(Sorry for the delay)
I know it's the end, and so do you. My wobbling, jiggling, sweaty breasts smash your face into oblivion and concuss you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the soft flesh bangs into your skull, again and again. Finally, I let you go, and you slump backwards in a heap, moaning and barely breathing.
"Wow, you are, without a doubt, the most pathetic Milk Squad member, Nikki Bella. This was waaaaaaay too fucking easy, bitch." As you lay in your pathetic pile, I remover ALL of your clothes, and twirl your cheap pink top for the crowd as your fake tits roll out. "Okay, okay, seriously, this almost wasn't even fun. Almost."
I lean down on top of you, lock eyes with your fluttering, weak ones, and then arch my back, and bring my whopping, mega fat tits on your head. Your lip and nose breaks on the first smash, a drip of blood rolling down your chin. The second tit smash to your face makes you go cross-eyed, and finally, screaming like a warrior, I let my tits drop one more time. SMOOSH! Your head crushes beneath my chest, your head smooshed. You are arms and legs jerk a few times, your tits bounce, and then finally, your body goes still. "Weak bitch." I sneer, standing up and placing my foot on your tits, and raising my arm for the crowd.
