I finally see a brunette appear who certainly thinks she's very hot.....while she's just the usual curvy bitch...she seems to be called PamelaBomba....I look at her smiling and run my hands through my hair..then I adjust my bra and decide to walk slowly towards her....looking at her carefully ....trying to provoke a reaction .......
I look around and make eye contact with a blondie who's clearly looking at me with a challenging attitude. I check her out, from head to toe, while she's walking towards me, her hands on her own bra. "Not my ideal match," I think while confidently smiling at her, hands on my hips, "but she will do for now." With measured steps I meet her like a panther approaching a prey. - Hey hun, - I tell her - don't think you need to adjust that bra so carefully 'cause there's nothing much inside that you can make look better. - Grinning, I slowly slide my hands from my hips to my sideboobs, showing off my firm triple D cup, barely contained by my black lace brassiere.
the brunette clearly approaches with the intention of challenging me....she speaks...provokes and shows off her breasts...big certainly but not as firm as mine....I smile sideways....I bow my head. ... a moment of reflection .... I take a deep breath .... and then ..... like a wild fury I snap at you and grab your hair trying to bend your head downwards ... .trying to drag you ......yt
All of a sudden, you seize my hair with both hands and start dragging my head downward. You've caught me completely off guard. Yelling at you: - Fuckin' bitch! - I steel my posture, put both my forearms between yours and pull them apart like a gym exercise I've probably done a million times. Once I've broken your grip, I grab your wrists and pull you towards myself, smashing my knockers against your patethic tits. Eye to eye, I hiss at you: - Wanna know how it feels to be broken by a real woman, troia*? - Holding your smaller frame by your shoulders, I start mauling your breasts with mine without removing my bra.
*It means "whore" in Italian.
I surprised you and I drag your head down trying at the same time to retreat dragging you with me...... when.... your arms quickly enter between mine and with a force that surprises me you force me to release your hair and you can spread my arms quickly....I only have some your brunette hair in my hand as a trophy....then you grab my wrists and drag me against you....only now I realize that I faced the wrong brunette ....then you release my wrists and lock my shoulders with your hands ....and with your breasts you start to crush mine....you are stronger....this is clear to me...but I won't give up ....I grab your loincloth with my both hands and pull it up and with my right foot I try to stamp on your left one....trying to hit your toes above your boot....
(it seems my adversary is desapear lol....)
(I've not disappeared, It's just that I have a life outside this forum, hun.)
While I'm dominating you in the titfight, you manage to grab my thong and pull it down, tearing its fabric, and then stomp my foot. I scream with pain and rage, take a step backward and then kick you in your groin, then grab your head with both hands and throw you on the ground. Immediately after I'm on top of you, my strong thighs holding your lower body down, my hands wildly slapping your face.
