The mirror image was a heavenly sight, her sexy body was in a bra and panties as she tried on her latest purchase. Sarah strutted in front of the mirror in the burgundy bra she had picked up in the store behind the house, it was so damn comfortable and hugged her 36EE like a second skin. The girl's blue eyes watched as her cleavage increased dramatically as she pressed her arms to the sides of her breasts, bowing forward.
“Fuck, this is magnificent,” whispered the girl, smiling.
Sarah turned around, watching as the same-coloured panties made the curves of her bottom as inviting as honey to bears. That outfit was sexy, so sexy that it would turn the heads of any man who looked at her at that moment. The brunette smiled, thinking about other combinations and outfits she could buy. Her sister Lauren had stolen other bras from her without asking her permission, and Sarah had had to hide this new bra from her sister or else she would be the victim of another theft.
“Let's see if we can find something better,” sneered Sarah, dressing to leave.
The street was short enough for her to walk, her breasts bouncing with every step as people sneaked glances at her. Sarah felt alive, those looks were dewdrops to her ego, and although she would never admit it, a little attention to her body from strangers excited her.
Entering the store, Sarah greeted the shy saleswoman she had now gotten to know. That little girl had started working part-time on weekend mornings, filling in for the owner so she could stay home and rest.
The girl greeted the customer with a shy little nod, lowering her gaze to Sarah's huge breasts before blushing and lowering her gaze to her feet. She envied those breasts, so large and majestic, nothing compared to her small C-cups.
Sarah smiled, confidently walking toward the section of the store where she had found the burgundy bra. A few shelves away, two brown eyes stared at the Italian girl as she entered and slipped into one of the compartments.
“Her again,” Demi thought acidly.
The English girl had noticed Sarah ever since she entered, feeling annoyed at seeing her smiling and unthinking. Her mere presence brought back memories of their last encounter, which had taken place in the same store. Sarah had stolen the bra she had laid eyes on, leaving her to settle for a less desirable option.
The English brunette, known for her witty wit and sharp tongue, had noticed Sarah from a distance and felt a twinge of annoyance. The last time they had met in that same store, Sarah had stolen the bra she had laid eyes on, leaving her to settle for a less desirable option.
Approaching and spying on the Italian girl from behind the top of the shelf, Demi noticed Sarah lowering her shirt slightly as she imagined another bra over her generous breasts. Demi's brown eyes immediately noticed that the burgundy bra, the same one she wanted, had been stolen from her by that girl. The feeling of her breasts pressed against Sarah's was still vivid in her mind now, as was the smug expression on the Italian girl's face as she left the store.
Sarah's eyes roamed the shelves, stopping on a black lace bra that caught her eye. She reached out and felt the material between her fingers. It was silky, almost velvety to the touch. The cups had a delicate floral pattern, and the lace was intricately designed to show off the beauty of the woman wearing it, a shape that perfectly suited her abundant breasts. The underwire was designed to lift and support, while the back had a hook and loop closure, making it easy to put on and take off. She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of wearing it under her clothes, almost as sexy as the bra she wore.
As Sarah lifted the bra to examine it more closely, she heard a faint sound of approaching footsteps, her heart quickening as she felt eyes on her. Looking over her shoulder, she recognized that look; it was the same girl she had met some time ago in the same store, staring at her with a determined look in her eyes. The tension in the air was palpable, the kind of tension that precedes a storm. Without saying a word, Demi reached out and took a corner of the bra that Sarah was holding.
“You're not leaving here in this,” Demi said in a low voice.
Sarah squinted her eyes, a smirk lit her lips as she recognized the challenge. She knew that look, the same one she had seen in her eyes countless times before. It was the look of someone who would not give up without getting what she came for.
“Really?” replied Sarah, in a voice that sounded like a timid hum. “I think you're forgetting what happened last time.”
“Oh, I remember,” replied the English girl stiffly, her eyes flashing with a hint of anger as she recalled her little defeat, “But this time, things will be different. This bra will go away with me.”
The two girls stared at each other, each clutching a piece of the disputed bra, their eyes crossed arrogantly as the fabric stretched slightly between their hands. Sweet background music punctuated the moment when Demi and Sarah pushed their breasts together, pressing against each other as they had the first time. They both felt that unique sensation clinging inside them, rising upward like an electric shock that had lost its way.
Their breasts, now compressed by the thin barriers of their shirts, collided with a soft thud. The sound echoed in the compartment, leaving the two girls feeling euphorically jealous of each other.
Demi's eyes never left Sarah's as she pushed her chest forward, the fabric of her T-shirt stretching against her heavy breasts. Sarah met her gaze, her chest moving slowly as she pushed back. The bra they both longed for was now forgotten, the prize replaced by a silent battle of will and flesh, each thrust was a jolt along their bodies, so strong that her breath caught in her throat.
Their breaths quickened as their breasts collided more forcefully, the sound of flesh against fabric filling that once-silent space. Sarah's heart sped up as she felt the pressure increase, her nipples hardening against her partially concealed bra, her swollen flesh emerging from the collar of her T-shirt and revealing her hidden bra.
Sarah pushed her chest against Demi's more forcefully, their breasts colliding with an audible pop that made both girls gasp.
“It's not over,” growled Demi through gritted teeth, pushing her breasts against Sarah's once again, keeping them pressed against her rival's chest “We'll settle this once and for all.”
“Follow me” whispered Sarah with a sly grin.
She pulled her bra toward herself, growling when she felt Demi's grip tighten. The Italian girl squinted her eyes, leading Demi through a hidden door at the back of the store, careful not to be seen by anyone. A few seconds later, the saleswoman approached the door to the warehouse, the same door she had seen the two girls walk through. Looking around, she closed the door, placing a sign above the door where only staff were allowed to enter. Returning to the cash register, she turned up the volume of the radio music, hiding any possible background noise.
***
The small warehouse was partially lit by warm light bulbs, tall metal shelves filled with cardboard boxes towered over the two girls, and the smell of new fabric and the faint scent of cardboard filled the air. The concrete floor was cold and stiff under their feet, in stark contrast to the softness of the brassiere that was contended between their clenched hands.
Rows of mannequins stood like silent sentries, each dressed in an array of lace and satin, their impassive eyes seeming to judge the two young women as they entered the space in the centre. Sarah suddenly pulled at her bra, causing Demi to lose her grip as the English girl looked around.
Demi turned sharply, hissing as she watched Sarah place her bra on a cardboard box not far from them. Walking until she was only a few steps away from Demi, Sarah took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and defiance. She began to slowly lift her T-shirt, the fabric peeling away from her body like the petals of a blooming flower. Demi watched, her breath catching as she contemplated the sight of Sarah's succulent breasts stretched against her burgundy bra, the same one that might have been hers.
As the T-shirt passed in front of her, Sarah tossed it aside, and the garment fluttered to the floor. The Italian beauty stood before Demi in all her glory, her bra in stark contrast to her roast skin, the cups hugged her breasts tightly, the intense colour making her pale complexion appear even paler. With a complicit smile, the Italian girl reached out and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor in a theatrical gesture. Her breasts bounced freely, her nipples were sharp and eager.
“Do you really think you can take that away from me?” taunted Sarah, taking her breasts in her hands, lifting them and letting them fall back down, the sound of the light slap echoing in the warehouse “These are the boobs that will wear this bra, not yours.”
Demi's face was flushed with anger and the desire to destroy the girl in front of her, her eyes fixed on those of the Italian girl as she flaunted her body so shamelessly. Her chest felt tight, the need to claim her bra burning inside her. With a swift movement, she pulled her T-shirt over her head, revealing her equally voluptuous figure. Her 36EE breasts bounced slightly as she threw off the T-shirt, the same thrill of competition coursing through her veins as the last time they had met.
“Do you want this bra?” asked Sarah, her blue eyes never leaving Demi's dark brown ones “You're going to have to fight for it.”
“Bring it on, bitch,” replied Demi, her voice charged with the same fire.
The two girls threw themselves at each other, the slap echoing throughout the warehouse. The two women's bodies bounced back as they both grunted from the impact. Getting back on their feet, Sarah and Demi charged their rival one more time, meeting each other mid-move with another meaty slap, coming back and repeating the move. The collisions became stronger and stronger, each blow more painful than the last.
The last collision sent a wave of pain down their bodies, causing both girls to back away, bending at the knees as they gasped slightly. Recovering, Sarah smiled and swung her breasts into the rival pair. The English girl responded in the same way and both gasped as the Italian girl's left breast collided against Demi's right tit.
Their bodies began to move about the warehouse, throwing their heavy tits together with increasing force. Demi's flesh seemed to deform on impact with Sarah's as the Italian girl's left breast smashed against Demi's right tit. The Italian girl watched as her breasts lost consistency during the collisions between her right breast and her rival's right tit.
The smiles on the girls' lips continued to exchange as Sarah began to push Demi back with each blow, before her rival responded with more ferocity, pushing her away with brutal force. Sweat began to glisten on their bodies, heated by the fast and brutal movements of their fight, their flesh visibly flushed as the momentum of the fight showed no sign of abating.
Sarah gasped as her tits slammed against Demi's pair, feeling the heavy firmness of her rival breasts collide against her chest. The English girl gasped heavily as the rival breasts swung against her tits, grunting as she sank the blow with the weight of your body, ramming and slapping the huge rival tits.
Their breasts continued to slap and slam into each other at a frightening pace, neither girl seemed about to stop as the searing pain pulsed through their chests with each exchange. Gritting her teeth, Sarah thrust harder, swinging and slamming her tits into Demi's pair, the English girl ignored the pain and slapped back faster, letting her grunts come out of her mouth smoothly.
The last collision made Sarah scream as their tits met again and the Italian girl's body was thrown back, forcing her to stop so she would not fall. Demi growled victoriously as she swung a second time at her rival. The Italian girl's tits took a hard blow and Sarah groaned as she stumbled backwards until she collapsed on one knee.
“Bitch. Don't get cocky now,” hissed Demi panting.
Sarah looked up, glaring at her rival who stared at her with her hands on her hips, proud that she had brought her to her knees. The Italian girl cursed, getting back on her feet again so that the two girls could throw themselves at each other again, hurling their tits together hard. A powerful collision and both girls staggered back, the explosive pain in their chests making them dizzy for a few seconds before recovering.
“You talk too much, sugar,” growled Sarah, quickly turning her chest to the side, sending her breasts of the English girl's right pair, her flesh bouncing wildly on her chest “Maybe it's to compensate for your small breasts?”
Demi squinted her eyes, hissing before moaning again when the Italian brunette also brought her other breast into the same rival tit. The English girl pushed forward after the impact, sending her heavy breasts into her rival's chest, quickly pushing a second time as the enemy's breast was compressed, before Sarah pushed back.
The two pairs flattened together at the contact, flesh trembling under their chins, separating to return as perfect as before, sweaty and flushed from the savage duel. The two schoolgirls pushed their tits together again, keeping them pressed together and beginning to move their shoulders to increase the pressure on each other's chests, brown eyes staring intensely into blue eyes, looking for the first sign of the two pairs continuing to fight as equals.
The sexy bodies of the two students began to roam the cold warehouse, their breasts kept meeting hard, thrusting and slamming together. Demi threw her hands forward, reaching for her rival's wrists. Sarah responded with equal speed and their hands struck each other in the movement, fighting for a few seconds before entwining their fingers together, immediately bringing them along her hips.
Sarah swung her huge tits, slamming them into the British pair from the side. Demi's heavy breasts were thrust outward as the Italian girl's nipples seemed to cut into her rival's skin. Demi moaned, feeling the pain concentrated in her flesh; the Italian student swung the other way, giving Demi's chest a violent jolt, her flesh crushed by the blow.
Demi forcefully slammed her breasts into the rival pair, pushing her hard nipples into the enemy's flesh, making her gasp. Sarah felt the pressure on her chest grow as her rival pushed into her, scraping with her nipples, rubbing them deep into the enemy pair, making her moan.
“Does it hurt?” growled Demi with a small smile on her lips, pulling back and slamming her breasts forward once more “This is just a taste of what's in store for you.”
The English student slammed her tits forward again, and Sarah gasped heavily as she felt the full weight of the rival pair pressed against her chest. Their tits pressed together, and Sarah moaned into her rival's face. When Demi went back for another stroke, Sarah rotated her chest, sending her breasts against her rival's with a loud pop, causing the British couple to tremble.
Demi gasped, tightening her grip on her rival's hands before Sarah came back with another pop against her breast, crushing it outward. The Italian student slammed her breasts forward, pushing her rival back a step and following her in the movement with her hands still locked.
The two girls approached again, slamming their tits together, before Demi ducked down and shot her pair into the underside of her rival's breasts with a loud meaty slap, Sarah's tits bouncing wildly on her chest as her body trembled in pain.
“I warned you, bitch,” hissed Demi, slamming her tits into Sarah's hard, making her moan ”The pain will grow until you pass out.”
Sarah growled before slamming her breasts forward, leaving Demi groaning from the explosive blow. The Italian student fired another frontal blow, followed by yet another with increasing force, forcing Demi to wince in pain before her grip on her entwined fingers loosened.
Sarah pushed her rival away with the last blow, their hands released and the two girls created a small space between them, with Demi staggering backwards. The Italian girl sent her tits into Demi's right breast, slamming them into her chest as she moaned. When the Italian brunette moved in for another thrust, Demi slammed her tits in from the right, hitting the side of her rival's heavy breasts hard.
Sarah groaned, staggering sideways from the force of the impact, watching her rival hatefully as she approached. Demi spread her arms wide, wrapping her arms around the Italian girl's body and holding her close. Sarah's arms wrapped around Demi's body a second later, allowing the girl to move her breasts atop the rival pair and press down.
“Now you're going to get crushed by my best tits,” whispered Demi in a venomous voice, pressing down on her breasts “You're going to feel how your weak tits can't compete with me.”
Sarah grunted, struggling against the incredible weight on her chest, feeling her rival grind her torque overbearingly into her chest.
Grunting, Sarah withdrew slightly and pushed her breasts upward so that their breasts squeezed together back to the same height, before grinding back. The two girls' faces betrayed the discomfort they felt in their breasts, their flesh blending forcefully, sliding over and under, sideways to each tit with each movement.
Sarah moaned when Demi rotated her shoulders with less speed but increased the pressure in their embrace, feeling how the English student's heavy breasts squeezed her pair more. Pain pulsed in their heads as their breasts crushed each other mercilessly, each trying to break the other's pair with pressure. Demi mentally cursed as she felt the firmness of the rival breasts fighting against her own, Sarah grunted in discomfort as their breasts warped together with no clear advantage.
When the two pairs of stiff nipples locked on each other, both girls gasped suddenly, an icy electric shiver ran through their sweaty, heated bodies. The two girls stared at each other with intensity as they continued to thrust their tits together, feeling their nipples sliding against each other, scraping the areolas with malicious jealousy.
Their breasts continued to be pushed together, flesh moulded against each other as their nipples met again, plunging into the depths of their breasts pressed together. Sarah moaned as the intense contact of their nipples gave her a sensation of pleasure and pain together, hearing her rival pant heavily.
Their nipples duelled in a silent, flesh-buried war, making their legs tremble with each exchange, each pair bending together, returning erect and ramming rival flesh into the movement. Demi's eyes never left Sarah's, continuing to search for that sensation of pain and pleasure as they sent nipples against their rival.
Both tightened their grip on the other's body, Demi threw her head back panting as their nipples met head to head, bending together before sliding and burying themselves in the rival areolas. Sarah moaned more as the two of them continued to slam their breasts together, feeling how the war through their flesh continued painfully.
Their chests burned with intense pain, and each heard the other's moans break louder as they continued undaunted to grind their tits into the enemy pair, the sensation of their nipples piercing and stabbing their flesh painfully on. The final collision sent a twinge of pain through both their bodies, Demi and Sarah pushed off, releasing each other as they gasped heavily.
Sarah had felt her left nipple being pushed back by Demi's tip, losing the test of strength, just as the English girl had felt her left nipple being pushed back hard by the rival tip. The two girls remained bent over their knees, looking at each other angrily as the pain still pulsed in their chests.
“Your boobs are pathetic,” Sarah spat between gasps, squinting at the sight of Demi's flushed but still full breasts “They couldn't fill a B-cup if their lives depended on it.”
Demi growled at the insult, staring at her rival's flushed breasts, so full and dense that they hung downward as the girl's body leaned forward. Sarah gave a slight jerk to jiggle her breasts, Demi looked up with hatred, meeting her rival's eyes.
“Look how her saggy tits hang,” retorted the English girl, her voice strained with pain, ”I'll use them as punching bags until you scream.”
“Oh, shut up,” hissed Sarah.
Both girls took a few more seconds to breathe before straightening up. Their breasts hung downward after the constant fighting, but both knew they still had cards to play before the end, each determined to prove she was the better woman.
“Bitch!” the two girls shouted in unison, throwing themselves at each other.
Their heavy breasts met with a violent collision, the meaty sound echoing throughout the warehouse. Grabbing each other by the arms, Demi and Sarah slammed their tits together, their flesh warped together as the two pairs shattered together.
Fatigue made their movements slower, the two girls leaned into each other as they pushed their tits together frontally, feeling their rival's breasts press against their chests, rotating their shoulders to send rapid blows to their enemy's breasts. Again and again, their breasts smashed together before Sarah groaned in pain, stumbling back.
Demi growled and shot her tits into Sarah's once more, letting out a shrill moan from the Italian girl's lips, she reciprocated by thrusting forward and ramming the English chest with your tits. Tears began to line both girls' faces, continuing to stare at each other with determined hostility as their boobs brushed together.
When Sarah sent her boobs from below, striking her rival in the lower breasts, she felt the English girl gasp before falling to the floor. Demi sobbed as she held her breasts with her arm, looking up with hatred at her rival. Sarah allowed herself a small smile, a smile that vanished when Demi stood up in front of her again, still refusing to give up.
“You...can’t win...” hissed Sarah wearily.
“Not until ... I decide it ... bitch,” hissed back the English brunette.
The two schoolgirls came closer still, slamming their tits together. Demi threw her breasts forward with all the strength she had, hearing her rival cry out after a few seconds of continuous collisions, watching her collapse to one knee from the excruciating pain she felt in her chest.
“It's me...the better woman,” growled Demi, looking down at her rival.
Sarah screamed angrily, standing up as her breasts swayed on her chest. That fight was painfully hard; both girls were too stubborn to surrender without a clear winner. Panting, Sarah stared hatefully at her rival, wiping sweat on her chin.
“I'm going to destroy ... those wretched tits of yours ... bitch,” Sarah hissed, her breath heavy.
The two girls grabbed each other one more time, rocking their breasts against each other hard, their eyes fixed on each other's as they both continued to inflict pain on their rival. Sarah swung her tits into the English pair, feeling her flesh deform under the impact, watching the agony on the girl's face as she took the blow.
Demi let her tits up, slamming them into the Italian couple with a loud slap that made Sarah yelp, causing her to duck. The English brunette raised her chest once more, slamming it down hard and groaning from the impact as Sarah's breasts were pushed to the floor. Sarah fell to the floor, taking her rival with her, landing painfully on her knees against the cold floor.
Sarah and Demi threw themselves at each other promptly, hugging each other as they rotated their shoulders to thrust their boobs into their counterparts hard, their boobs slamming together, slower but more brutal movements, using the weight of their bodies to increase the pressure on their struggling breasts.
Both felt their chests burning insistently as they ground their boobs into the other's pair, slamming them forward as one girl began to bend backwards with extreme slowness. Sobs interrupted their breaths as their tits shattered together, their bodies hugged tightly together and their flesh visibly warped.
“Go...down,” growled Demi as she forced Sarah to bend backwards more.
“N-noooo,” moaned Sarah, struggling back.
After a slow exchange of blows, Sarah's back touched the cold floor, collapsing to the ground and screaming as she felt the weight of Demi's breasts crushing her tits. The English brunette pressed her breasts downward more, before rising slightly and letting herself fall against her Italian rival's body.
“I'm going to flatten your tits slut!” screamed Demi all in one breath.
Sarah cried out in pain as Demi rose again, letting herself fall and crushing her breasts into her rivals'. Again and again, Demi continued to let herself fall on top of Sarah, the Italian student screaming in agony as she felt her breasts soften more. Tightening her grip, Sarah pinned her rival so that she could no longer rise, howling from the increased pressure.
Demi gasped when her rival forcefully pushed her breasts forward, slamming them down and pulling her to the side. The English brunette roared pushing back, slamming her tits against Sarah's pair as her body rolled to the side, committing herself not to be pushed back.
The Italian student's strength seemed to get the better of her, their tits making constant contact but it seemed Demi's chest was being pushed back, screaming as Demi's back touched the floor. Sarah climbed to the top quickly, staring hatefully at her rival who refused to give up despite everything.
The Italian brunette rose slightly, letting herself fall onto her rival's body as Demi had done so far. Both girls moaned in pain, and Demi felt her flesh deform more under the weight of her enemy's breasts. Sarah stood up again, letting herself fall one more time. The dull, wet noise was followed by Demi's cry of pain, the sensation of her flesh beginning to give way as the rival tits crushed into hers.
The pain made Sarah gasp as well, and she gasped at Demi. The English brunette weakly pushed her tits against the rival pair, continuing to struggle as tears streaked their faces. Their flesh moulded together, widening at the sides more pronouncedly.
Demi's arms tightened their grip on the Italian student's body, squeezing her to herself and crushing their breasts together, the pain that coursed through their bodies was searing but they both refused to give in to that feeling. Sarah tightened her grip in turn, crushing their huge, heavy breasts together more, gaping at the pain she felt in doing so.
Demi arched her body in pain, feeling Sarah's breasts press against hers with greater force, but she squeezed harder to send a painful jolt down her rival's spine. Sarah threw her head back, gritting her teeth to resist what she felt in her burning chest. Their bodies rolled again, side by side, one on top and the other underneath, still rolling and tightening their grip with their breasts in a constant duel of firmness, changing positions again and again on the cold floor, moaning and groaning in pain as they both refused to give in.
The outcome was decided in the next few moments as the two pairs of breasts still pressed together changed positions. One girl's breast slowly began to crumble against the rival pair, one girl felt her flesh give way more and more while the rival breast retained its vitality.
Tears streamed down their cheeks but in Demi's dark brown eyes materialized the knowledge that her breasts were losing. She was losing. Sarah's breasts were crushing hers. The Italian girl's body was back on top and that had marked the end of the English brunette's breasts. Clasping their arms, they both moaned again, but Sarah could feel the warm gurgle of victory as Demi's breasts receded against her chest.
“My tits ... are better ... bitch,” whispered the girl in her rival's ear, tightening her grip.
Demi shook her head, fighting the pain and desperately clutching her rival. She could not afford to lose, she was better--but the tighter she squeezed, the more her flesh warped against Sarah's 36EE. The Italian girl began pumping her tits into Demi's, erasing even the last drop of firmness in her rival breasts.
Demi screamed her defeat, the pain and humiliation seeping into her like a flooding river as all the suppressed pain so far poured into her. Her arms fell to her sides, releasing the Italian student's body that kept her breasts pressed into Demi's soft pair.
Sarah's arms released their grip a few squeezes later, the two girls were left panting and crying lying together, the Italian girl still on top while her tits still retained a slight shape, continuing to crush Demi's lifeless pair.
Their irregular breaths slowed slowly, Demi still interrupted by defeated sobs. The Italian student struggled up from her rival, her skin seemed glued to that of the English girl. Sarah's hand slipped from sweat, her body falling back onto Demi's, making her yelp again.
“Sorry...” said Sarah, meeting her rival's gaze before smiling “...or maybe not.”
Demi squinted her eyes, unable to speak because of the pain in her chest that paralyzed her. Sarah slowly stood up, this time taking care not to slip. She staggered to her feet, walking uncertainly for a few seconds toward the bra she had won.
She would not wear it; just the thought of trying on that bra at that moment sent fictitious jolts of pain through her brain. Demi's dark brown eyes followed her rival as she picked up her T-shirt, put it on and took the burgundy bra.
“Here's to the next purchase, honey,” sneered Sarah, watching the girl lying on the floor as she walked past her.
When the door closed behind her, Demi began to get up, sitting down and massaging her smashed breasts. Each touch, even the lightest, of her hands felt like a tiny needle piercing her flesh, cursing the girl who had just left.
“Bitch...” hissed Demi. Then she screamed her rage.
Sarah walked out of the warehouse without being seen, approaching the checkout counter. The shy girl saw her, lowering her gaze as Sarah handed her the black lace bra.
“It's on the house,” said the salesgirl, shaking her head.
Sarah widened her flushed eyes, smiling. She nodded to the saleswoman, exiting the store. The shy girl's eyes followed the Italian student's figure out of the store, before moving back to the PC screen, the images from the surveillance cameras that covered the entire store. Even the warehouse.
***
As soon as Sarah arrived home she took care to hide her new purchase from her sister, stashing it in her room so that it could not be found.
Exhausted, the Italian girl undressed in front of the mirror, staring at her reddened breasts hanging down. Just touching them caused her pain, but also a kind of pleasure at their victory.
“That bitch is tough,” thought the Italian brunette, “but not tough enough.”
Sarah smiled, turning and heading for the bathroom. Shortly after she stepped out of the hot shower, her phone rang in the quiet stillness of the room. Ana's name appeared on the screen.
“Ana?” asked Sarah, answering the call.
The girl on the other end sounded tired and alarmed, speaking in bursts without giving the brunette time to say anything.
“Wait, wait,” Sarah managed to interrupt when Ana stopped talking to breathe, “Tell me more when I see you. Where are you?”
From the other end of the phone came an unsure answer, asking to be somewhere more private.
“All right. I'll get to your house. I'll be as quick as I can.”
The phone call closed, leaving Sarah sighing. That turbulent day was still far from over.
