I wait upstairs in the bedroom and hear a low bustle of chatter and noise downstairs, as I decide how I want to pose in my red catsuit. My heels are still on, they make my legs longer and more elegant, and I hate to concede any more height to the German bitch. Well, I'll kick them off once we get going, we will be on the bed for the most part anyhow. I am looking forward to kicking her downstairs when we are done, for the folks we invited to ogle and stare. We have had many fights, but none where we were alone to claw it out. The thrill of public celebration will exist, but as long as we are fighting, it will be just Anne and I.
I reflect on the history of our battles, more in my favor than hers and wonder what drove me to ask her to meet me again. We don't really have a hateful feud, more an intense need to show the other who is best. Anne had been indisposed for a while, and I reached out to ask how she was, and we conversed, and my typically kind intentions morphed. My desire to scratch her, spank her, maul her and more just crept in and multiplied as I realized she was ok, and actually twitching for action. Instead of feeling compassionate towards her, I wanted to knock her down and stand on her tits!
So here we are, with a roomful of people downstairs, myself all primed to go, as according to our arrangements we will fight upstairs till the winner is done, and will then roll the loser downstairs somehow, and show how she is the decisive victor. I hear loud exclamations, shouts of "she is here" and then, heels on the steps. We had agreed that there would be no 'working the crowd' or interactions with the 'guests' till the battle was over. No frills or toys till then, it will be Anne and I proving who is the best woman. Those footsteps are taking a long while to get upstairs.
great start :-*
Love the start
Like the sound of how this is going to work
Can't wait for the action
I was out of action for a long time due to a chronic illness, but one day I came back and got an overview of what was happening in the forum.
I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw a post in which Linda asked about me.
Not that I had a feeling of hatred associated with her name, but it still surprised me.
Contact was quickly re-established and our rivalry was back immediately.
And it was clear from the start that we would fight each other again.
Yes, Linda has a positive record against me. But it is not set in stone and what was to stop me from changing it?
So we arranged a fight.
Dirty, mean, woman against woman.
The loser was to be brought before the witnesses waiting in the living room to prove her defeat.
And right now I'm climbing the stairs.
My heels click on the steps.
Istop for a second in front of the bedroom door, take a deep breath, push down the door handle and go in.
Our eyes meet immediately.
I turn around in my white catsuit, close the door behind me and look at you.
: I jump, not from alarm, but the release of all doubt that this encounter will place. As the door opens, and Anne steps in, I take a long moment to look her up and down. As she pivots to close the door, I see her side profile, and the dark tips of her breasts peeking out. Politely, I inform her how glad I am for us to meet again, my mouth curling into a sneer as I finish. I watch her glance around my bedroom, and somehow, that sets me off.
My bedroom, where my husband and I sleep, and she is looking at it as if she might conquer this territory. Like any possessive female dog, my hackles rise. I never expected this reaction from myself from having my space invaded. Her scent mingling with my perfumes, the fact that her knee touches my bed and she is wearing that sleazy white outfit. Am glad Tim is away on one of his fishing trips, as I will rid our room of all traces of this interloper before he comes back.
"So you flashed your cooch to everyone downstairs while you clunked up the stairs, right Anne? They will have an even better view of it when you go down. Do you need a moment to collect yourself, or to discuss anything, because if not, I am going to start slapping you silly". My knee goes on the bed, then the other, and as I pull my heels off, I hitch towards the middle of our battlefield. There will be no sneak attacks, as the king size bed will require some shuffling before we get to grips. Wham, wham, I throw my heels past your side, announcing to our guests that things are beginning.
I look around.
In this room, the old woman is doing it with her hubby.
She lets me into her most holy place.
Does it make her feel more secure?
I don't care, I'll defeat her in her own territory too, take away her pride and humiliate her.
I stand in front of the bed, hear your biting mockery and look at you and then reply:
"Darling, have you already looked at yourself in the mirror?!
I'm sure your labia are hanging out of your catsuit.
The milk is sloshing loudly back and forth in your hanging udders.
But to make the whole thing a little prettier, I'd like to decorate your tits with the red pattern of my fingernails and pull the greasy flaps of your femininity long,"
I reply venomously.
I put my left knee on your bed.
"If you want, you can go down now and say that you recognize my superiority."
I drag my right knee up and kneel on the edge of your bed, knowing you'll be damned if you announce this.
"It looks like the inevitable is about to happen."
I pull the right heel off my foot and throw it past you.
"BAM!"
Then I pull the left heel off my foot and throw it past you as well.
"BAM!"
The women waiting in the living room should know that it's going to start any second.
: I hardly blink at your copycat heel throwing, instead I order you to "move your skanky ass and get over here, or are you getting ready to run away". My knees hardly indents the firm mattress as I advance, to almost halfway. For some reason, I left the fancy duvet cover on the bed, forest green with bright green shamrocks patterned on it. It does make me feel as if I am defending home turf. I am sure the camera someone rigged up for the video of the fight will show lovely contrast between our white and red outfits, and the dark cover. Seconds left to go before we close, and my final thoughts were distractions.
I feel the vibrations of her knees shifting, and hear her remark on my tits and twat. She should pray hers were as fine as mine. I will make her pay extra for that. My bed hardly has a squeak, but as I lunge, the people below can feel a vibration. My hands both slap, the right at your face, and the left at your breast. They flurry, I want our opening encounter to have her back peddling. My palm stings, while my left hand whips past . Her miserable breasts are not a good enough target. Following my plan, my knee shifts forward further, wanting to crowd her.
"And you think you will get claw and tug my tender bits, not likely" as I flail at you, puffing hard as I keep a windmill going. I hear noise from below, they are complaining they cannot watch this live. I try not to blink or lose focus. When the chance comes, I intend to get her nasty cxnt first.
You move to the middle of the bed, the adrenaline in my blood is increasing.
I kind of like Linda.
Most of the time.
But not right now.
Now I only want one thing, to beat you in a woman vs. woman fight.
Mean, dirty, vile.
I slide forward on the firm mattress, get closer to you.
Watch you, see the determination in your eyes.
"Oh you lousy bitch, let's just do it until one of us can't take it anymore!"
I've barely said the thought when you attack me.
A series of slaps rain down on me.
I raise my hands, try to survive the first wave of your blows as unscathed as possible. Then my right hand shoots forward and I try to leave the first marks of my fingernails on your chest.
But I only manage to grab the mesh fabric of your catsuit and start to tug at it.
I notice how your upper body leans forward, but then the fabric gives way and I have nothing but a few threads in my fingers.
But now your chest swings around freely. That's not enough for me.
Try to slide further forward, throw myself against you and force you onto the mattress.
My slapping hands contact her arms, face, and body, but I am not scoring a telling blow. The big brunette keeps waddling forward, just like me, and my freed breasts are slithering all over her. She tried and failed to claw them, but I hope to have more success with hers. Being so close, my slaps have little effect, so I start raking at her flanks, trying to get at the sides of her tits I shove my head under her chin, to block her view, and allow me to work her cheap outfit off. I won't be the first one naked.
The upper half of my red catsuit is already tattered, and I feel Anne leaning heavily on me. Snarling, I yank at some white fabric and as we shift, I see her pussy within range. Even as my hand darts, she has moved her thigh. Damn, I have to be ready . I am already breathing heavily, and as I return to your breasts, I note them rising and falling. I already gave her side a small scratch, but I want to get the first deep marks into her waving breast. I grab for the covered one, to finish displaying her bosom.
I churn the bed with my knees, keeping myself tucked in under her chin, as I seek tender targets. I mock her "don't know what to do, do you Anne. I always was smarter than you". Her now free breasts wobble in front of me, and I twist my head, seeking to nip that brownish nipple. I clutch her middle so she can't shift away.
Our bodies get closer and closer and you stop hitting me.
Instead, I feel your fingernails scratching my full breasts, leaving a slight burn and the first marks on my skin.
A soft sound of tearing fabric tells me that you have set about destroying my catsuit and exposing my sexy body.
"What a vicious cxnt!"
it shoots through my head.
I slide even closer to her, closing the gap between us and preventing you from attacking my nipple.
My left arm goes around your waist and with my right I reach behind your left thigh.
I press myself against you, pull on your leg and try to throw you off balance and onto the mattress.
The scent of your soap, your perfume and your fresh sweat creep into my nose.
Driven by ambition, I try to gain an advantage and get myself into a good position.
At the moment I think I've the fight well under control and see no reason to resort to rude methods to defeat you in the end.
So our scanty outfits are at half mast, our torsos exposed, and we are twisting our bodies around each other, as she leans in and over, trying to lever my leg and sprawl me out, while I counter by pressing even further into her, my shoulder thumping against the bottom of your breasts, as my head peeks out next to your armpit. Before she can trap my neck, my hand reaches up and around and grabs her hair to yank her down. We are hopelessly wrapped around each other, and we succeed in getting ourselves facing each other sideways on my bed.
Anne looks strangely calm, as if she is following some cosmic plan, while I am spewing and fuming, pulling hair and scratching at her body. Before she can roll on me, I lift my leg up to throw it across her. "I can't wait to humiliate you downstairs, you know everyone down there is only there to see what I do to you. " I am gasping this out as I try to swing my body onto you, spluttering away. "Maureen, Dawne, all want to see you finally crawl off in abject defeat, probably after I use whatever foul devices you brought on yourself." It is like climbing Mt Everest to get aboard you, as I slip on your glistening body. "Do you want me to dump you on the floor, because that is where you are going, you should not be on MY bed"
Having vented, I start to wonder what is going on, she isn't slapping or clawing, yet, she seems to want to just wriggle into me. I hope she isn't intending that nasty sex stuff she probably does back in Germany. Just the idea has me whipping a hard slap at your hip.. My mind running, I see the sweat marked duet in a ball. I'll never clean her off of it! Frustrated, I try to kick myself away from you and try another avenue of attack.
Calmly I fight Linda, wanting to irritate her and slowly sneak into her consciousness, quietly through the back door.
I notice how upset Linda gets, how she becomes more and more involved in this fight and tries to get me out of my calm.
She cleverly counters my attempt to throw her onto the bed and forces me onto my back instead.
I feel her fat thighs as they swing over my stomach and finally the rest of the walrus follows.
This is really going too far!
Now it's time to show her her limits.
"You want to see me on the floor? Sweetheart,
don't tempt me to ignore your wishes and try to earn you a little respect in a very dirty way!"
I hiss.
I grab your red mane, yank your head hard to the side and grab your exposed tit.
My fingers claw into the misshapen flesh that feels like jello.
I pull my feet to my ass, press them into the mattress and try to push my ass up.
Now I'm going to kick the door down!
Linda probably realizes what's brewing and wants to get out of my reach, but I want to keep her with me and let her feel my anger.
As I climb aboard Anne, with enormous effort, she almost seems to welcome it, which is totally baffling to me. Not wanting to play into some scheme of hers, I arch up to slide off the greasy German, only to have my hair yanked and head pulled down, and her other hand clawing into my delicate breast. I curse her of course, and she has an inscrutable smile as I thrash, but then I feel it, her legs are hefting her lower body up, and I, on top of her, am inclining downwards. She wants to dump me in a heap on the floor!
My eyes widen and I try to squirm of off her, my red hair tight, strands popping. Her nails claw into my breast, keeping me in place, as inch by inch my ass lifts. Thank God no one is here, as my catsuit does nothing to hide my femininity. My legs to either side of hers, my head and tit pulled down tight, I hit the mattress with my hands, shoving at it, trying to free myself.
Unfortunately, I have a frenzied wait for the inevitable, as my slick body starts oozing down along her torso as my knees are raised off the bed now. How can her legs do this, but even as I am marveling, a new jab into my breast, combined with another hair yank has me howling. I fling a pillow onto the floor, in a futile effort to cushion my landing. Now I hate her, I didn't before, but now I do. She is going to choose how and when I skitter off, and I brace for it.
You seem at a loss as to what is happening. How I push you up with my hips, my hand holds your hair and my fingers dig into the flesh of your chest.
The contact of our bodies is very close, very intimate in this situation.
Our anger, our rivalry has destroyed the very little clothing and makes skin contact unavoidable.
Itwist and turn under you.
I initially allowed your position, but now I'm determined to end it, to get you off me by bucking and pushing.
Inevitably, we come closer and closer and closer to the edge of the bed.
It'll probably happen soon, it cannot be prevented...
We exchange icy, evil looks as we huff, pant and fight for another advantage.
Your persistent resistance begins to put my previous stoic calm to the test?
Is it advisable to attack you harder again?
To act like what I'm again?
A mean, malicious, devious catfighter?
She is hesitating, and while I had been taken aback by being lifted up by her rising bottom, I now wrap my arms around her body, one clutching her waist and the other digging into her hanging breast. I shift my legs and grapevine them around her thighs, and start to pound her down, even if it appears as if I am doggy fucking her. She probably likes that ! Recovering my senses, I hitch my butt backwards, in spite of her grips, and am able to bring my holding hand lower, and I start pinching your mound, and shortly after, your cxnt lips.
I stop thumping my bush on her, as I want her to keep herself tilted up so I can dig into her greasy meat. At least if she squirms of the bed, I won't be toppled down first, like she had arranged it before "you will never best me, you dirty slut, I am already attacking your big cxnt. Do my nails feel good hooking your privates?"
As much as she pretends otherwise, my taunts always sting her into stupid activity. I keep them up. "Do you remember how I have left you frothing from your cxnt, aching for more, as everyone laughed in your own bar? You might be a little bloodier this time, but you will be blowing bubbles from it!" I make sure I give an evil laugh, more of a witches cackle, as I press my belly down on you, and resist any forward motion.
The evil bitch suddenly starts to tap her wiry hairy crotch against mine.
Does this horny witch want the fight to be dirtier?
My patience is slowly reaching its limits and my adrenaline is telling me that I should get back at her.
I writhe beneath her, buck, thrust my pelvis upwards vigorously.
It doesn't matter whether her fat thighs wrap around me, my will to show her the limits of what she can do is growing visibly.
Finally we start rolling, the edge of the bed is clearly felt and then there is nothing left.
Just the hard floor that we hit.
Her dirty fingers are still on my femininity and Linda continues to pinch and pull at them.
"Oh you dirty cxnt!
Now the fun is over!
We'll see who ends up lying on the bottom with a foaming pussy.
I'm still going to fuck you, no matter how little you like being fucked unconscious by me!"
I hiss at you angrily.
My heels press against the floor, my pelvis lifts again and I grab your hair.
With a powerful swing I turn us around and bury you under me.
Your fingers in my wonderful breast are slowly becoming a nuisance.
With one hand I grab one or two fingers of your hand, trying to bend them to get your hand away.
Since I need my other hand to keep my body away from yours, I take my left thigh and press it firmly against your crotch, which to my surprise is a little wet.
I rub my leg firmly against your labia and try to make you feel what you hate so much, to feel pleasure in the fight with me.
And all this while your fingers continue to torture my labia and bring tears to my eyes.
: Eventually, the German slug hitches over to the edge of the bed and we roll onto the floor, in slow motion instead of the crash I feared. Without a major impact, I am able to pinch and jab and claw at that open pussy of hers, which she absorbs, as the pain slut she is. Unbelievably, as I maul her she is fumbling around trying to excite me. The only excitement I will get from this whore is showing her off to the waiting crowd downstairs.
There is no need to remind her this is a catfight, she will figure that out when she is torn and damaged by an unmarked foe. The longer I get to attack her without return, the closer I am to triumph. She pries my hand off her breast, and we struggle, but after yanking her inner lips to their limits, I get to start raking at her clit. Her eyes et even more bleary and watery as I scratch her. I wiggle my white ass in joy, anticipating getting through this fight in good shape.
I was concerned that the 'sanctity' of my marital bedroom would be violated by having this slut here, but no such a thing. I will remember this as another wonderful experience for me. Anne has come into my house to show her quality, well I will show everyone just what her quality is.
I remove Linda's dirty claws from my tit and nail them to the floor.
Now I finally have my other hand free and reach between us to remove the hand from my womanhood, as she is now causing a tear to roll down my cheek.
I dig my fingernails into her wrist and try to pull her away without torturing myself any further.
Finally, with great effort, I can slowly pull her away and nail her to the floor next to your head.
I slowly lower my body, lowering my large, firm breasts onto your face.
They begin to cover your face.
I press them harder onto your face.
How long will it take until you run out of air?
Pain has penetrated to this bitch, or at least my nails have, as her welted tits and twat show tracks where my nails have carved little furrows. Working my hands away from the sensitive parts, and trying to press them to the floor , she lowers her sweaty breasts on my face. Her dark nipples sticking out, I feel them rub on me, before she settles down to smother me. Her attempt is short lived, as I of course bite one, and with a spit and snarl, I roll her off me, seeking to bite the other as I clamber onto her.
I feel my own tits dangling, and try to get another bite in, before she can target my pink nipples. It is my turn to try and pin her arms down, as I lift my left leg and swing it over her. I am bumping the bed on one side and the dresser on the other, as we have far less room to move then when we are on the bed. Every time we shift, there is an audible thump. What are the guests downstairs hearing and wondering?
Linda bites my breast and I squeal loudly.
I should have been careful not to let her bite my breast!
She writhes violently under me, finally rolls on top of me and presses my hands to the bedroom floor.
She's not going to bite my tits again!
I squirm between the bed and the dresser. Sometimes we bump into the bed and sometimes into the furniture.
I pull, tug, yank at my hands, wring my hands out of her grip and reach for her again.
Grab Linda's red mane with my left hand and her swinging chest with my right.
Pull at her hair, roll my fingers in her udder and try to free myself from her in this tight space.
It rumbles and rumbles as we roll back and forth.
The fight is slowly getting rougher, we are struggling to finally gain a significant advantage.
This attempting to pin the other was a bad idea for Anne, and now a bad idea for me, as while my hands are trying to hold her down, she yanks my hair, hard and successfully, and grabs my hanging breast and mauls it, twisting my nipple as she pinches. "You bitch!" I shout, and I grab her hair with both hands, letting myself flop onto her, my bigger boobs hopefully flattening hers.
We rock side to side, attempts to roll onto the other being hindered or prevented by the bed and furniture. Damn it, I will not trade hair pulls with her, as I try to stretch my arms out while gripping her head, and shove myself down her body, towards free space. As soon as I get a little below her, my hands drop to the underside of her breasts and I attempt to force her towards the wall, and stuff her into a three sided tight spot.
Slithering down her sweaty body, my breasts are smeared all over her. She will be distracted by that, until I get far enough down to attack her cxnt again. My progress is painfully slow, and she doesn't seem to intend to allow me to trap her. I notice that red hair is fluttering in the air, and my breast has a deep red welt. So she is going to fight after all.
The battle has been going on for a while and we continue to fight for THE decisive, winning advantage.
We rock each other back and forth, our breasts grind heavily against each other.
I try to straighten up, you want to put me in a better position for your lousy attacks on my beautiful breasts.
You try to squeeze me into the corner between sideboards and I'm almost trapped there as I press my foot against the bottom drawer and spin us around.
You bounce your shoulder against the bed, held captive by me, pressed into the three-set corner and now my hand reaches down with clear intent, grabbing your crotch.
Two fingers dig into your cleft, the thumb presses between your labia.
"That wasn't just an empty promise, you greasy whore!"
Using the leverage gained by her foot pushing the furniture, she pivots us around. it is I who is now stuck in the small space between wall, bed and dresser, and my first attempt to escape is stopped by her leaning on me. As I try to kick, I feel it, her hand is rummaging in my pussy, fingers feeling it, gripping it, probing it I stiffen, unsure whether I am going to feel pain, or she is going to try again to manipulate and excite me. Please let it be the manipulation, as my slick twat probably deceives her into thinking I am turned on.
I shudder when she opens me, and I feel my love lips gape on her hand. I lash out with an elbow, trying to knock her away. I start to roll, and am blocked by the bed. Perhaps I can curl up and cove myself? I ma sweating, and writhing, teeth clacking as I hope to bite something. If she shifts just so, I can clamp my thighs on her hand.
She is cackling, so pleased with herself, and telling me how her threats were not idle. "Just wait Anne, I will claw your fucking clitoris off" and I try to carry out my threat.
We squirm in the narrow space between the furniture, breasts with big firm nipples rubbing against each other and hands, arms, trying to grab and thrust.
We breathe loudly, gasp, moan.
Your elbow hits me, but doesn't stop me from penetrating you further and exploring your cleft.
My fingers slide easily into you, my thumb pushes between your labia and quickly feels your plump clit.
"I know you love it, you cheap whore! Just let yourself go and enjoy it!"
I hiss softly to you as we lie in that tight crack, our faces often only an inch or two apart. You may assume that I intend to give you pleasure, but the truth is,
I want to humiliate you, shame you that your opponent has made you moan loudly.
That your opponent made you moan loudly, that she called for something you didn't want!
And in return, I will now let my fingers thrust rhythmically into your wet hole.
Oh, she is so insufferable, as are her grubby fingers poking and prying into my delicate pussy. She mutters her intentions, but with one hand pinning my shoulder, and the other pawing my twat, she leaves herself very open, if being jammed in a corner can ever be considered open. Although my shoulder is pinned, that hand goes down and clutches your wrist, while I roll my thighs around your wrist also, and squeeze tightly, my thick thighs securing and locking your hand in place, as I slowly start to roll, using your trapped hand as leverage.
My other hand grabs your very slick and mussed up hair and helps, as my body turns, and while your hand is on my shoulder, we very slowly shift positions, me clamping on your arm down low and almost riding it, as you stare up at my dangling breasts, a better view than you deserve. Bop, Bop, I thump each in your face, and watch you grimace, to let you know who will be humiliated.
I twitch my thighs even tighter, to ensure you have no freedom to jerk your hand in or out, and I use my free hand to keep you in place. "How do you like knowing that yet again, you will be embarrassed and humiliated? " as my evil expression shows I enjoy being on top.
Will be away for the week
Trapping your attacking hand, I luxoriate in teaching you how magnificent my breasts are, as my pink nipples dance proudly
Quote from: linftr on July 27, 2024, 06:27:43 PM
Trapping your attacking hand, I luxoriate in teaching you how magnificent my breasts are, as my pink nipples dance proudly
Hello, Linda.
Nice to see you again.
As you may have noticed, I've been cheating for a few days.
You have my full attention again from now on.
You clasp my hand, pull my hair and slowly start to turn us around.
Oh my God! The old woman had some really nasty tricks up her sleeve.
One hand between her thighs, the other pinned to the floor, she slaps my udders in my face.
I'm trapped in this narrow gap between the furniture.
Her remarks eat deep into me.
I pull my feet very close to my ass, letting Linda savor her triumph for a moment longer until I tense my muscles.
A deep breath, a second of concentration and then I thrust my pelvis upwards with all the strength I've and try to free myself from this trap.
A loud "Aaaaarrggghh" accompanies my efforts to get this fat cow off me.
The way she is moaning and groaning under me, she is enjoying being under my ample bosom too much. I sort of like how she breathes so heavily into my boobs, smearing them with her greasy makeup. Enough fun, I can tell she dislikes my taunts, as I make sure I keep her pinned down and penned up between dresser, wall and bed as she tries to wriggle closer to me. "That pussy of yours is not going to get anything till I display it to the guests downstairs anne!
All of a sudden, she erupts with a shout, and manages to arch herself up, tilting me head down into the wall, as my tits slither off her face, and I slide into the wall, trying not to end in a fleshy heap. I feel her shifting, damn, she will be behind me, and must somehow twist and turn around. Why did that bitch choose to fight in such a confined place.
I lash my legs out, not wanting to be held, as I am almost looking out from under my armpit to see what she is doing. One leg up kicking on the bed, the other on the floor, neck bent, I grab for the dresser to pull myself free. I cringe at every touch, not wanting to be trapped.
Fully aware of this Teutonic losers recent record of disasteorus defeats, I push myself to ensure that she does not redeem herself at my expense. How is she even providing a contest to me, as I squirm to safeguard myself
I thrust my hips upwards hard, squirming and trying to free myself. Linda wobbles and tries to stay on top of me just as doggedly.
In the end, this tangle of mature women's bodies gets very mixed up.
Linda's whole aim is not to get under me.
The chest of drawers goes crazy from the fervor of the fight, bumping into the bed.
Linda eludes my grasp and flees from the narrow gap, finally standing in the room again, breathing heavily.
I get up again and slowly approach her.
Our bodies show red traces of the enemy's attacks and we suck the air deep into our lungs.
"OH you lousy bitch! Let's finally finish this! Because I want to show you off to the mob!"
I hiss angrily, not wanting to succeed in defeating you quickly.
Raise my hands and come towards you.
I wait for a good chance to attack you again and start circling around you.
Our feet tap across the floor.
Then shoot forward, grab your red mane with my left hand and your mons veneris with my left.
My hand gets hold of your fleshy curves and claws firmly into them.
I start to pull on it, twist it and press my fingernails deep inside.
"Don't be in such a hurry to meet our friends, slut. You will be embarrassed again" as at the same time as you lunge for me, I grab your dark hair and wrench it around, and my other hand slashes down your body, clawing your mound, before I grab for your labia, your inner labia. "I'll stretch these to your knees, the miserable flabby things' as I try my trick of squeezing my thighs together as you jab at my twat. Harder to close my legs and stay balanced though, and I feel you scratching my delicious pink with your stabbing fingers.
I grimace, it hurts, but I pinch and yank your lips harder, trying to dig my nails in so I don't lose my grip. Your face flashes in front of me, as we jerk our heads this way and that. Downstairs, the stamping of our feet as we twist and turn is resounding, and they think the fight is coming to a climax. " I have you, I have you" I cry out, as I yank your lower body towards me using that thin skin as a handle, while I try to thrust my ass away from you to keep you from crippling my poor vagina.
Some of your black hair flutters around, meaning I must be winning top and bottom. I tremble and squirm, because even as I am 'winning' it feels like my head is coming off from your hair tugging, and your nails down low are cruel, trying to hurt me so deeply. "Give up already, give up' I plead.
Wrapping up a loose end, no action going on, no more message board fight