Abigail Breslin vs Ariel Winter
Ariel grunted as Abigail drove her knee up into the brunette's belly. Winter doubled over, and the blonde grabbed her by the hair to hold her in place while she pistoned up her right knee five times in rapid succession, each blow hammering into Ariel's breasts. Battered and panting for breath, Winter sunk to her knees.
A cruel smile came to Breslin's lips as she held her rival's hair with one hand and pulled her head up so that the two beauties could lock eyes. "On your knees before me, just where you belong," the blonde maliciously purred. Then she added, "and now I'm going to pound those tits of yours until you're a 30A cup!"
But a heartbeat later, the smile on Abigail's lips disappears, as Ariel's right hand shoots up to clamp a clawhold on the blonde's groin. Winter's fingers tighten, and the thin fabric of Breslin's bikini panties offer scant protection to her vulnerable womanhood. Upright on her knees, the brunette has perfect leverage for her wicked hold; each time Abigail balls a fist to try and punch her way free, Ariel gives a pulsing grasp, and the pain all-but-paralyzes Breslin, leaving her helpless. The blonde's gives a high-pitched whine of agony as tears well in her blue eyes.
Still holding tight with her clawhold, Ariel rises up to her feet and lifts her rival up across her shoulders. She then begins to twirl around and around, subjecting the wailing blonde to an airplane spin and strips her of her senses. Finally, Breslin is deposited back to the floor with a thudding bodyslam and she lay upon her back, hands clutching her throbbing groin as she fights back sobs of pain.
"That idea you had, about my tits?" Ariel says with seeming innocence. "I like it. Just let me...tweak it a little." And with that, the brunette begins to ruthlessly stomp her bare foot down again and again upon her adversary's breasts, the pounding causing them to erupt from the blonde's bikini halter. Winter then sits upon her foe's belly and uses her hands to punch, slap, squeeze and twist the mauled mammeries. Tears streak down Abigail's face as she howls in agonized protest, until the pain drives her to the precipice of unconsciousness. Halting her attack, Ariel gives a satisfied half-smirk and says, "Now let me show you what a real pair of tits look like!" With that, she removes her own halter, freeing her 'girls', and she leans forward, burying Abigail's face into her cleavage. After some feeble squirming and muffled whimpering, Breslin goes still and silent.
Rising up, Ariel claims her hard-earned victory by planting a foot upon the heaving, bruised boobs of her fallen foe and flexing her arms in triumph.
