"That's it, you funny talking bitch...keep pounding away at me..." I grunt to myself, knowing the more blows you throw, the more tired you'll get. I know this from experience as my own thighs start to quiver from putting the squeeze on your trim waist for these past minutes. One more is about all I have in me right now so, after my headbutt falls short (even though I nail one of your girls, so it's not a total waste), I give you a parting gift, sending a hard pulse down my thighs, then start to roll away.
You're feeling generous, though, and wanting to leave me with a gift of my own. You do so in the form of a stiff right hook, which tags my lower jaw and pulls a grunt for me as I put some space between us. "Uhhhh....fuck..." I groan, rolling up to my knees and working my jaw with my left hand, my right working on pulling the remnants of my tattered shirt from my body and holding it down at my side. My firm, golden globes bare and lightly bobbing, still showing the signs of your mauling, as I stand up....trying not to give away the fact that my legs are tingling from the effort of trying to squeeze you in half, earlier. A few of the ranch hands let out a low whistle as I completely bare my chest for them and try to keep up my confident demeanor by flashing them a grin.
Glaring at you, now from across the hay strewn floor, my 'daisy dukes' riding higher up my toned glutes, I slowly move back in towards you. If you think you're getting a breather, you have another thing coming. I take a few deep breaths as I approach, grinning more as I watch you rubbing your sides...."Ribs hurting?" I smile wider now as I give you a gentle reminder that there's more to come.
"Nice try weasel, but i'm still here", you come back with as we both start to circle....my left hand coming up, wiping some stray strands of blonde hair from my face..."For now, you mean...." I continue giving you a toothy smile and moving in closer....closer.....until....
I swing my right arm around, the hand still holding the remnants of my torn shirt and I let it go....right at your face. Hoping it's distraction enough for me to get in tight and swing a hard left uppercut low into that toned tummy of yours. "YAAAAAA!" I shout as my fist aims for that gut....if I can manage to nail you there, my right hand joins the party, a roundhouse aimed right for the left side of your pretty face. My bare breasts bouncing and bobbing with each movement as I move in tight and look to pound the 'blonde from across the pond'.
