Now this is a fucking FIGHT! I think to myself as we roll, taking as good as I give, tangled up with a bitch that is proving to be every bit the Texas hellcat she claimed to be, tearing at my top, my skin, bruising me as I slap you, scratch you, make one of those fat cow udders flop out of your torn top. We scream at each other as we roll, until the air is driven from my lungs from a nasty punch to my ribs. I groan and hiss instead, no words as I ram my own fist into your side, pulling you close just outside the barn, my big tits pancaking yours.