My pride requires me to fight to the bitter end, and as mauled and tattered as I feel, I can see you look like hell. There is no way this whore with the pancaked tits is better than me. I swivel on my haunches, keeping my leg cocked to kick, as I now am looking right at you. I feel dazed, and flip my drenched hair back yet again, but can plainly see that you are wobbling.
Your eyes wander to Lucky, as do mine, and see him flirting with some wretched dinosaur. More importantly, you are looking at cock and distracted by another rival. Propping myself up on my arms, I gasp and moan, some of it staged, but mostly real. With my leg pulled back I can see that you actually gouged me, you fucking carved me down there! About to curse you, I have to snort a bloody bubble first. I gasp out “looks like Lucky doesn’t want you anymore” and hitch a little closer “he’s getting licked” .
Panting and snorting, I arch my foot, as I wriggle that little bit closer, and aim to spear your scuffed up snatch as you watch Lucky playing with that frizzy haired slut. You can’t keep dancing from my attacks forever, you look like you will fall over in a second, and I lash my foot out like a viper, your dark thatched mound easy for my blurry eyes to focus on. Whatever the throbbing crowd sees, they react with a roar.
