Meeting the steely gaze that Lauren's shooting at me, I feel nothing but calm, cool and collected. Just another day, another dollar. That's all this is. Both of us drop our bikini bottoms to the floor, almost in unison; cocky bitch... I watch slowly as you then undo your bikini from behind your back, and I smirk, gripping mine from the front, and just ripping it off of me, a display of force, just to one-up you once again. And when you spank yourself, all I do is lip my licks and mouth; 'Soon'...
You flick your attire out of the pit, two some lucky crowd members behind you, and I do the same; delighting yet another two fans in attendance tonight; and clearing the pit of everything except ourselves... no distractions, weapons, or escaping... not this time.
"I've been dying for the moment whore!" I snarl back at you across the mat, my eyes flicking from your eyes to your hands, back to yours eyes, taking it all in, devising a game plan.
Bridgette then steps forward with my belt, MY BELT, and yet my eyes never leave Lauren, and then... the bell rings.
All logic flies out the window right there, and I sprint at you... watching as you sprint straight back at me. Your hands don't reach out, and so neither do mine; instead, our hands clashing at hip level, as we run straight into one another, bodies clashing violently as our heads snap over one-another's shoulder; giving room for our tits, abs, hips and even thighs to somehow smash together in one chaotic engagement.