At about 5’5 this bitch has some height advantage and my weight is not that much less, most of it probably in my tits,
I see Samantha wearing 3 3/4 heels, stockings, a short black skirt, white bra and white blouse some form of lighter hosiery.
In front of my admirers I adjust my knee high boots, the wicked stiletto heels on them click the ground as I adjust them.
A quick tug of my stockings I adjust my g strings bra skirt and blouse, ruffle my hair to look just right add some lippy, then passionately kiss my man promising once I beat this red head destroying her, out fucking her and humiliating her, I might even strip the bitch. But tell him so all can hear you know how horny I get when i fight I am gonna fuck you till i drain you after this fight, by the way babe my g string is already wet.
Walking over slowly seductively heels clicking, my hands on my hips our breasts rub through our tops, I flick my hair in her face.
I have prepared all day, long fake pink nails at ten beautician, the hair dresser manicuring my hair for the fight, even finding a leather skirt so tight it drives my man wild.
I snarl OK BITCH I AM GOING TO HURT YOU BAD, GET READY TO HAVE YOUR MOUND BALDED.
People who have seen us both fight are unsure who will win, the crowd sees we are both confident, very confident that we will win. We both know know the other woman is the most serious rival either of us has fought in the last few years, so does the crowd and it drives them wild.