We circle each other, no love lost here, we are out to destroy the other in any way we can. Natalie is obviously a confident bitch, not many would go into a fight in a barn topless. We circle closer and closer, i can hear your breathing, deep and steady, mine too. I'm all a tingle, i love to fight and a southern redneck bitch will give me a massive challenge.
Then the fight is on, you lunge for my hair, your nails sink into my high bob, you yank my head back which makes me yelp in pain as my scalp is stretched. Yanking back on my hair forces my chest out and our breasts and crotches meet with a loud slap. Flesh against flesh, the warmth from your body floods my mind. You started quick and vicious, i need to find an answer as we stagger together in the middle of this barn.
With my head dragged back i'm forced into looking up at the roof so i go by feel alone. My right hand lands on your hip then travels along the top of your thigh until it finds the target, your barely covered kitty.
My hand turns into a claw and my nails dig into your tender flesh through your thong. "How's that feel, skank?" i hiss