I should be surprised at how long this fight has lasted, but I'm not. We've shit talked back and forth for weeks before we locked up, and I knew neither of us would walk away easily from this.
"You're still talking' shit too, baby, so don't act all you're all that", I whisper back at you as I try and redesign your lower spine with my arms pumping around you. "Hurt, baby girl? I thought you liked to cuddle...hahahha". I'm talking a storm, but I'm also noticing you lift yourself up and arch your back, like nothing hurts you. We both know what an act you can put on. But with the layer of sweat between our bodies, you easily move up a little higher as you thump those tits back down on mine and I see them a little closer than they were before.
Still locked up nearly head to toe, I force another smirk as I whisper back up at you....."What's you next move now, big girl"?