Alyssa Jayne Milano
Alyssa is a ring veteran, using her skills as a brawler and sex fighter to subdue bigger and smaller opponents alike.
Birthday is Dec 19, 1972in Brooklyn, New York, U.S.
Meas: 34C-24-36.
Height of 5’2?.
“I’m taking this scrawny ass, bean pole B lister behind the woodshed and teaching her an anatomy lesson she won’t forget.”
Katie Noelle Holmes
Katie is a ring veteran, consistently using her height advantage to punish and submit smaller women physically or sexually.
Birthday: December 18, 1978 in Toledo, Ohio, U.S.
Meas: 34B-24-34 .
Height: 5’9?
“Milano the midget is getting in the ring with me? Get ready for some punishment!”
Alyssa stared up at the glaring arena lights, from her back in the center of the ring. She groaned lightly and reached up to rub her forehead which Katie Holmes had been using for an anvil most of the match. Next she reached down to cup her aching tits, which had just taken a full broadside clothesline, sending her to the mat in a heap, leaving her staring at the arena lights.
As Alyssa begins the arduous process of sitting up, she looks around the brightly lit ring, still a bit dizzy from the bell ringer that Holmes had just given her, but she doesn’t see Holmes anywhere. She instead feels Holmes behind her, as her bra pops open, freeing her magnificent tits.
“Whoooboy! Look at them titties!” Katie howls, riling up the capacity crowd. Alyssa ignores the lanky brunette and reaches up to rub her neck as Holmes tours the ring swinging Milano’s discarded boob sling over her head.
After a full lap around the canvas, Holmes zeros in on Alyssa before she can start climbing up to her feet, walking in behind and delivering a knee right between the shoulder blades. “Fawwwkkk!” Milano groans, arching her back and thrusting her superb titties out for the crowd.
As Alyssa tries to turn to her left and climb up off her ass, Katie await behind her, waiting until Alyssa’s weight is completely off center before slamming her open palms into Milano’s ears, sending the busty brunette right back to the canvas, clutching her head.
Katie lowers herself to the mat behind Alyssa, again waiting patiently for the concussed brunette to slide into the perfect position before clamping a choke sleeper on her from behind. Alyssa knows exactly what is happening, but a second late…Holmes winces as Alyssa rakes her forearms, but she keeps the sleeper in place. Alyssa flails from side to side, sending her magnificent chest to and fro, but the veteran Holmes rides the storm, pressing her bare chest into Alyssa sweat slick, bare back. She feels Alyssa’s struggles start to wane a bit. Holmes bites her lower lip, as her own throbbing nipples slide back and forth on Alyssa’s slippery, smooth back, biting off a lusty groan of her own, not willing to show any weakness to the viper wicked foe in her arms.
Katie switches to a more conventional sleeper hold, pressing her arm and thumb into the side of Alyssa’s neck, sending the busty brunette even father into a slumber. Alyssa struggles initially, pulling and tugging at Katie’s elbow.
Feeling Alyssa’s fate is sealed, Katie leans back and wraps her legs around Alyssa’s midsection, squeezing her and adding to the misery.
Katie lets the sleeper loose and grabs Alyssa’s arm, dropping it. The slack arm falls to Alyssa’s side.
To make sure that Alyssa is really out, Katie takes her free hand and slips it down between her and Alyssa, and grabs the back of her wrestling trunks and gives it a vicious pull, wedging Alyssa’s trunks high up her ass. Alyssa slumbers as her spandex climbs higher and higher, until Katie releases her illegal grip on Alyssa’s damp drawers.
Still unsure if the veteran Milano is out, or maybe just showing a kinky streak, Holmes begins toying with Milano’s abused nipples, rubbing the brunette’s sternum before moving her free hand to one of Alyssa’s queens. Katie takes her palm and begins coarsely rubbing the rough skin over Alyssa’s pert nipple, making slow circles, stopping to gently to tweak & twist the tall teats. Sure enough, Milano groans & reaches up, trying to brush Holmes offending digits away from her prizes…. vainly. Holmes continues her soothing assault, and Alyssa’s moaning and groaning grow louder and more forceful.
Even as Alyssa starts to show signs of life, Katie shifts her attack slightly and starts rubbing her bare heel against Alyssa’s nearly unprotected crotch. Alyssa’s groans gather steam, and her eyes flutter open, but Katie reapplies the sleeper, keeping up the crotch massage on the struggling brunette.
Alyssa’s vision starts to fog again, and her ears start to ring. She finally reaches down and slaps Katie’s thigh a few times, croaking “Give! Give!”, but Holmes keeps the sleeper locked tight, rolling to the left and right with the flailing Milano. “It says “knockout” on the contract, not “tapout”. The fog parts slightly for Alyssa, as she realizes that Homes intends to put her down … and then who knows what she might do. In desperation, she reaches back and slips her hand between Katie’s legs and rakes the slender brunette’s crotch, breaking the sleeper hold.
Katie rolls her hips and tries to avoid the cunny rake, but Alyssa’s talons still find Kaite’s defenseless muff and belly. Alyssa digs in her claws and then rips upward, sending Holmes into a “fish out of water” spasm, flopping and cursing like a sailor denied leave. “Faaahking dirty whore!” Katie hisses as she releases Alyssa and lets her crash to the mat like a limp marionette.
Alyssa’s head hits the mat like a watermelon dropped on the grocery floor. Even though she is free from the sleeper hold, and that fucking parasite Holmes, Alyssa is in no shape to do anything other than try and gather her senses. Even after blocking some of the crotch rake, Katie is still steaming mad at not putting the busty brunette away, and it is clear she’s on a mission now. Katie unties the knot on the side of her bikini bottoms and then does the same on the other side, adding, “Time for a little pussy face, wouldn’t you agree?”
Bare assed, Katie pins Alyssa’s arms high over her head, and lets Alyssa get a good view of her skinny ass. “You filthy whore … get that goddamn thing away from me,” Alyssa hisses. Katie only chuckles & lightly brushes her hand across Alyssa’s defenseless tits, bringing her soft teats to full attention. After looking back over her shoulder, she starts backing up the bus.
Alyssa struggles wildly as she is reverse mounted. The brunette breaks one hand free, preventing Katie’s ass crack from swallowing her face, but Katie quickly secures Alyssa hand and continues sliding her ass onto Milano’s face. Milano cries out, but her plaintive whimper is quickly drowned out by Katie's expert application of her tight behind. Alyssa writhes and squirms under Katie’s smothering weight, until Katie tweaks her opponent’s stiff teats, twisting both viciously.
Katie slowly backs it up, letting out a giggle and then a throaty, groan accompanied by a full body shudder as her bare womanhood passes over Milano.
“MOHhhhGawd!” Katie's mumbles, opening her eyes. “Let’s do that again!” Alyssa’s struggles begin to wane as Katie continues to grind herself, treating Alyssa’s face like a combination bicycle seat and scratching post. Katie’s breasts begin to sway to and fro as she hits her rhythm and gathers momentum, climbing toward an inevitable pinnacle. As she gets closer, she slides a finger down between her infinitely long legs to provide a “manual assist”. Her mouth falls open, and she summits soundlessly, soaking up all of the energy. For the ref, Katie adds “You can … count … now,”. Sex sweat dripping from her perfect breasts, she slumps over and slides to the side.
“Gooodgawd,” Katie slurs as reaches over and grabs her recently discarded bikini bottoms. Folding them neatly, she pushes down on Alyssa’s chin and tucks the foul briefs into her opponent’s mouth.
Not leaving the ring without a prize, however, she crawls over and gathers up Alyssa’s swimsuit pieces and smiles to the camera. “These are for my collection.”
