My knee finds what I had hoped it was aiming for, and does it twice as my poor mauled and beaten breasts finally feel the release of the pressure from your claws, fingers and palms mashing down on them, and as you roll off moaning in pain, im still in so much pain myself that I cant even mount my own attack yet without running my left and right hand over each of my battered, bloody and bruised breasts, the tears that had been rolling down my cheeks have dried on my cheeks now, and as my left hand runs over my right breast I feel welt after welt after welt, and I see trickles of blood on my hand from that bitches claws, and then I run my right hand over my left breast and I feel welt, after welt, after welt, and swollen bruises, and also trickles of blood on my hand as well, my neck still burning from your teeth, as I am so infuriated with this bitch as I try and regain my composure and strength to mount my own vicious attack, taking in deep deep breaths as my big breasts hurt like hell with each breath. Yt