slowly, hands up, fists balled, tiny hands forming little round fists almost with my pink painted fingernails, same as my toes…soles of my feet now dusty and slightly dirty from sliding on the grass with the sun setting earlier, a thin layer of wetness on the sparsely grassed clearing….. my chin tucked to my chest… showing you I am ready to fight….my long dark hair behind me and now tied into a tight pony tail….yt
Mishrocks95:
I smirk as you wiggle out of your skirt---well, not wiggle really, PRY yourself out is probably more accurate---wondering if I should get you a shoe-horn---or maybe some baby oil or something---to help you get that skirt off. "Maybe just one trip up in the dining hall from now on, Kimmy..." I offer, trying my hardest to keep my smirk from breaking into a smile. Watching me stretch a bit, your arms folded impatiently, you toss off taunts and threats at me, accusing me of stalling, and then refusing to indicate whether there were any rules to this battle. Fine, Kim, just continue being the mega-menstrual bitch that you are---it will make it much easier for me to destroy someone who rejects all notions of civility.
Your hands go up and you adopt a fighting stance, slowly starting to circle me, and I do the same---hands up, semi-fisted, knees bent. We've fought before---I know of your martial arts background---I know how brutal you can be---you'll do anything---ANYTHING---to win. And girls who have lost to you---well, you can take one look at them, even a month after the fight, and know that they've been in a fight with you. I know---you are one...tough...bitch. But then again, so am I. As usually the smaller of the girls fighting, I've had to become more creative and faster if I want to win. And I want to win! Subtly chewing my gum, I blow a little bubble as we approach each other cautiously, fists ready, my 32C's bouncing a bit as I keep my body moving.
Closing in, now only a few feet separating us, I step in quickly, both hands firing out and forward---waiting for you to respond---just checking, testing you, as I pull them back quickly, making no contact with you---yet. Yt
Kim19jung:
We both start to circle each other, fists raised and the lighting of the full moon allows us good vision and I remember that fight still a few years ago and the bloody nose you had given me then…I remember the thunder in your fists…..I also know and have seen you fight here and elsewhere and you’re a bitch clearly in a fight….but so am I and finally we will settle this feud between us, I will finally get the hurt you with no one intervening here…..my toned legs are tensing up, calves bulging, quads tensing up as we move around slowly….I back off one step when you feint….
Then I come back, circling patiently but really keeping my eyes on you…..weary of you and some tricks…. Then I snap a left jab aimed at your face and I dart back right away…back pedaling some….and then I circle you patiently…. My hands bob and weave some, my chin is tucked to my chest… left foot leading, elbows tight to my body….hands feinting…my left foot lifts up in the air slightly to show I will kick probably and then my left comes again with a straight shot aimed at your face….trying to leverage the kick feint…my right hook coming right away for your left cheek yt
mishrocks95
You step back at the feint
You step back at the feint, looking a little perturbed that I started out playing a bit. Your anger seems to give you focus. You step back in, resuming your circling---I watch your hands and feet---you're as dangerous with your kicks as you are with your hits, I watch you bob and weave, trying to draw me in...your foot starting to rise---slightly and slowly---I eye it, but---you wouldn't be so blatant, I think. And as I try and analyze your moves, like lightning, your left fist flies out, straight as an arrow, knuckles targeting my face. I try and dodge, moving my head to left---mistake, as your right hook arcs in and tags my cheek, snapping my head to the right. I manage to remain in place, wincing a bit at impact, but taking advantage of your 1-2 combination, both hands out and away from your body, so I step in, leading with my right foot, right hand blazing at you, hoping I can slam my fist into your left side, maybe bruise a rib or two if I'm lucky. Yt
Kim19jung:
It seems my initial attack is fruitful as my feint with my left kick, my annoying left jab and then that right hook that connects hard with the side of your face with a thundering but satisfying impact at my knuckles and then your face that snaps to the side is a sight to see…but your feet don’t even move as you take my shot to the face and you come right back as you step inside me with a huge right at my ribs…my left elbow too late to get down to block the punch and I wince in pain, my left hand slightly down…ughhhh..a small grunt escaping my pursed lips….I feel the hard impact of your little fist on my ribs…it hurts but I know it will hurt tonight and….
My pony tail flies and whips as your punch lands but my right fist is gone flying too though as you step into me and I aim it at your belly and then my left hand still low comes up from the low position it had when I failed to block your rib shot …into an uppercut aimed at your chin or mouth area as you step inside me and I stand my ground too, ready to go toe to toe with you as we’re both eager to fight it out right here…right there yt
Mishrocks95:
Loving the feel of my fist slamming into your side, able to feel my knuckles against your ribs, I am rewarded with a barely inaudible grunt that escapes your lips---my indication that the punch did as it was intended to do. But I've fought you enough to know that a shot in the first couple of moves during a fight with you is no harbinger of things to come. You're way too tough for that, and for every move or plan I think of to attack you with, you're usually even a step ahead of that. So, I have no delusions that you won't respond immediately to this shot, and of course I'm right. So, I stay close, releasing my fist into you, and stepping in even more, our bodies inches apart. My right hand pulling back from you now, my left locked and loaded, ready to fire.
But I have no time to use it---like lightning, as if the shot to your ribs had been merely a mosquito landing on you, you roar back---your right fist comes straight ahead at my belly--the landing is solid and accurate, but our proximity to each other hadn't given you too much range of motion, so although it lands, it almost feels like more of a push than a punch. But you're always full of tricks, and just as the right lands, your left roars up from below, sailing through the small space between our bodies, brushing against my arms on its way to my chin. Thank God it brushed against my arms, which possibly slowed it; even with that interference, your left snaps my head up and back, my teeth clattering together at the impact.
That one hurt, dammit, but I try to keep the pain under wraps---I can't let you think you've already started to do damage. The uppercut makes me move back a bit---not by choice---and I try to respond quickly. As you've just shot out both of your arms, you'll need a few second to regroup, so my left flies out, arcing in from the side, trying to draw your guard that way, while my right also moves out, but I try to bring it around your head instead, to the back of your neck, drawing you in, wanting to bend you a bit and jack my right knee up in the process, hoping the quick move from boxing to---well, whatever this is, will catch you off guard. yt
fKim19jung:
The butterflies I had in my stomach are gone, those butterflies and that nervous energy and anxiety almost prior to this and the shaking almost of my hands and the pounding of my heart back at the mansion, in front of everyone and driving here, waiting for you here in the secluded woods of the big empty park…all that is gone, there is just me and you...childhood rivals, bitter rivals in high school and now in college….always hated each other’s guts to the core….. My right hand tags your tummy, I can feel the abs as my tiny knuckles hit your flesh but mostly muscles and my left hand is almost scott’s free to your chin except for a little graze at your arm and I see your head snap high and your hair flying some….and you go back a bit and create some separation but not a lot
as my head ducks in reflex with my head turning left as I see your left hand fly high…and then your right hand grabs at the back of my neck….I am tricked by your move as you grab with both your hands the back of my neck…my arms come back in front of me as I want to fire with both of them on your open torso now, feeling I might have an opportunity….But your knee is up and even if it slightly grazes my left forearm on it’s way up…. it still tags me hard just under the chest…ughhhh…..my feet stumble and I can feel the hard knee, my eyes shutting from the pain for half a second…
it hurts, but I try to forget the pain and the hard breathing you instantly created but the opportunity is still there for me with you open like that and my right fist flies out for your left tit area…a short hook aimed at your nipple area that my squinting eyes form the pain see with my head still slightly down…..my right then still slightly inside of you comes up for a short but hopefully on target uppercut for your vulnerable chin...doubling up the right hand to mix things up…..trying to misguide you and also because my left forearm is between us ready to block any other knee attempts and I try to straighten my neck and upper body…my forehead leading forward towards your face to stay close….my breathing is hard, my ribs and stomach hurting but I keep pressing, as I always knew that a real fight with you would be like this….YT
Mishrocks95:
As you focus on my left arcing in from the side, I am able to bring my right up and curl my fingers around the back of your neck, taking advantage of the feint, and pull you closer and down---certainly not doubled over---your abs are too strong for only my right hand to bring you down that far---but enough so that your chest is taking up the small space between our bodies, and enough so that as my knee roars up, brushing by your left forearm, it nicely slams into your tummy, right below your ribs. My left drops back down, ready to be the number 2 in a 1-2 combination. As my knee connects, I feel your body shudder at the impact, and you stumble a bit. Your breath shoots out---some anyway, and immediately I hear you struggle to regulate your breathing.
Even suffering as you are, you still fight back---your right hand flying up again in the little canyon between our two hard bodies, my left down and ready, just waiting for you to counter, and moving fast to try and intercept it. My palm slams down on your fist as it rockets up, aborting whatever attack you may have had planned. But you sneaky bitch, you simply reload that damned right and fire again---with my palm still on it! As I was not expecting this, my left simply goes along for the ride, up to the top floor, as once again your right slams into the bottom of my chin---my flattened left hand making first contact, and again my head snaps back. I stagger back from you a step, shaking my left a bit, and watch you start to straighten up---slowly, as its evident that your ribs and stomach are still smarting from the knee. I come back fast and hard, as you straighten, this time punching down with my right, coming in from the side, hoping to connect with your left cheek before you're fully straightened (and thus taller than me again!) yt
Kim19jung:
The impact of your knee is still there but my right fist is flying and firing away…your left hand that I thought would grab my head but you left it short earlier is now blocking my right to your chest and as I recoil and already committed to the 2nd right, and even if your left hand was in the way….my fist tags your chin for the 2nd time in a short while as I hope this will eventually have an impact….but your right hand is busy too and as I straighten some, my chin still tucked to my chest though, your right lands squarely and my face snaps to my right side with my pony tail flying….UGHHHH…there is a loud echo in the small woods from the impact of your fist on my skin….that familiar sound of fist hitting flesh square on….. I still press some and tuck my chin to my chest and drive forward my forehead for your face, not a head butt just getting it in your face as I try to stay close as my left hand fires at the same time as your right arm might still be high form your earlier punch at my face ….aiming those ribs of yours with 2 short left hooks, aiming at the ribs that i see sticking out from your toned torso as my head is down and we struggle….trying to push the punches hard and fast I hope... as I try to stay real close to you with my head down like this and charging…. The sting of your earlier punch on my face coming now, about a second or two after the punch as obviously you pack some power in that petite frame….YT
Mishrocks95:
Another right fist to your pretty face, snapping your head to the right, and my expectation is that you'll stagger, or step back, or yell out, or drop...but other than a groan at impact, you still keep coming at me---what a fit, toned fighter you are. This sense, for the first time, concerns me that maybe, just possibly, I may have made a bad decision agreeing to fight you---I could get seriously wrecked by this tough bitch. Keeping us close, you keep your chin ticked, to avoid being stupid like me and allowing two uppercuts to rock my head back---and you press into me, forehead in my face, bent over enough that I can see the top of your head---at 5'2", a sight I don't often get from anyone.
But keeping your head down allows you to focus on my lower body, and THWACK! THWACK! two short left hooks into my ribs, fast, one after the other. My eyes scrunch closed for a moment as the pain registers on my face. You're still tucked in, below and pressing into me, so I don’t think you saw that, but clearly you must have heard the UUUNHFH! after each shot. I stand my ground, though, even though I know going toe-to-toe with you will probably ultimately get me wrecked. Right now, we seem pretty even in exchanging blows. Your left having fired two into me, I move my left over to your right, grabbing your wrist for a second just to contain it while my right, clenched, fires up at you---your chin still tucked in, but that's not my mark, hoping I can blast my fist into your mouth. Yt
Kim19jung:
The impact and sound of my two short but stinging no doubt, left hooks right on those bony ribs of yours that stick out of your toned but petite body, is music to my ears. My forehead is pressing into your face, trying to drive you back…suddenly I feel your right hand grabbing for my left hand and I try to pull it higher and away from your grip at the same time as your right hand fires an uppercut that hits me on my lips that were thinned by the strain and effort…… my head snaps up, I can feel the top of my head in your face, pony tail flies….It stings like hell…..my eyes close shut for a second…… I can feel the impact on my lips and teeth a bit…..
My right hand is free as I had wedged it earlier from the grip of your left and I grab at your hair at the top of your head as I try to hold on more so…. The pain on my lips very intense and I Pull down with my right hand as I take a half step back almost a stumble in fact….my left hand flies into a hook aiming at the side of your head and for your temple area to keep you busy….but my real goal is that right knee that I try to drive into your gut as hard as I can, pulling down on your head and hair as I try to punish for earlier…..as I can taste blood in my mouth, my teeth tainted red no doubt from either a cut lip or a nick inside my mouth….my eyes teary as you drew first blood here like you did a few years ago when one of our fights was stopped before the end….knowing this will be the hardest fight of my life…..yt
Mishrocks95:
As my right rockets up at you, I feel my fist connect with that smug mouth of yours---the mouth that launched a thousand insults and probably a hundred fights. How fitting that, for a brief moment anyway, I can shut it up and maybe do it a little damage. My knuckles connect with your lips, and almost instantly, they penetrate, and I can feel you teeth slip along my skin as the fist moves upward, snapping your head back. The feel makes me squeamish for a second---certainly I want to shut and beat you up---it's not my intention to knock teeth out. But your quick responses tell me I have nothing to worry about---lost or broken teeth would have resulted in a massive physical response---I don't care HOW tough you are. Without a thought,
your right hand frees itself and grabs my hair, pulling my head down, as I did to you earlier, and before I can respond, your left hand tags me in my temple, my head WANTING to snap to the left, but you're holding it in place by my hair, so it absorbs the impact rather than going with it, and, as it's the third blow to my head in the last five minutes, it makes me reel a bit. I stagger to the left and drop to my knees, only able to because you had already bent me over, and I see a blur of your knee shoot up, tagging my left shoulder as I stumble to the ground. Kneeling in front of you, off a bit to the side, I am in trouble. My hair still in your grip, I know a kick is imminent,
so I lunge at you, wrapping my arms around your knees, my hands curling around the backs of your knees, and I gouge at you, nails sinking into the backs of your knees as I pull them toward me, hoping to bring you to yours as well. Yt
Kim19jung:
My left hook rocks you to the side of the head obviously as you go down in a heap on your knees, realizing that these consecutive head shots have taken their tolls on you and my right knee gets you in the shoulder instead of directly in the gut but still my attack is very fruitful….I am still holding on to your hair and my vision of you being knocked out or down is fairly short lived as you lunge for the back of my legs, I try to bring my legs back but you get a good hold of my left leg and I feel your nails digging in, your grip at my right leg not settled in completely and I am bent in two over you a bit, on my heels, trying to fight your attempt to take me to my back… and my right hand that was at the top of your head drags on your head and I try to pull your head to your left a bit, to jerk it sideways and open up your face… as at the same time my left hook comes again for the side of your jaw with a blow where I put all behind it to try and tag the side of the jaw hard with that descending blow…..my weight coming down on it as hard as I can and trying to hit you there again I hope as your hands and arms are busy at my legs….
Then my balance goes completely as you had me on my heels and I feel myself falling on my back my right hand pulls at your head as hard as I can…my left hand ready to join my right hand as I try to pull you with me…UGHHHHH..landing on my back in the wet grassy and dusty clearing, my left arm looking for your head to try and capture it into a front headlock to keep you close to me…my right leg opening not to be fully mounted….my teeth gritting, pink and red tainted teeth as you opened up a light cut inside my mouth…..yt
Mishrocks95:
My talons sink into to the backs of your knees---the left one fully engaged, feeling my nails drill in through your skin, burrowing in, attacking the muscle and tendons that allow it to bend and straighten. My right grip is more tenuous, as you were able to move that leg back a bit before I could latch on. No nails digging in there, just a pull, trying to make your knee buckle. You fight it, refusing to go down, rocking back on your heels. Your right hand still entangled in my hair, you jerk my head to the side and down, exposing my face, smashing your left fist into it. I feel the inside of my cheek collide with my teeth, and instantly the salty, coppery taste in my mouth means I'm going to be spitting out blood soon. Your fist came
straight down on me, your body weight behind it, and in addition to blood, my tendency would be to drop---but you continue to hold me up by my hair. Well, until YOU can longer stand, toppling over on to your back, dragging me with you, my hair in your hand. A grunt springs from your mouth as you hit hard on your back, my body landing almost directly on top of yours, adding to the pain. Still unstoppable, you shoot out your left hand, trying to grab my head or neck, groping at me, your fingers and palm sliding over my firm 32Cs as you attempt to grab my neck while on your back. I feel you move your right leg to the side, no doubt so I cannot straddle you.
That works perfectly. Laying on you, my right side pressing into your abs, right hand still in my hair, I jam my open right hand between your legs, cupping your kitty through your thin panties, wedging my index finger in, poking into the material trying to push it into you, already feeling some moistness on your crotch. My left hand lifts and then quickly comes down, trying to slam my forearm into your chest right above your breasts. Yt
Kim19jung:
You fall down on top of me after I hit you with a serious left near your jaw again, loving the impact that left hand had on you and that allows me to set up my front headlock really tight my bicep around your head, my left forearm coming back and after touching your erect nipples and tits I nudge it tight into your throat but my body starts to wiggle and squirm on the ground….as your right hand is in between my legs and I feel you cupping my kitty….. and then your left forearm slams down on my upper chest..UGHHHHHHH……I grunt in pain as it revives my hard breathing again….This angers me though and I send two short right fist for the left side of your ribs, knowing you can’t see this now
and then my right hand joins my left hand underneath your neck and I squeeze with all I have with my arms and as I feel your right hand in between my legs….I try to shift and swing my body to my left and therefore your right side to trap your hand and put more pressure on your neck as I turn the front headlock into a sort of guillotine choke…..the weight of the side of my body on your neck and head with my arms trapping your neck and throat there….my right thigh hops slightly over your body sideways and hoping this will stop or slow down your attack to my kitty as I try to trap your right hand and arm like this and know also this type of choke can be quick to make damage of make someone pass out…my right tit out in the open…..a big redness on my chest just above my tits form your earlier forearm….my mouth and teeth still tainted red….tears of rage and pain running down my cheeks…. Wanting to really hurt your neck right now….. YT
MishRocks: As I lift my left arm menacingly over you, I feel your left finally curl around my neck, starting to wrap itself and press into my throat. I respond my slamming my forearm straight down, crashing into your chest, hearing you groan and immediately start to wheeze and puff again. My right hand continues to burrow into you, pushing your panties into you with my index finger, the surrounding fingers turning inward, nails exposed, as I start to gouge at flesh around your kitty, sinking my claws in and twisting. My own breathing starts to become affected by your hold around my neck, furthered as you bring your right hand in and punch me twice in the ribs---unexpected, sharp jabs that elicit a groan each time and make me wince.
Your right hand then slides up my body and joins your left, and I feel the pressure around my neck increase even more, then significantly so as your hip pivots and you roll us a quarter turn---me now on my right side, hand still burrowed between your leg, claws attacking, but my head and neck are sandwiched between your arms, now exacerbated with the weight of your body pressing down on me. Breathing now is my priority as the hold you have is crushing my neck and all I can take in are tiny whisps of breath as I fight to suck in air. I feel you drape your leg over my hip, and the pressure between your legs grows a little. But my hand is well worked in now, clawing, mtc
flexing at you, one finger rubbing your swollen clit, the friction of the wet panty fabric stimulating you as my index finger moves slowly and purposefully back and forth, rubbing, an occasional flick, caressing, feeling you get wetter with each flex, while my other 4 fingers tear into your flesh and gouge at you. I can't even cough, the pressure on my neck tremendous, not only air, but blood being reduced to my brain. Needing to move quickly to avoid horrible consequences, I ball my left fist, and , since both of your hands are occupied, slam it quickly three times into your face, trying to hit your eye if possible---but anywhere will do, and then slide it down to YOUR throat, clenching it with my fingers and squeezing. Yt
Kim19jung:
I have you in my grip, the choke is applied with total skill and to the perfection as my left forearm is into your throat and my right hand and left hand pulling hard and squeezing while my weight is resting sideways on your head is no doubt a matter of seconds before you choke out or let go……I can feel it, I know it…..I got you….finally I think….. but that’s not knowing you well enough I guess as you still have some fight in you and you go crazy and desperate almost….your right hand is really busy and I feel a mixture of strange pleasure and intense pain as you not only flick one finger in but also use those sharp nails…..my right leg is dangling over you….I know I can’t take this much longer…. That’s why I squeeze with all I have….
Then your free left fist aims at my face…I turn my head to the side, my eyes wide open as I see the tiny fist coming……UGHHHHH….UGHHHHHHH……the first one hits me in the right eye and the second hits my forehead and the third the top of my head as I turned my head and lifted it to try and avoid the worst, knowing your position to punch is awkward but I feel those thunderous fists still and my goal right on is to hold on to your neck and throat…still squeezing and using my weight….thinking it’s a matter of seconds maybe….as my pussy can’t take much more of this and I so want to put you out right here right now, willing to try and take the chance to ride it out…and I squeeze with all I got when your hand goes to my neck and I gag but still squeeze a few more seconds…hoping this will be it or I will be in big trouble….my eyes closing in pain….yt
Mishrocks85:
My throat sandwiched between your arms, your body weight atop me, pressing down, digging into neck, crushing my trachea…So little….so little blood able to pass…I am feeling light-headed, tired….so tired…thinking of the fight…you, calling me out….embarrassing me in the mansion, in front my friends….so cocky….need to….I need….to….show……..you… My grip tightens around your neck, pushing with my last bits of strength, my fingers clawing into your throat, thumb jammed into your trachea….my eyelids starting to drop……sucking in air…..head, throbbing…..my right hand, nails drilling into your tender flesh, twisting my hand sharply, gouging deeper….abandoning the attempt to distract you, all my fingers now sloshing in and around your kitty ..mtc
……..so tired……..eyelids dropping yt.
Kim19jung:
I know I have you and I can feel your body slacking a bit, I can sense it but I am gagging and choking as your hand and nail in my throat is bothering me a great deal….my eyes are wide shut as you dig your nails, my neck is open and vulnerable…. My guillotine choke seems to be working, my arms are tired though….your right hand in my pussy is really bothering me even more…my left heel slides on the dirt…my right leg dangling in the air and slightly draped over your body………my concentration to keep my hold and ride things out starts to weaken and I start to lose focus…..you’re such a fucking nasty bitch I think to myself….
I need to get that hand out of there and I decide to roll us again and try to roll to my left more and therefore try to get on top of you but in doing so, I lose my grip on your head slightly, my left forearm slipping from your throat and I use my left hand to try and grab at your right arm or wrist….as I try to straddle you, keeping my upper body draped to yours, lying on me and breathing heavily….just concentrating on getting that right hand of yours out of there….while my right hand fishes for your left wrist….I need to breath I think to myself.. my chest heaving up and down and my tummy too…resting my body and tummy on top of yours…my hair cascading loosely and draping both our faces almost as my face is right next to yours…..
“fucking..fucking bitch…I hate…hate you” I say breathing hard in your ear…our tits touching, my left tit out of the cup…..”GIVE UP BITCH!...YOU DONE?” YT
Part 3 and the finale to come, who is going to win, put your bets on the table folks1
