Alison Brie vs Angelina Jolie
Alison BrieAngelina Jolie...
"Who's washed up now?!" Angelina Jolie asked teasingly of the busty woman beneath her.
No reply came from the pinned Alison Brie, but the worried look on her face suggested she knew the answer. Angelina bounced up and down, grinning as she flattened Alison's proud chest beneath her firm ass.
Brie wailed as her impressive breasts mushroomed out with each bounce. Soon her chest was in great pain and her dignity was in even more trouble.
But it would only get worse, as Angie scooted off of the battered breasts and took a seat atop those angelic features. Alison's muffled cries were surprisingly loud as her face was completely covered by Angelina's naked crotch.
With one hand wrapped in hair and her hips bucking like a rodeo rider, Angelina rode her plaything until she started moaning herself. Before long she had used Alison's lovely face to bring herself to orgasm, exploding all over the pretty brunette.
Angelina hopped back, crushing Alison's breasts again, and letting her breathe just before she passed out. "I want you to be aware of how much I'm dominating you," Jolie explained, still panting and grinning. "It's no fun for me if you can't remember your lesson."
Alison's abused face was contorted in disgust and horror, and Angelina could not help but grin wickedly, completely satisfied. Angelina then scooted further back, sitting heavily on Alison's soft tummy, before sinking her claws into the beautiful, but tenderized breast meat. The wicked brunette tore at supple flesh, bringing poor Alison to agonizing screams.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!! Leggggggooooooooo!!" Alison pleaded desperately, but Angelina was only interested in hearing one thing.
"Admit you'll NEVER be as sexy as me, or you're done." Alison was scared and completely beaten, and the broken women instantly gave the older beauty what she wanted.
"I admit it! You're better, Angie! Please! You're... sexier... always... pleeeeeease."
Angelina eventually let go, mostly just to admire her handiwork. Alison's breasts were sagging and a worrying shade of purple/red. She had completely broken the younger actress, and being satisfied with Brie's admission, she left her alone to cradle her abused chest and curl up in a sobbing ball.