I have only fought Ewa a few times, but every one has been intense and exciting. This one is probably the most enjoyable so far.
aleenazon: I had heard about the new ambassador's wife. I heard she was incredibly attractive, young in comparison to the ambassador, and the word on her was she was quite full of herself. The party tonight was for the elite of the diplomatic corps and of course she would be accompanying the ambassador, who cut a striking figure for a man in his late middle ages. When I saw her enter the ballroom, I was immediately impressed by her face, her body, and her exquisite gown which was cut low to reveal her massive breasts and ample cleavage. When you went through the receiving line we exchanged the usual pleasantries with me welcoming you to DC and how I would be happy to show you around, etc. etc. But the spark between us was unmistakeable and the promise to "chat later" that night was sure to be honored as we both sensed the need to continue the conversation.... yt
Ewa S: Ah. Washington D.C. The seat of power of the 'free world' as Americans like to remind themselves, and everyone else in their obnoxious flag waving antics and dumbassery that they call patriotism. As if the rest of us never had freedoms or culture. But I've learned quickly to keep my opinions and critcism to myself. To paint a pretty pleasant face with every stroke of my mascara and touch of my blusher. But despite the glamour of the city I was no fool. My husband had to deal with the sharks in the State Department, Congress and Senate, while I had to deal with a whole different level of piranhas. They swam in an invisible pool, yet in plain site. The elite ladies of D.C. There was none more notorious than Aleena Zondrick, the trophy wife of Steven Zondrick, the wealthiest man in the Capital, and one of the most influential. And it's no surprise that the woman who managed to get such catch was a perfect feline speciment, both in looks, body that she took pride of, and most certainly, her attitude. I was warned immediately when I arrived, to keep a low profile, to never raise my head, but it wasn't in my nature. And before long, I could hear the rumors, see the twingy eyes gazing upon me, and I knew that she has started her games. And before we laid eyes on each other, I knew that we were destined to cross paths. Tonight's gala was our first time to meet in months, and despite the preppy, joyful talk and wide smiles, we were both seething. I saw the way your hands squeezed the stem of your Champagne flute, while my 5" stilettoe clicked on the Italian marble floors of your mansion. I could see your girls staring at us nervously from the distance. The creme-de-la-creme of the capital. And after you whispered your words about 'chatting later'. I smiled, leaned in, almost pretending to kiss you on the cheek, but instead, my lips whispered into your ears; "I look forwards for our little girly chat Aleena..... I'm sure we will get to know each other so... intimately..." before turning and slowly walking away towards Alexei, my husband. otu
aleenazon: When you turned to walk away my gaze followed you for a moment as you knew it would....haughty bitch. I turned to smile graciously at the next guest arriving my heart pounding as I couldn't wait to find you later and resume our chat. The party got into full swing as DC diplomatic soirees tend to do. The champagne and liquor were flowing, deals were being cut, and liaisons - both personal and political - were being forged and reinforced. I chatted gaily in with my fellow trophy wives as the husbands loved to see us do. Little did they know what we do in the private penthouse when they are at the office during the day. I kept an eye on Ewa as the night wore on and noticed her surreptitious glances at me as I made the rounds. Finally I saw you emerging from the ladies room alone and knew this was the time. Approaching you with an extra champagne flute in my grasp, I handed you one and smiled as I held out my glass for a toast. Our eyes locked as the glasses clinked and we both took a rather big gulp and looked each other up and down. "Ewa - it is SO wonderful to have you here in DC. I really would love to introduce you to my best friends...I'm sure you will find them as charming and wonderful as I do" otu
Ewa S: The night passes, but my heartbeat never recedes back to normal. It remains elevated, and my senses remain sharp. I hold the same Champagne flute in my hand the entire night, I fake taking sips from it, my instincts telling me that I need my senses sharp. And while the men, the nation's, nay, the WORLD's "finest" descend into their drunken stupors. Laughing joyfully and pretending to be the best of friends, I keep my calm smile, standing by my husband's side, a calm smile on my face, not trying to hide how my eyes are gazing and following you. You are the Queen of the party, and you make no short display of it. Surrounded by your entourage of D.C's most glamorous hens, clucking your praises and feeding in your ego, but I still smiled smugly as I saw how your eyes gazed at me. There was no pretense there. I'm on your mind as you are on mine, and I'm sure it's in part your game, how you try to stare someone down, until you break their gaze. But tough luck when it comes to this small town girl from Eastern Europe. They make us tough, and they make us extra-catty. I'm already getting bored, horribly so, when I walk out of the girls room to suddenly see you standing there. You hand me the flute, and I keep a catty smile on my face, my senses on full-alert. The flutes clank, their sounds reminding me of little swords meeting, especially with our combative stances. "Friends??" I almost chuckle, my words carrying a lot of meaning; "Oh I would LOVE to meet them." I purr, and I walk next to you, my right arm sliding around your left, hugging you like we're BFF's, leaning into you, letting you feel the tone and firmness in my arms, but only to feel yours, "Lead the way...." I purr, my tongue popping in my mouth. otu
aleenazon: I'm just a bit surprised about how "touchy" you are but I don't blink an eye - thinking maybe this bitch swings both ways. I smile into your eyes a bit wickedly then arm in arm we walk over to a group of three of the most gorgeous women in the room. They hold out their hands to take yours, give the obligatory cheek kiss and we engage in the typical conversations about the humid DC weather, the latest parties and so on until the topic moves to a discussion of our "club". Andrea, a beautiful buxom blonde with an athlete's trim figure, mentioned how she couldn't wait to get her claws on the wife of the French abassador, Danielle. I glanced quickly at you looking for a reaction but you gave me none other than a smile.... otu
Ewa S: We walk, like two beauty pageants, despite the sea of gorgeous femmes around us. Not a single man in this room doesn't command millions under his thumb, and they sure know how to pick their wives. We get to your friends, and after brief, insincere courtesies, the four of you start conversing. I don't bother pretending that I'm sipping my Champagne anymore. My right arm curled holding it by my chest, my left crossed, my fingers holding my elbow. The tips of my manicured nails painted in dual tones, white and red, to match the flag of Poland, a bit of national pride never hurts in such occassions. But as you two begin to converse 'deeper', I'm surprised. You talk of your club, and it's nature, and I can feel a cold shudder move up my spine. My eyes narrow, listening to Buxom Andrea talking about the French Ambassador's wife with no little bit of hissing and bitching. Interesting! I lift my glass for the first time in hours and I take a sip of the bubbly, when I see the eyes turn to me, and I smile, tilting my head; "You know, it's wonderful to see that us girls will always be girls. I'd be careful if I were you though, Andrea, European cats have sharp claws." I purr, as my eyes dances to the side, casting you a dirty glance. I know your play now, and I'm sure you're getting my hint very well. otu
aleenazon: All eyes in our group turn to you after your comment. It is Andrea who speaks first "Listen Ewa, if that French slut thinks she can take me, she has no idea what she is up against.....claws or not!" I look into your eyes as the level of emotion in the conversation increases suddenly. "Ewa - something tells me you have had some experience with other Eurotrash "cats" as you so quaintly call them" with an emphasis on the "other" that digs into you with a subtle insult and I wait just a moment for your reaction.... otu
Ewa S: Andrea's response is as volatile as it's predictable from an American bottle blonded bimbo. I don't respond, instead I lower my flute and give her that 'look', that makes her cower down, realizing that she might have issues with more than one Euro-cat if she kept going. But you take all the attention off her with your not-so-subtle insult, that even those dumb bimbos notice and chuckle at. I turn my head to you, and I give you a little cute smile and I say; "Oh Aleena. I've had more experience than you could tell looking at me. I'm just that good, they never really got to leave much marks." I take another sip, and I purr; "And I'll tell you from my experience, Eurocats are much tougher than White Trash Inbred American nobodies -- no offense meant." I purr my tongue curling and licking the corner of my lip, waiting for your response. otu
aleenazon: My friends are stunned by your bold rejoinders and your self confidence and swagger. Suddenly I could see more than the amazingly beautiful former model as I look at you intently. There before me was a nasty street fighting bitch from Eastern Europe who capitalized on her incredible body and beauty to rise to the top of the model ranks and marry one of the wealthiest men in Poland. After a moment of strained silence I smile wickedly at you...."Well Ewa, perhaps you have heard about our little secret society of embassy and corporate CEO wives in DC. While the men are at work...we have a rather special way to 'work out' so to speak". ....otu
Ewa S: My eyes glare straight into yours. The three bitches that you call friends go silent, even holding their breath. They are scared of you, and know better than to interfere when you have your mind and attention fixed on someone. They stare at the way I glare deeply into yours and they can tell where this is leading. Part of their minds is pitting me for messing up with their leader, the bitch who clawed and chewed her way to the top both in society, and then into your husband's bed. The stories whispered in how a 30 year old woman landed a 70 year old tycoon like him are not too hush-hush, some of his children from his many marriages are your age, but you eliminated all competition, including his last wife and even his eldest daughter in mean, nasty catfights to make sure their names are taken out of the will, and their feet to never set place in any of his properties. My lips curl and I speak slowly; "Yes, I've heard the rumors, and I was quite intrigued. You know, we never had something so... formal... back in Poland... it's quite refreshing to see how you Americans do it... Maybe I should pay that little club a visit... But I heard it's.. invitation-only...." otu
aleenazon: We both stare into each others eyes intently now....the sparks flying while our body language betrays none of the intensity. To a casual onlooker it would seem that the five of us were engaged in "girl talk" about shopping or whatever. "Well Ewa - I like to do things 'formally' as you so quaintly put it. We meet regularly in my private penthouse overlooking the Potomac - usually at least once a week. In each "meeting" there are usually 2 to 3 matches between women who want to see who is the best between them or who have disputes to settle. Some of the matches are ongoing rivalries - women who have fought each other multiple times with both having won and lost and still needing to settle the pecking order between them. But there are times where fights are held without the rest of the members there. Some rivalries are so intense that the two women need to settle their differences in total privacy. And of COURSE you would be invited to join....." otu
Ewa S: "Oh...??" I softly purr, seeing your aggressive body language. Your toned, sculpted body turning fullly to me. I see the tension in your shoulders, your jaw, the corners of your lips, the way your eyes narrow. Fuck, even your three bitches take a step back, and I wonder if you actually hated someone enough to lose it and swing at her in public. I feel a chill down my back, I'm a fucking Ambassador's wife. I can't afford a spectacle or scandal in public, well I can, but he sure can't... But you don't swing, you just hiss your words at me, and I just listen to them all. "I see..." I purr.... And I take a step.. into you... Fucking risking it all, I walk into you until there is barely any room between our breasts. The girls look to each other in panic and then they turn their backs to us, pressing their bodies together to form a wall and hide our very... confrontative posture so we don't draw any attention. "And who would be STUPID enough to want to bring me there and take me on for one of those... intense.... private fights? Certainly not you, you don't look THAT dumb, Aleena...." otu
aleenazon: This snotty Polish slut is definitely WAY too full of herself. My sources were correct that she would be the perfect new recruit for the society. The rest of the room, my friends.....everything faded into the background as you and I face off and you practically grind your tits into mine. I catch myself looking down into your cleavage before looking back into your eyes with a fierce grin. "Well Ewa...let's not start talking about who is dumb and who is incredibly and stupidly unaware of what the FUCK she is up against in a fight with someone she has NO idea about"....still smling...."so why don't we make your introduction to the society to be a private match with me...that is if you think you can handle that as a start..." otu
Ewa S: "Oh.. I would have it... NO other way...." I purr right into your face, seeing the way you smile, you must feel like the fisherwoman who caught the biggest catch in the entire ocean.... Well, you're partially right... I'm not like your little bimbo friends.... But we'll see about that catching bit... My lips curl in a smile, that dances slightly and I purr; "... An invitation from the matriarch of the cat society.. Lucky me.... You know, I don't blame you for wanting to make this private.... You sure don't want your girls see your fall from grace.... But alas, they will hear about it surely.... Sign me up hunni..." I reach into my purse, and I pull a little card, my name embossed on one side, and the other, my email.. I pull out a pen and scribble my cell phone number, and with the girls covering us, I push the card right between your impressive, firm breasts, deep into your cleavage... "Call me, I'll be waiting.... And I'll move mountains to make our little 'play date' Aleena. Just let me know what to wear..." otu
aleenazon: My heart is pounding as we finish our chat and you shove your card into my tits. I don't react and slowly reach up to retrieve the card. Without looking at my friends I simply say.."You WILL be hearing from me Ewa...and soon". Then I smile one more time with the gracious hostess expression..."well I have other guests to attend to...have a wonderful night Ewa!" and I walk off with Andrea and the other girls gaping their mouths open in shock....otu
Ewa S: The encounter was so... surreal.... I am so on edge... I just turn, my face flushed red, and despite my legendary Eastern European cool and composure, even my dimwitted husband Alexei notices looking at me and asking if I'm alright. I tell him that I'm feeling tired and want to go home. He raises a brow and says "But darling the evening is still young." -- I lean in and whisper into his ears; "Let's go. I want to fuck your brains out. I'm so horny if we don't come, I swear I'll fuck the busboy!" His eyes go wide, a stupid smile on his face and he excuses himself. The moment we enter our home I'm already yanking his suit and shirt off, pushing him into bed. I fuck him so hard, so wildly he climaxes three times, before I gasp and shudder, riding him, my nails scratching his chest, gasping as I collapse down, breathing hard. He smiles like a proud stud, but little does he know, that all I saw, all I thought of, was that dark-haired vixen, and the things I will be doing to her. My eyes go heavy, and I just pass out, wondering how long will it be before I hear from you. otu
aleenazon: The next morning I wake up and after getting Steven off to work I sit down to one more cup of coffee and ponder the conversation with Ewa from the night before. This bitch really would NOT back down and I could tell she wanted to fight me as much if not more than I wanted to fight her. The only question is should I play coy and wait a day or so and schedule the match for later in the week....or should we do it TODAY? I for one could not WAIT to get my claws on that gorgeous bitch and I was hoping she felt the same. With a slight tremble in my hand from the excitement of the battle...I dial her number. After you answer I speak in a friendly voice..."Hello Ewa...this is Aleena. I hope you enjoyed the little party last night?" I say with feigned congeniality....otu
Ewa S: The night is troubling. I keep tossing and turning, waking up with cold sweats, I breathe hard. I have to go get a glass of water and set it on the nightstand, staring at Alexei, passed out like a happy oaf. I sigh, and finally the morning comes. He kisses my forehead and leaves to the office, while I just chew on some Oatmeal with dried fruits. Then the phone rings. I look ati t, my eyes narrowing. A private number. My heart pounds, I know who it is before I answer, and when I hear your voice. I can't help but feel a delighted shudder travel through my body; "Aleena... I knew you would call, I have to say, I thought you would wait three days, isn't that how you do it in America?" I purr.... Before adding; "I enjoyed myself, very much. You're such a great hostess, and I can not wait to see the full extent of your... hospitality.." otu
aleenazon: I chuckle a little at the small talk but I sense your anticipation is as great as mine for what is sure to be an epic encounter. As you speak in your enthusiastic tone which belies an undercurrent of dark threats, I think back briefly on all the times I have fought women and the ones I have beaten easily and the ones who nearly beat. Somehow I knew this would be tougher than any of them. I respond to your faux cheerfulness with my own..."Since you are new to town...I really didn't want to wait to show you our own version of DC 'hospitality' if you know what I mean. So it turns out my schedule is clear today...would you like to meet at the penthouse at noon? I totally understand if this is too soon for you and you would rather put it off another day...or week..." otu
Ewa S: I hear your words, and I realize that if my voice doesn't give it out, my heavy breathing shows how excited I am. I've thought of this, of you all night. Fuck I thought of you when I was fucking my husband. And right now, as you laugh softly, I feel like I'm sitting on a stove. I lick my lips like a cat cleaning her whispers; "Puuuuuurfect. I told you I would move mountains to make our little play date. But lucky for me, I only have to move my Pilates class. I'll still get that mani/pedi though, I advice you to do the same..." I pause, then I slowly add; "Is there a dress code for your club Aleena, I don't want to be over, or under-dressed for this." I purr, resisting the urge to bite on my right hand's nails.. Not today Ewa, you need them pristine... otu
aleenazon: I can hear it in your voice. I can sense in the pauses when I hear your breath quickening like mine is. "What a coincidence Ewa! It just so happened that my favorite nail salon had an appointment they cancelled so I could come in for a one as well" I tried to keep my voice modulated ...to not let my pounding heartbeat be heard through my words to you...."as for the dress code - well it's flexible" I say with a little chuckle...."It's totally up to the two women involved......of course we like to 'dress to impress' as they say so I like wearing one of my favorite bikinis or lingerie....what would YOU like darling?" I say with fake warmth...."but keep in mind that it might not come home with you". And though we both know what will transpire....it is interesting that the word "fight" has never been actually mentioned....otu
Ewa S: I lick my lips, we're talking almost like old friends, or two prom-dates teasing each other about the after party and what we'll do. There is something intoxicatingly wicked about how easy you are taking this, and how much you seem to want this. My eyes narrow and I whisper; "I always, dress to impress. I think lingerie sounds perfect. And I'm not worried about taking it home with me, but I'll take what's left of yours, as a little trophy." I purr my words. "Noon you said? My my. I think I better go get ready Aleena. Text me the address. And oh, are there any rules that we should bother following? Or shall we just let our inner cats OUT?" I purr, my left claw tapping on the tabletop... My mouth nearly salivating, my kitty getting warmer. otu
aleenazon: "Lingerie sounds lovely darling! I will be sure to wear something you will enjoy seeing as I'm sure you will do the same. Now as for rules...well I don't want to imtimidate you, but we tend to have very few rules for our fights. But it IS important that we don't leave TOO much evidence of our encounters. So no scratching or clawing the face and no closed fist blows to the crotch or breasts. Does that work for you babe? I am open to anything more you would like......or less for that matter" I say with just a hint of a dare in my voice...otu
Ewa S: "Understood. And I'm of the same mindest. I'll keep things... in check... unless you decide to mark me in a visible spot, and if you do, you'll have to explain to good old hubby why you need a plastic surgery. I'm fine with such rules. Let's keep it catty, personal, and dirty. And let me stress on that last word.... Because I fight very, very dirty... See you in a bit Aleena." I purr your name sexily, then I hang up. Rising up, my heart pounding, I rush to the shower, dropping my robe to the floor. I turn on the water and I take a bath. Stepping out, I head to my bedroom and I pause I know exactly what I'm wearing, I have to fish for it, but I then find it, my wedding day lingerie set. I smile, slipping it on, the white lacey bra with the tiny blue bow-tie at the front. The matching thong panties, lacey and nearly see-through. One white stocking on my left leg, the one on my right leg, blue. I hook the tops to my garterbelt, fixing it, then I slip on a long flowing summer dress, enough to hide the lingerie beneath, and my 4" pumps. I find the text with the address on my phone. I get out and I just ignore the driver, I walk to the end of the street, and my Uber is waiting, I get in and I sit at the back, heart pounding. First stop, the nail salon, the second stop, SlutVille! otu
aleenazon: I go to my bedroom and jump in the shower. The water cascades over my near perfect body - honed to perfection by long hours at the gym and regular tennis matches and spin sessions. I find myself touching my nipples and letting my fingertips drift down to my mound a I think of you....and YOUR amazing body that I will soon see in greater detail...and feel against mine. After toweling off and drying my hair I go into the dresser in my huge walk in closet and choose my newest treasure from my favorite lingerie shop - a baby blue lace bra with matching thong and garters with off white stockings.....that show off my long toned legs. I put on a white summery dress over it all and head down to meet my chauffeur who is waiting to take me to the salon. After my nails are polished and manicured to perfection, I'm driven to the condo tower and I tell my driver I will call him when I'm ready but it will be several hours at least. When I arrive at the penthouse suite, it is only a moment before I get a buzz on the intercom and it is you ready to come up the elevator... otu
Ewa S: I feel a bit awkward at the saloon when the girl gets to work on my toe nails, and I have to reach under my dress, unclasping my garterbelt and pulling my stockings down. She looks at me confused, and in her Chinese accent she asks "Bride?" -- "No no, just... felt like wearing something sexy." I say to her blushing a bit. She shakes her head; "Bride package $500." I blink staring at her, does she think I'm trying to cheat the fucking bill? I refrain from throwing a tantrum, and curling some Asian tramp's skin under my nails, no, that honor is reserved for your flesh. I just begrudgingly pay the fucking $500 and then get barraged by her telling me to wait for my massage and sauna. I just get out catch my uber and get to the Tower. I breathe hard, and as I notice the golden Trump'esque plaque hanging over the massive entrance; "Zondrick Tower". Ah great, so you fucking own the place. I step in and proceeding to the lobby, one of the three receptionists buzz up, giving me a wide smile. I can tell from their eyes that I'm not the first dolled up guest he sees here going to the pent house, and I wonder if I am going to limp out. I squeeze the straps of my little backpack, where I have a change of clothes inside, and he gives me a keycard for the exclusive elevator. I swipe it against the reader and soon, I'm ferried up at bullet speed to the very top. My stomach is churning, but it's not the motion sickness it's just pure... raw... anticipation.... otu
aleenazon: I'm waiting for you as the elevator opens and I escort you through the entryway of the penthouse which consists of the entire top floor of the tower. I give you a hug....holding you to me for a lingering moment - feeling your full breasts pressing to mine....my hand softly caressing your back and arms....checking out the muscle tone and firmness. I kiss you softly on the cheek.."would you like anything before we start darling? Water, Perrier, a glass of wine perhaps?" and I step back to look at you - astonished that you are even more of a picture of perfection than you were last night otu
Ewa S: You welcome me, and I pause staring at you, you're all dolled up, and in the day light you look more radiant than in the party. You open your arms and you hug me. I freeze, and I wonder if this is truly amicable, or if you are just trying to intimidate me by feeling your perfectly toned and firm body, from your strong thighs, hips, flat abs, and curvy breasts. I I squeeze you back, like two serpents feeling each other up, and as you kiss my cheek I whisper; "I think you've been such a gracious hostess so far. Let's not stretch that." I purr as we pull apart, and I stare at you. I then look around the penthouse, my hands on my hips, I feel calmer, the nervousness gone, and I know that it's the effects of the adrenaline. "So, where do you usually do it?" otu
aleenazon: My smile turns to a frown, if only briefly, as you make your catty comment. Pulling back I pause before speaking, my body tingling with the adrenaline coursing through my body. "We have a special room for the 'encounters' Ewa. Why don't you use the first bedroom on the right down that hallway to get ready and I will come get you in a moment". And after showing you to your room I go to my private room and remove my dress and look at myself in the full length mirror. Taking a deep breath I take in my body's reflection and am very pleased with what I see. Then with a confident smile to myself I go down the hall and knock softly on your door and I see you before me....and I can't stop from taking a sharp inhalation of breath as i see you in your lingerie for the first time otu
Ewa S: I see the frown on your face, and my bitchy smirk widens. Awww.. Did I hurt her little feelings?? Did the little preppy spoilt gold-digger grow to like me??? Well, after I conquer her, I might be nice to her, in a dominant, soothing way. But right now, I am going to remain focus. In the little bedroom I slowly strop down my dress and I lay it on the bed. I breathe hard. I turn and stare at my body I'm not the biggest woman out there with my 5'4" 118lbs 36EE-24-34 frame, but I sure as hell am tough, toned and athletic. And I make up for any size or power deficiencies with my wit, fire, and speed. I hear the knocks on the door, and I strut towards the door, my heels clicking on the floor and as I open it, I stand there, in the white and blue lingerie, with the mis-matching stockings, my right hand on my hip, my left holding the door open, our eyes fall on each other, and wow. That fucking body of yours. I stare at your toned abs, your perky firm breast, the strong thighs and the tone on your arms... This bitch is not a push over.... A long pause passes, then I say in a clear voice; "Sorry about before Aleena... But there is no need to pretend that we're friends... We have something to settle.... And once it's done, we can then see how we feel about each other." otu
aleenazon: I smile again...this time with an air of privileged confidence. "Oh no offense taken Ewa. We both know why we are here so lets not pretend that we actually like each other when we really want to tear each other apart".....and I turn and head down the hall, my hips swaying as I know you are watching my firm glutes undulate .....shown off to perfection in the tiny blue lace thong. At the end of the hall I open the door to a large room with a thick plush carpet and several sofas positioned around the room. I walk to the center of the room before turning to face you. My 34D 24 35 body on full display to you in my expensive lingerie. At 115 lbs we are almost evenly matched with the exception of your much larger breasts. I fully intense to exercise my jealousy of your fabulous boobs with attacks soon. As we both stand facing each other in our heels and lingerie I smile with a wicked grin and say...'well here are...BITCH" otu
Ewa S: My eyes twitch as your sudden shift in gears. Gone is the little disappointed hurt look and voice, and you go back to the QUEEN BITCH aura, dismissing and discarding my rather genuine apology. "Okay, fine by me, Aleena." I say in an indignant voice as you turn and I follow you. My eyes do indeed stare at your perfect ass, and I can tell, that with them and your tough legs, the fight will hit overdrive once we get to the ground, keeping you on your back will be one hell of a task, and I can feel my own curvy buttocks clenching, eager to take the challenge. We enter the large vacated room. The plush carpet making my heels dig into them. It's thick enough to make any fall sufferable, the the empty couches makes it obvious that you planned to be able to host a couple dozen girls here if you desire so. You turn to me, and finally, you hiss it, the word I was wondering how long it would take... 'Bitch'... My eyes narrow and I purr; "yes... Here we are... Kurwa...." I purr the word in my native tongue, the exact translation of the word you cussed at me. Walking up slowly towards you, until we are half a foot apart... Glaring into your eyes I hiss; "I won't lie, you have such a perfect body, that ass of yours..." I purr, my hands slowly sliding around you, touching your curvy buttocks, and my God are they just pure muscle.... "This slim waist..." My fingers trail up, nails lightly snagging your thong's waistband, and around your waist, my fingers turning, now you can feel the tips of my nails on your skin... just brushing.... "But my favorites sure have to be those washboard abs...." I purr, my left hand curling into a claw, and all of a sudden I GOUGE my nails into your stomach... Driving all five claws in like tiny daggers pushing into the little ripples between your abdominals.... "Let's see how much pain they can take, cxnt!" I roar my words as dish in the first blow. otu
aleenazon: I see you looking at my body.....and I allow you to caress me not knowing what you have in mind for this battle but I let you go...giving you the opportunity to literally FEEL me out. I bite my lower lips as you purr about my body and your fingertips toy with my lingerie....I start to think this Polish slut just wants to fuck...when suddenly I feel the piercing intrusion of your long newly sharpened nails into my taut belly. I can't stifle the scream that emanates from my lips but instinctively I reach for those massive breasts and apply the same "technique" as you and start to dig my nails into the exposed flesh of your breasts which are nearly overflowing from your sexy bra. I relish the look of anguish in your eyes as we both attack tender flesh and smooth skin without hesitation......"so it's THIS way Ewa!!?? Fine!!" grunting as I start to push you back - both of us teetering on our stilletto heels...otu
Ewa S: I did not expect any less from you. Had you doubled over, whimpered and cried in a pleading heap to the floor, I would have most surely thought that I wasted my time. No, you react the way I expected and HOPED. You cry out loud, showing that no matter how much your muscles armor you, they are in themselves vulnerable to the piercing of my claws. But your claws shoot up and jam into my breasts. Claws pushing through the lace of the bra, and the exposed skin above the cups alike. "AIIIIEEHHHH!!" I screech, your nails are filed so sharp, I wince in pain, feeling the claws gouging my soft tits and pushing them into my chest bone; "NNGGHHH... BITCH..... Yes... This is the way... Did you think there is any other way, you stupid American cxnt?" I hiss, my right hand coming up and I grab your hair by the back of your head and I PULL back sharply, offsetting your pulling, as you push me back a couple of steps but we come to a stop... Grimacing, my legs tensing... You claw my chest, and my nails gouge into your abs... Attacking your core and tugging on your hair in short, angry, powerful YANKS.. I PULL, ease up, then PULL again, trying to strain and whiplash your neck... My left claws suddenly easening and instead of pushing in, i RAKE my nails up across your taut abs, hissing; "The summer might not be over, but you won't be wearing much bikinis for the rest of it, Aleena!" otu
aleenazon: We struggle and careen around the middle of the room as if in some drunken dance. I push you pull and you grab my hair jerking my head back as I keep my claws latched to your magnificent tits and keep digging my nails in ....pushing into the cups which barely hold your enormous tits and pulling your breasts up and out ...exposing your nipples which are new targets for my fingers...I grip both hard projectiles as tightly as I can and twist and pull before digging my nails into them.....as if to slice them open. But YOUR nails continue to attack my core.....and again I cry out as you rake your nail up my firm belly. "You dirty Eurotrash WHORE!! You have come to the right place if you want the bitch battle of your life you TRAMP!!" ... yt
Ewa S: We struggle and fight, you push me back few steps, but I bring us to a halt, before pulling and pushing you back, my claws tighten and rake up your stomach while you pull and rake my breasts up out of my matrimonial bra. The last time my nipples were pulled out of this bra, they were treated with much more care and kidness. "AIIIEEHHH!!" I feel your nails pinch and press into my nipples; "FUUUUUCKKKK!!" I scream in agony as my hand in your hair tightens, and I scream; "AWWW YOU FUCKING BIITCHHH!!" I shake your head madly right and left, like I'm trying to loosen your neck from your fucking spinal cord... My left claw reaching the middle of your bra clasp, the one connecting the cups and I pull it UP over your tits, but instead of attacking them I keep my grip on the bra and I SHOVE my right fist holding it over your right shoulder, my hand pulling your hair forwards, and I bring the front of your bra cup against your throat, pushing with one hand on it, and pulling your hair by the other to use the hard underwider to bite and press into your throat. "You flatter yourself SLUT!! I'll show you what you've never seen you filthy SLUT!" otu
aleenazon: Standing face to face....pushing and pulling as our nails inflict severe pain on each other.....we curse and insult our nemesis as we fight. My neck feels like its going to snap as you pull my hair back and forth and I have to grab a handful of your tit to keep my balance. When I feel your hand on my bra I brace myself for a brutal titfight but instead feel the stiff underwire of my bra digging into my throat and i gasp for air as it cuts off my breath by pressing into my windpipe. In desperation I release your tits and grab YOUR hair now with my left hand and yank your head back with a hard jerk while reaching down your belly...and finding the front of your thong and grab it and pull and lift it up with a quick yank into your pussy lips. The look in your eyes tell me this tactic was effective as struggle to breathe as I push forward again yt
Ewa S: My tits are on fire, they are already covered in red scrapes and scratches, some of them deep enough to break the outer layers of the skin, and are trickling with blood. I sneer and push in my attack. You're choking and I love hearing the hacking sounds from your pretty lips, tugging on your hair, and your hands release my breasts finally. "cxnt.... Not so tough now, huh----AAAHHH!!" I shriek in sudden pain, my head jerked back, my scalp on fire, and your claws find my thong and PULL up. I yelp, tip-toeing as the fabric saws into my labia, and mostly my crack from this frontal wedgie... "FFFfffuuuuckkk!!" I cry in pain as you push me few more steps back. But I keep the choke on your bra, pushing it, watching as the metal underwire bite into your throat and I know it will leave a nasty mark... My right leg suddenly coming up, my knee rising, almost like I'm about to drive it into your pussy, but I don't, instead I stop my leg halfway and pointing the tip of my heel at the back of your toned, muscled left calf I RAKE down, using the tip to drag down your calf and alsh across your sexy stockings and the flesh beneath it... The moment my foot hits the floor I curl it around the back of your clawed leg, and I tighten it, twisting and pulling on your hair and back to my left, trying to tackle you and take us down to the carpet.. HARD... otu
aleenazon: Wheezing now as you relentlessly try to choke me with my own bra. But I thrill at the sounds of your pain...your curses as I keep pulling...digging the lacy, but effectively coarse, fabric into your labia. I start to grow dizzy as my oxygen starved brain reacts.....when I feel your legs snaking around mine and my stockings rip apart with your foot attack...my skin seared with pain. I feel you trying to wrestle me to the floor and in my weakened state I let you do it but let go of your thong and grab another fistful of hair as we crash to the carpet together ...both snarling and hissing .......fortunately knocking your hands from my bra and as we hit the floor and I can breathe again! yt
Ewa S: We twist and spin, and even as I drag you down, you're relentless, tugging and pulling on my thong, and I low a low ripping and popping of the seams and as we CRASH hard I YELP in pain, our grips on the other weakening, my bare scratched tits smacking on yours hard, my hand losing the grip on your bra, and you on my thong.. I groan; "You fucking cxnt!! I can feel the flesh on flesh, the stockings hissing, my right leg curled around your leg, I spread my left leg to the side, pushing my knee and shin down to the carpet to half straddle you, my claws coming up to the sides and I clamp on your exposed tits; "Payback time whore!" I hiss and I dig my nails into the front of your tits, straight into your aerolas, my thumbs hooking into the undersides, as I close my fists hard, trying to crush as much of your D-cups as I can, lifting my chest and dropping it down on your my hands to further crush your breasts in a wild shriek! otu
aleenazon: We both hit the floor hard with a loud thud and the impact forces both of us to shift tactics. With one final tug on your lacy thong I hear it rip apart leaving your raw puffy labia exposed as the thong is now in tatters around your waist ...matching my bra as it bursts apart and opens my tits up to your attack. Our legs intertwine as I try to push you off of me and roll you to the side but you are just too strong...or in a better position when we land...or perhaps both. It is ME now who yanks your head back and forth - using your long dark locks as a weapon when I feel your vicious claws attack my 34Ds with an intensity I have NEVER felt in any fight. I let out a wail of agony as you straddle me and squeeze my precious orbs with intense cruelty then slam your tits down on me to add even more torment to my tits. FUCK! you nasty cxnt!!!!!! Screaming in agony as tears well in my eyes as my tits burn with pain! yt
Ewa S: Tumbling and crashing to the floor, we land in a ball of frenzied hatred and feminine ferocity. Long have we dropped the masks of high-society femme fatales, and now, we're no longer billionaire and diplomat wives, we have foregone etiquette for only one art; the art of BITCHFIGHTING. My bra pulled under my breasts, my thong ripped, I can feel how you quickly and effectively BARED me as they hang loosely in the wrong spots... My Brazilian waxed kitty brushes against the top of your right thigh and hip, feeling the strap of your garterbelt tickle my labia as we struggle, our legs tangling... You yank my head wildly; "AHHH!! AIIIEEE!! FUUUCKKK!" I scream mauling your breasts back, making up for lost time, slamming my chest down on you, but you're SO fucking tough and with few more tugs you tilt me to the left, and then slowly, work me to my back... "RRAAHHH!!!" I screech, my hands trapped between us, I pull them outwards, scratching your chest some and I slide my arms around you, my left hand grasping your hair, I claw at your scalp and pull your head back my right claw, sliding down and I dig my claws into your ass, my fingers spread, I claw at both cheeks, my nails dragging, raking at the crack and cheeks, until my fingers latch to the thong and I star tot PULL and TUG, stretching it and sawing it between your legs and cheeks, shaking wildly as I buck, trying to roll you off me. otu
aleenazon: Fighting for my very survival, I NEED to end the attack on my tits. Lifting my right knee, I start to push off with my foot against the floor to rock our bodies enough to roll. I release your hair and grab your arms and pull them outward....feeling a slash and cut on my tits as your nails rake across them. OWW! bitch!!! I hiss as I finally manage to roll on top as our bare breasts mash together smearing traces of blood on each other. Feeling a slight bit of confidence as our cheeks press together i hiss in your ear "I will destroy Polish cxnt!!" then bite down on your neck when suddenly I feel your hand on MY thong and the fabric is jerked up into my labia and sawed viciously ......screaming into your ear...."EEEEEEE you fucking BITCH!!" Y
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Ewa S: We roll slowly on the floor. It's not fast or rapid like you'd see on the many catfight videos on the internet, it's slow, agonizing, each inch paid for with sweat and tensed muscles, but you finally push me to my back, your breath brushing my cheek, then; "AIIIEEEEE!!" You bite my neck and I screaaaam in pain... My hand finding your thong, I pull on it sharply and viciously, you scream and the bite breaks.... But not without leaving a horrid pain on my neck; "YOU FUCKING ANIMAL!!!" I scream my left hand pulling your head further back I can feel your tits grinding into mine, and I tilt my head between us, and open my mouth, biting on the top of your right tit, where the skin stretches to connect with your chest bone, grinding my teeth. My right foot pressing into the carpet, grinding and bridging up, my bare kitty wet with sweat and... my own honey, smearing it on your hip as I bridge and tilt us to my left, trying to roll us over again. Out
aleenazon: Tasting the trickle of blood from the bite marks I left on your neck arouses an instinctual violent lust within me. But I seem to have aroused the same instinct in you as I feel my own thong jerked up into my labia and sawed cruelly into my sex until the fabric mercifully is ripped apart. My scream of pain fills the room but the pain and wails of agony intensify as I feel your teeth clamp down on my chest. I try to pull back from you as you bridge up....your sweaty mound rubbing into my inner thigh and hip bone - as if your body is filled with the same lust I feel as our slick loins are now coated with sweat and nectar - the fire of our fury driving us to the most primal battle of our exquisite bodies. otu
Ewa S: The fight has just exploded into a deep-tugging swirl of violence the moment we hit the floor. No longer being able to afford separation, blocking, or covering up, we can both feel each other's strong, slender, sexy body fully. Grinding, rubbing, tangling. Our legs curled around the other, the stockings hissssssss as our legs tangle like two snakes. The strap of your garterbelt lining up perfectly between my now exposed labia, and it's just there... Not hurting, but just there as a constant reminder to my nakedness, that I repain promptly, ripping your thong off. My body bridges up, and yours rear. My teeth gnawing at the top of your left breast, tasting your sweat, and soon, a distinct coppery tinge, that serves are retribution to the wound you've inflicted on my neck. My right hand, reaching up, your thong half torn off in my palm, and I slap it on your wide-gaping mouth, shoving the torn lace, that tastes of your kitty and rear into your mouth, my palm covering it like a little dome and I PUSH, grinding and I roll you to your back in a slow, but deliberate motion. My right thigh flly aware of the tender, moist labia brushing against it, a further cause for me to just.... GRIND... my upper thigh into your sex. otu
aleenazon: My body is wracked with pain as your teeth break the skin at the top of my tit - my pussy throbbing from the abuse from my own panties at your hand. I try to push your hips down with mine...our hips and cxnts grinding into each others complementary part - the violence taking on a decidedly erotic duel as well between our loins and slim muscular thighs. Rocking back and fort you finally win the battle for top position suddenly I'm acosted by the taste of my own panties in my mouth as you shove them in and clamp your hand over my open mouth. "MMPHHH!!" Panic can be seen in my eyes as you once more try to starve me of oxygen to gain an advantage in this all out bitch battle. Mimicking your tactic I bridge up....shoving my mound into yours ....into your hip bone and thigh only to feel you meet my force with your own - our naked cxnts leading a battle of our lower bodies as you try to force me to lose consciousness with your hand. In a panic I fortunately have both hands free now and I claw viciously up and down your back and ribcage....taking extra vengeance on the sides of your massive breasts that spill out to our sides as they grind into my smaller D cups. Weakening from lack of air I put everything I can into clawing your body as we bump and grind like wild dogs on the floor. otu
Ewa S: "HUnnngghhhh.. Nngghhhh.. Arrrgghhh... GRRAAHHH..." Nothing but animalistic grunts, hisses and gasps.... Each now and then infiltrated by a gasp or weak moan, when our clits align to jab, grind, or drag across each other.... And at this moment, with my body atop of yours, my damn top priority is to keep you down. Your hip grinds up, moving, with a PhD in FUCKING, you move it like a damn expert, and I do my darnest to match it, rotating my hip to keep the pressure applied, one hand in your hair, the other grinding the panties into your mouth. I try to smother you and make you gag on your own cum-soaked thong. Your pretty eyes go wide, and I see it in them, the panic. You thrust hard, and I lean in, our breasts pressing, my larger pair smothering yours and I hiss; "You're not... going... anywhere... rich girl...." I taunt you as our near-naked bodies battle it out on the thick rug in your own fighting crib, atop a tower bearing your last name. But then suddenly "AIIIIEEEHHH!" I feel the nails jamming into my back, raking UP, DOWN, SIDEWAYS, your claws scratching my back, and it's not like a lover doing it in the heat of sex, your nails HURT and my body arches... "FUUCKKK!!!" My eyes shut in pain, my hand pulls off your mouth to deliver a hard SLAP to your face, but it only serves to help make you spit out the thong out.... My other hand releases your hair and with my body arched, my tits lift off yours, and I sneak my hands in the slim gap between our breasts, my fingers curl, and I.. JAM... the hard points of my claws into your flesh.... Reserving my thumb nails to push straight into your hard beaded nipples, I close my hand into two claws, mauling and trying to invert your nipples back inside of you. Our hips, locking together, start to move in a rhythmic gyration, despite the pain, we are mad with battle-LUST, and I can feel my wetness already revealing itself, slowly seeping down on your own folds. otu
aleenazon: The extra attention paid to my manicure paid off as my nails inflict the damage as intended leaving angry red streaks on your creamy skin that will surely be noticed by your husband. Your reflexive reaction to the assault gives me the split second I need to spit the acrid thong out of my mouth. Glaring up at you with unabashed fury my face is suddenly rocked and spun to the side with probably the hardest slap I have felt in myh life! My cheek burns and new tears fill my eyes and stream down the sides of my face as I keep bucking up into you - trying to knock you off but also trying to feed the growing lust in my body as our clits stab and grind.....slick sticky inner thighs clamp together and pulse with wanton appetites of deep subconscious fire. Suddenly I feel you pull back enough to grab my tits and lock your claws on to them with clever cruelty. Screaming once again as my body convulses with fevered agony I react the only way my body knows and latch on to YOUR incredible breasts - pushing you away to force your back to arch enough for our hands to attack tits but leaving our hips pressed tight.....fuck fighting as we pump and slam our hot wet cxnts with fevered intensity... otu
Ewa S: The cries fill the high ceiling of the lavish penthouse. Everything about it is screaming about class and comfort, the anti-thesis of the absolute total BITCHFIGHT taking place on the carpet.... I grab your breasts, and I start mauling them... Your reaction is a telltale of how effective it is, and I lean in, hissing at your face; "Bitch.... When I'm done with you, you'll need to go buy new tits to replace these, I hope the doctor is good enough to replicate the----AAIIIIEEE!" My gloating words cut as your claws jam up, my larger breasts harder for your hands to cup, but you still press your fingers and CLAW tightly... My head rocks back screaming; "YOU BIIIITCHH!!!" Feeling you thrusting up into me hard... I yelp and fall to my side, and we start clawing and mauling on our sides, our tangled legs tightening and slowly you roll atop of me..... Using your position to inflict untold punishment... But then I roll you off..... and then I get back ontop... We keep rolling, slowly, mauling tits, our hips taking each chance to THRUST, GRIND, or RUB.... My clit and yours fully grown, engorged as we fence and grind... "FUUUUCKKK!!" I scream through my shut eyes.... Rolling back atop of you, and I lean down with my body, trying to lower my center of gravity to make it harder for you to roll me off, but in doing so, I'm putting MY tits more into your nails as I sink into yours.... "cxnt!!" I hiss, my long hair dangling on your face, I start to whip my head wildly right and left, trying to use my own silky tresses to swing and whip you across your pretty face.... My toes curling, the nails jamming into your ankles through the torn tips of my stockings.... Using every instinct, every tiny tool in my disposal to make you surrender, or outright take you over the edge to CUM... otu
aleenazon: All sense of reality is gone. It is only the two of us....pitting our bodies together in the most heated and instinctual way possible. Rolling back and forth as we endeavor to destroy each other's beautiful breasts - now covered with scratches and seeping blood. Legs locked and intertwined then pushed apart as first one then the other gets on top to try and dominate before losing position and forced to her back. This goes on for what seems like forever but probably is only a few minutes. I let go of your left tit momentarily to slap YOUR face before raking my nails down the lush org again and digging in again. "You fucking cxnt!! I'll send you back to your filthy country in disgrace!!" as we continue to hurl verbal taunts as we fight hard still. But despite our emotional fever, our bodies can only take so much. No amount of cardio training prepares you for this type of prolonged battle. Our movements slow as we roll over and over - the grinding becomes more labored while still eliciting moans of lust to accompany the cries of pain. I'm feeling the sensation that is unmistakeable but unforeseen as my cxnt keeps needing to find yours....my engorged clit seeking its companion in this deadly duel. "Give up Ewa you whore!!" snarling.....hoping against hope you have had enough...otu
Ewa S: The fighting is winding down, despite what we want, what we think of ourselves, we are tiring, draining each other fast. I've never fought a bitch like you, and right now, the garter belts are half snapped off, hanging to one side of our hips, the stockings torn, shredded. The rolling slowed down to each practically taking half a minute under the other, before another on our sides then she gets her turn on top. Our breasts are mauled, scratched... You SLAP my face hard, and I yelp, falling off you, and we tangle on our sides.... "Slut.... And I'll send you back to the trailer park you crawled out of, before you married into money, you white trash slut!" Grimacing, I grab your hard nipples, and give them a hard PINCHHH. I twist them and pull them towards me, stretching your tits painfully as I scream and slowly roll you off me and get on our sides again... "You... give it up.. ugghhhh..." I gasp, our legs tangled so tightly, it's hard to tell where one starts and the other ends, the stockings shredded and laddered, there is nothing but the sweat-covered steely corded muscles on our legs visible... Panting, I press my hip into yours and slowly rock it, moving it in slight, subtle motions, like a belly dancer, pinching and twisting your nipples, focusing the abuse to the pressure and pleasure points, shaking them, as my clit dances across yours.... "You... fucking dyke... you're gonna cum... aren't you..." I hiss hypocritcally at you, as I SPIT into your eyes and push slowly, rolling you to your back, my hands slowly pulling your tits sideways with your nipples, forcing your perfect breasts to point outwards. otu
aleenazon: The tits....always the tits. If you came upon us now...you would think we were lesbian lovers and not mortal enemies save for the bloody scratches and tattered lingerie barely clinging to our sweat soaked bodies. First you on top, then me.....then you again. Each time the top bitch grinds her cxnt into her foe......slapping and squeezing and clawing breasts as she endures the same to her own. "You'll never be as good as me Ewa..you're nothing but a poor tramp who got lucky to have a killer body" and I slap your tits hard forcing a loud yelp before you miraculously push me off AGAIN and roll me to the side and grasp my nipples and pull. "AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" the scream louder than before if that is even possible. "
"And YOU will cum like the slut you are BITCH!!" pushing my hips forward....needing to feel your hot cxnt still.....your spit hits my eye and mixes with my tears, clouding my vision. Blindly i reach for your nipples and squeeze and pull. The pain and pleasure in my own hard nipples excruciatingly intense.....my moans become sobs and cries of agony, but I keep pulling....keep pressing.....rolling my body once more atop yours and feeling myself start to give in to the lust...oblivious of the pain and feeling it arouse me all at once...otu
Ewa S: We're tangled, fully, completely, and wholly locked in this battle. Our heels kicked off, laying somewhere on the floor of this large room. My left stocking is shredded so badly, it's barely hanging to my left ankle, and is dragging around us like a tail extension of my leg, flapping each time we roll. "Aawwwww!! FUCK YOU ALEENA YOU cxnt!!!" My eyes gush with tears, as you go for my nipples, and slowly buck sending me to my back... Your body thrashing... your hip rising and smacking down on mine... "uuuhh uuuhh aahhhh!!" I moan as you begin to lose control to this arousal and pain, smacking my hip down... "Bitch!! You are nothing without your looks you fucking slut!! I will make you my BITCH!!!" I wail in pain and my hands open off your nipples and I grab your wrists... I grasp and dig my nails into the tender insides, clawing the veins and I push your right up, and pull the left down, twisting my body I turn my hip and as you slam your hip down, I let your labia and clit smack into the boney corner of my left hip hard!
Your body thrashing as I use it to twist us and I push us to our sides... You screech and resist... The muscles on our backs fighting, tussling, each trying to overpower the other... ROcking slowly as we fight in this near test of strength,b ut at this point, neither have that much.... And it's so evenly matched... I lean in and press my left tit into yours and I lean in whispering into your ear; "Whore... you're.... not.... good... enough..." And I BITE your neck hard... I hear you cry as I push you over, rolling you to your back, my arms pushing down, pinning your wrists down... My tits grinding on yours... Both cut, wounded, pinched, swollen, but I still have the size and I GRIND down on yours, my hip rolling, bucking, dragging my labia across yours, each smearing the other with her juices as I chew on your neck, not too hard, but just enough to show you that I'm in control.... otu
aleenazon: OWWWW Bitch!! wailing as you release my tits only to claw and and slice into my wrists....almost as if you want to slice open the vein. The searing pain in my wrists shoots up my arms and for a brief second i forget the impending orgasm as you push off again.....and as you shove me off i feel a jarring bump to my clit as it is impaled on your hip bone. I screech out my pain....my frustration....my exhaustion. Once again I find myself on my back in what I fear is the last time. I try to bridge up again but there is nothing left in me. Whimpering I glare up at you but show a final act of defiance by spitting in YOUR face. This serves to drive you further into your aggressive fuck attack.....using your cxnt to dominate mine as I can only moan and cry as you ravage my body like an experienced pornstar. My body stops fighting and accepts my fate as I spread my legs for you...letting you fuck me to the edge of the cliff of desire until i jump off into the abyss. "UNN..UNNNNNN .MMM ohhhh... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Ewa!!!!!" I wail out loud giving you the satisfaction of hearing me scream out the hardest orgasm imaginable.............I wrap my arms around you...clutching your body as my own is convulsing....shaking trembling. Finally the wave subsides and I'm left sobbing under you... otu
Ewa S: We fight, we fight, we fucking FIGHT, and here we are, clutched in a see-saw embrace, taking turns topping the other, clawing her flesh, scratching her skin, biting and chewing... But.... I have you now.. I can feel it... I can feel it because this time, unlike the 100 before when I was atop of you, your body is reacting.... Differently.. Your squeels... Your cries... are different... You thrash, you buck... You shudder, but it's all... girl'ish... all desperate... all... weak.... I pin you down, biting your neck, holding you down like a BITCH would in a dog-fighting pit, holding her rival down by her neck... I thrust, swing, and smack you over and over, and you howl and squeeeel like a little tramp, before your body shudders, your arms wrap around me, hugging me, and you just CUMMMM hard... I feel your juices gushing, smearing my thighs and you tremble and collapse, breathing hard... Panting...... Beaten.... I slowly release the bite on your neck, breathing hard... My fingers slip into your hair, holding your head tightly, I shake it... I'm beaten up too... But I still have that victorious grin on my face, that glimmer in my eyes, and I purr in a sadistic, gloating voice; "not... so tough... now.... is this... why you wanted to do this... privately??? So your little bitches don't see you.. OWNED... by a better woman..." I stress on 'owned' and 'better' as I push down on your head by the hair, lifting my body up... I'm trembling, aching, clawed bruised and bleeding, but I'm still.... horny... I slowly slide my body up yours... straddling your chest.... , my buttocks pressing on your tits, flattening them, I pull your head up between my thighs, and I purr; "Now bitch... SERVE your Queen...." I purr, rocking my hip slowly, teasing brush your lips with my labia... otu
aleenazon: (I should have known.....it wasn't enough to submit...to lose by orgasm. This bitch had to keep taunting me...keep telling me how she is better and I have nothing to say to dispute it. Breathing hard....chest heaving ...my orgasm still receding I can only look up at her...acknowledging her dominion over me with my silence. I close my eyes and feel her grabbing my hair...toying with me before sliding up my body....her firm round buttocks pressed to my battered tits as she straddles me and using my hair pulls my face to her hot wet cxnt where I must do her bidding. Nodding my acceptance I open my lips and press them softly to her cxnt. First kissing her swollen clit....lovingly....showing my submission to my better. I purse my lips and suck and then lick.....slowly.....teasing now...kissing....then running my tongue up the length of her glistening inner folds. I feel your hips start to churn and i double my efforts to pleasure you. Wanting now to give you what I got...what you took from me....I give to you willingly....otu
Ewa S: I move up and straddle your body. Your perfect, lithe, sexy, toned and powerful body, now mine to command and do with as I please... I've broken you, the proud warrior laying in tatters, and the slut-within is now in full display. I hear you moan, your head nodding softly, submissively as you lean in and start to kiss my labia... My head roll back ;"Mmmmmhhh..." I purr as I gyrate my hips softly, riding your soft tits, I know I'm making every scratch and welt sting, but that's the price you pay.. And you seem to be paying it happily.... My hips rock, and you intensif your work. Your lips parting, kissing, licking my labia, then your tongue pushes forwards between them. Licking and scooping the thick precum seeping out. I gasp, spreading my knees further, to help your tongue enter me, my right hand leaving your hair as I double over, pressing it to the floor to balance myself... My legs fullly spread, my ass off your tits and now my pussy hovering over your face, as you just go to work... "Oh gawd.... mmhh... yes.... yes.... YES YES YESSSS.. AAHHHIIII!!!" I gasp as my eyes squint and I shudder, CUMMMMMINNNGG hard, my hips spasming, rocking and slapping your mouth with my kitty few rapid light times, each one causing a gush of my orgasm to jolt out and smear your lips, nose, chin, and cheeks, before I gasp and collapse to the floor... My left leg draped over your chest... I lay there moaning... Totally spent... I don't know how long passes, neither moving, just breathing, our chests rising and collapsing.... Before I finally slowly curl my left leg, the white stocking on them ripped, and I just drag my toes across your scratched tummy and tits... "Mmmmm.... You're good... You're VERY good... Aleena... But I think we both agree that I was better.... today...." I purr.... licking my lips.... "... I guess that buys me a membership to your club, doesn't it??" I coo softly... otu
aleenazon: I lap feverishly as I feel your exquisite body respond to my ministrations. I flick my tongue on your clit, rapidly like a snake...then kissing and sucking again before plunging my tongue deep inside you like a mini cock as your legs open up and I hear you moans and entreaties................finally cumming loudly as back off but just press the flat of my tongue to your wet inner folds as your gyrate on my sore battered boobs. Your orgasm seems to last forever after the initial explosion but you finally collapse beside me with your leg draped over my body.....rubbing my sore tits. I stifle more sobs and turn my head to look at you as we both just lay there...chests rising and falling still. "Yes Ewa....welcome to the club.....but I certainly expect you to be a good sport and give me a rematch"
