Collegiate Battle Part 2

[MikeJV]

WHOA, GREAT fight, keep going man!

MikeJV

[Shindy]

Erica laughed viciously as she noticed Chelsea's damaged tit. "Oh that must hurt, bitch...Looks like we know who's got better tits...."

Chelsea was woozy and weak. She looked up at Erica and said, "Who said I'm done?" She struggled up to her feet, waves of pain nauseating her as her legs wobbled.

Erica wasted no time. She slammed her big chest into Chelsea and Chelsea groaned..."ohhhh God..." She said as she fell backwards again, the room swimming in front of her.

Erica moved forward and with both hands, she changed the level of the fight. She gripped Chelsea's huge, swollen, tit and squeezed viciously. Chelsea shrieked. The pain roared through her, catching her breath within her. Erica used the huge breast as a handle and womanhandled Chelsea, throwing her across the room. Chelsea tumbled to the ground, agony crippling her, but she was a proud girl and she wasn't about to allow this skanky bitch to defeat her. She forced herself to her feet, her athletic body summoning all of it's inner determination. Erica was on her like a hungry lion and the two tumbled to the ground. The attacks were still limited to the tits, but now clawing and squeezing, punches and pinching were all fair game. Erica's sharp talons dug deeply into Chelsea's tender tit flesh and the lighter haired girl grimaced in pain. Desperate, she retaliated viciously, digging her own thick claws into Erica's soft underside of her big mammaries. It was Erica's turn to shriek, and pull away.

The olive-skinned girl backed away, leaving Chelsea to struggle to her feet. The two co-eds faced one another again and somehow returned to the sumo style of fight. Their breasts slammed together, Erica wrapped her arms around Chelsea, lifted her up and dove on top of her, her entire body crashing onto the lighter haired girl's frame. Chelsea moaned and a sob escaped her lips. Erica rolled off, hurt, but still dominant. She got to her feet as Chelsea curled up. Erica dragged Chelsea over to a small coffee table in the suite and draped her upper body onto the table, her tits splayed out on it, the right breast bruised and swollen severely. The malicious attack was mercilous, she slammed her fist several times onto Chelsea's tit, crushing it onto the table top.

Chelsea sobbed openly now, her thick make up running in rivulets down her face. Erica said, "This is over, you're done, you cow."

Between sobs, Chelsea looked at Erica and simply said, "No I'm not..." and slammed her fist into Erica's crotch...the brunette's eyes went wide and her mouth formed the shape of an "O" as she stumbled backwards and fell onto her ass...

to be continued....