Hello Friends,
The piece below was requested of me a few days prior and since my social calender consists of a lotta inside time for the foreseeable future, I decided to give it a shot. Hope you all enjoy.
It has long been said that familiarity breeds contempt. To accept this as truth, one must accept a lesser known, but no less universal truth:
Taylor Swift and Kendall Jenner were very,
very familiar with one another.
TAYLOR SWIFT:
KENDALL JENNER:
Nowhere was this more apparent than twenty-plus minutes into their latest encounter. Arranged atop her dark-haired rival north-south style, Swift shifted her weight to her right palm so she could put her left hand on Jenner’s left knee, which had been trying to sneak its way off the canvas. “Don’t even bother, honey.” Swift huffed once she shoved her opponent’s stem flat. “This is over and we both know--”
CLA-CLAP!
Kendall’s hands shot up as a pair of paddles and craaacked down on Taylor’s backside hard enough to echo in the empty gym.
It certainly
sounded impressive, but Swift only grimaced and countered with a short, heavy Hammer Punch to the brunette’s navel. “Don’t try that again.” the blonde demanded.
“Or what?” Jenner grimaced, her reply slightly distorted by the snug pressure of Swift’s thighs against her jawline. “You’ll work my trunks? I’ll beat ya to it, brat.” True to her word the grounded brunette grabbed hold of Taylor’s sunny yellow waistband while simultaneously slipping her thumbs into the leg-holes of those same briefs. The impending wedgie would’ve been in a word, vicious, unfortunately for Kendall it was destined for the realm of woulda, coulda, shoulda, because the domineering blonde delivered a second Hammer punch, this one connecting solidly with the juncture of her rival’s thighs!
“Yeah,” Taylor flashed a small, hardworking grin as Kendall writhed in her clutches. “That’s exactly what I’ll do.”
Still using her right hand like a kickstand, Swift adjusted the angle of her left arm so she could grrrrrrrrrriiiiind her knuckles into the center of the brunette’s white, glitter-dusted togs.
“OOOOOHHHH YOU BITCH!” Jenner hated the petulant tone in her voice but there was nothing she could do about it save beat her heels on the canvas in an erratic tattoo.
Pausing her underhanded campaign after fifteen long seconds, Swift blew out a breath through pursed lips, then curled that hand into a spade and scored the battle-warmed expanse of Kendall’s right inner thigh no less than half a dozen times. “You want out?” Taylor switched her claw to the left thigh just because she damned well could. “Tap the mat. Or submit. Baby wanna submiEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Swift wasn’t quick enough to stop the second wedgie, which made a good three quarters of her otherwise modest briefs vanish in the span between heartbeats. It didn’t break her Scissors though, in fact the blonde set her other hand and pushed up as far as she could go, thus ensuring maximum extension on her legs when she poured on the pressure.
Already pink, Jenner’s pretty face went an ugly, flushed red in a matter of seconds. “Stuuuuuhhhhh….STAHP!” Kendall wasn’t tugging any more, now her hands were cupped against Swift’s buttocks in a valiant, albeit doomed effort to prize them apart. “STAHP GODDAMNIT!”
Too late for that, sugar.” Swift leaned right one more time, reached back with her left hand and snatched herself a sweat-soaked hank of Jenner’s hair. Easing the Scissors just enough to draw the brunette’s chin even closer to the swell of her glutes, Taylor angled her right calf behind Jenner’s head, then caught that ankle in the pit of her left knee.
Shifting her hand from Kendall’s hair to her left ankle, Swift showed her breathless opposition a megawatt smile and chided, “Kiss my ass, Kendall.” Then she tugged on her hooked ankle to such a degree that it turned the Headscissors into a Butt Smother of sorts, Jenner’s protesting, features drawn snug against the wedgie she’d so recently created.
Denied the last of her air, it wasn’t long before Kendall’s frantic thrashing gave way to fitful wriggling, which in turn faded into soft, insensate burbling. Satisfied when a brisk little ‘you awake, bitch?’ swat to brunette crotch earned no response, Taylor undid the Scissors and got to her feet in stages.
Wincing slightly as she undid the callous rearrangement of her briefs, the victorious blonde put a boot on Kendall’s chest on both hands on her hips.
“Tell Kimmy to keep her name out of my mouth.” she said told the slumbering brunette. “Because if I have to tell her myself… none of you are going to like what happens.”
