This one's for iamrodgers.
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Namoi Scott, clad only in a light pink bikini set, was getting ready for her match later that night - applying make-up, checking herself out in the mirror, adjusting her bra to tease the perfect amount of cleavage – when there was a knock on the door. “I wonder who that could be,” thought the naive starlet, making a few last minute touches with the make-up brush, before going and answering the door. And promptly being tackled to the floor by a very pissed off Taylor Momsen, clad only in a AC/DC t-shirt that was a few sizes too big for her and silk black booty shorts.
“So you think you can BEAT me, bitch?” Momsen said, grabbing hold of Scott's hair and smashing the back of her head into the floor a few times, dazing her, “You think your gonna use me as a fucking STEPPING STONE? Fat chance, BITCH!” Momsen then lifted the dazed Naomi to her feet and then off them, showing off her strength by lifting Naomi up over her head. Taylor took a few more steps before tossing Naomi right into the full length mirror she had been checking herself out in only a few moments ago, causing it to break with a resounding crash, and give Naomi a shit ton years of bad luck.
A little worried that someone might have heard the noise, Momsen goes back, closes the door and locks it, before returning to the wreckage of Naomi Scott in the middle of a pile of glass on the floor. Looking around, Momsen weighed her options with a grin before dragging Naomi into the bathroom. Stepping up onto the bowl of the toilet, she dragged Naomi with her, sticking her head between her legs and lifting her up into the piledriver position. Instead of sitting out, though, she just crouched down - dunking Naomi's head into the dirty toilet water – and then straightened up, repeating this process at least a dozen more times before straightening up one last time, leaping off the toilet, and piledriving Naomi's head into the tiled floor.
Pushing the barely conscious Naomi off of her, Momsen rolled onto Scott's stomach, and peeled off her bra, which she then wrapped around Naomi's neck, using it to drag her to her feet and lead her into the shower area, where she whipped her against the wall. Then, getting behind Naomi, with one hand on the bra garote, she slammed her victim down over her knee, and held her there, choking her out while she started to grope at her breasts. Momsen kept at her breast torture for a good ten to twenty minutes, starting with one breast, kneading it like down, twisting and pulling at it's nipple, raaaaaking her nails all across it, even occasionally bringing her mouth down and sucking on it before moving onto the next one and doing the same, the whole time completely ignoring the choked screams coming from Naomi's gullet.
Tiring of this, Momsen pushed Naomi off her knee, and got up, and walked over to the shower controls, and turned on the hot water, which immediately began soaking both ladies. Grinning, Momsen crouched down, looked into Naomi's eyes and said, “Now comes the FUN part,” Standing up she removed both her shirt and shorts, tossing them into the corner with Scotts, before grabbing onto the waistband of Naomi's panties and peeling them slowly down and off of her, tossing them aside with the rest of the clothes. Then, after kicking Scott over onto her stomach, Momsen grabbed Scott's bra again and, wrapping it around Scott's neck, she took a seat between Naomi's legs, pussy rubbing against pussy as she bent her up a horrific angle.
And then, Taylor Momsen starting grinding her pussy against Naomi's, slowly at first, before picking up speed, Naomi's gurgles unsure of whether they want to be pained or pleasured, as she was quickly, and easily, brought to orgasm. But Momsen didn't, and, as such, she wasn't satisfied, so she kept going, grinding faster and faster, bending Naomi back further and further, making her her orgasm once, twice, thrice more before Momsen finally exploded herself, letting go of the garrote as she fell back herself.
After taking a few seconds to collect herself, Momsen rolled to her hands and knees, crawling over to the sobbing head of Naomi, and lifted it up by the hair. “You thought you could beat me? You can't beat SHIT, bitch!” said Momsen, slamming Naomi's face into the tiled floor one last time, before collecting her clothes, and leaving the locker room, leaving Naomi there, nearing unconscious, and on her own.