Sucking in my breath, I brace myself for more pain, with the thought that you will be feeling much, much worse. When I hear you bleat out a renewed challenge, I just want to tear your tits off. I see your hand high, going to latch onto my boob, and in reply both my hands claw your heavy hangers and heave them at your face, trying to smash them into that ugly mug and topple you backwards with your own tits. I arch up, looming over you, feeling you starting to go over backwards, as your other hand digs in low, into my damaged twat.
My involuntary stiffening and shudder actually helps me shove you back, as I rise up, while shoving your boobs into your chin, and I feel you flop back , me coming down with a thud atop you, although I scream about your nails carving my pussy Trying to use my own bulk to stop that awful gouging, I urgently try to feed you your own breasts, as I flomp onto you heavily.
The camera crew, hired not only to film but to incite, yell out, one saying “Cmon Linda, Nessa already got two bonuses, for your ripping off your top and bottom first. Show us something”. Even in my pained straining, my mind goes into overdrive….yeah, I can get a milking bonus, a plucking bonus, and a spanking bonus….and will get recovery time while I torture her! Unfortunately, the distraction doesn’t last, and the pain from your mauling is intense.
I see the undersides of your boobs, with their stretch marks, as I splay them upwards, and dig deeply into those them, using them as a guide for my nails. "Eat these sloppy jugs, you pig"