My face ripped, I felt her nails snag, I howl, and push the leg i have held so strongly away from me as I tilt my torso back Not soon enough though, as the downward stroke of her face swiping hand clasps my, till now, unwounded breast. The crowd erupts, they see my face scratched and seeping red, and now a second tit clawed. Why didn't they cheer me? as I am in a fury to get away, and to get her back.
Anne's leg wobbling in the air as I let go, I am able to rise smoothly, except my hooked tit stretches, and I stagger for a second as I get off my knees, before my nipple pops free, showing damage. Her leg descending, I debate grabbing it as I stand, but instead shift away, to the side of the bitch as she wallows on the floor. I kick at her breast, wanting my toenails to puncture it, even though I keep shifting around.
She is moving quickly, so I lean down and grab for her hair, wrapping my hands in that black mop, pulling even before my hands fully grab it, wanting to keep her off balance. I want to be behind her, dragging her by the hair, her ass thumping on the mat. She doesn't deserve to stand upright in my presence,