Cherry stomp kicked again to the tit and hammered Hema down on her back. Standing over the Indian, my girl grinned evilly and raised her foot to flatten the darkening orb. Her foot came up and suddenly Hema?s hands snaked from her sides and grabbed Cherry?s barefoot. She twisted and Cherry had to dance on her left foot. Before she could extract her foot, my daughter took an upward thrust from the long brown leg. Hema?s heel crushed my daughter?s tight lipped cunt, driving the tissue thin red panty up between my girl?s lips. I know because when she fell backwards with her legs kicking wildly you could see her lips bunched around the crotch. Cherry hit the floor and scooted backwards just avoiding a following heel kick by the Indian who was still on her back.
Neha taunted, ?She likes it. She likes your foot up her dirty hole.?
Stacey growled, ?Shut the fuck up cunt.?
Hema scrambled to her knees and lunged after my girl. She was rewarded with a white foot to the face that split her lip on her teeth. Hema dropped back on her heels and held her mouth with a hand. Then as blood dripped between her fingers her eyes seemed to grow small and she screamed. Cherry was pulling up by the wall. She turned as Hema seemed to launch her body forward from the ass down on the heels position into a straight spear tackle. Cherry groaned as Hema?s dark head sank into her belly and nailed her to the wall like velvet Elvis.
Cherry gasped and bent over the Indian?s body. Luckily the collision had been so fierce it stunned the Indian beauty. She was back on her knees hands on Cherry?s thighs. My girl was trying to get her belly working again. Her hands were hanging limp from her shoulders on either side of the Indian?s hips. If either of them had been capable they could have ended it right there.
The two surrogates screamed in common for blood. ?Get her, she?s hurt!?
Cherry?s black painted nails flexed and she sank them into the Indian?s ass cheeks, clawing the under hard curve brutally. That brought Hema back to life. Her own claws ripped at Cherry?s white thighs opening up red welts. Cherry screamed and grabbed the back of Hema?s panty. With the tissue thin covering bunched in her right fist my girl did a bicep curl. Hema rose up squealing as the panty disappeared between her fatter hanging cunt lips revealing dark brown flesh and a flash of hot pink cunt.
?Saw her in two,? shouted Stacey.
?Cunt her back!? replied the getting down in the street actress.
Hema?s claws found Cherry?s red panties and ripped them down leaving claw marks on her white hips to match those on her tanned thighs. Cherry squealed and seemed to jerk even harder almost lifting the Indian girl off her knees. Instead the panties ripped. Hema fell and rolled yelling like she had been cunted. She took a foot to the back as she dug into her own pussy and came out with a wadded up piece of green panty. Cherry didn?t give her any reward, but a foot to the back of the head.
Hema rolled into a ball and took some more kicks as she tried to find a place to make a stand. Like I said before, Cherry is not a fair fighter. She seems to love hurting the defenseless, a real little sadist in the making. Hema took kicks and stomps to the back, ribs, hips and arms as she tried to block. Finally kicked into a corner the girl twisted on the sweat slick mat and opened her legs. Like clockwork, Cherry?s right foot flew for the already abused Indian cunt. Hema grabbed the foot like it was a striking cobra snake, closed her legs on the ankle and then twisted her hips. Cherry yelped and fell to the side to keep her ankle from behind snapped.
Neha yelled, ?Break her leg!?
Hema tried mightily, but the angle was wrong and Cherry was sweaty and still fast. As they rolled over trying desperately to either break a leg or free a leg, the white foot came free and they ended up sitting on the asses, legs tangled within arms reach. Cherry?s black claws scored the would-be actresses face causing both her and her mother to scream in horror. Hema?s hard right fist smashed Cherry?s nose and knocked her back on her elbows. As Hema?s right fist came down again like a hammer on Cherry?s lower belly the white girl?s right knee slammed into Hema?s ribs. Hema got knocked on her side and Cherry?s already abused belly was gutted again.
Hema pushed up but she was looking the wrong way. Cherry planted a foot on the firm brown ass and pushed. Hema hit the mat tits first and actually skidded a foot before the friction stopped her with a squeak. Hema rolled over just as Cherry slammed down on top of her. Fists and elbows flew. Legs tangled. Tits squashed and rolled over each other. Bellies bucked and ground together. Cherry had the superior position and managed to work on Hema?s bruised tits and clawed face. Hema punched and clawed stunning my girl more than once and clawed her back into a raw wound. The older women were screaming getting closer and closer to the action.
Cherry finally got her hands around Hema?s long throat and pressed up on her knees straddling the Indian beauty. Hema?s green nails ripped at Cherry?s chest and shorter neck but couldn?t choke because of the angle so she went for the nipples. Cherry screamed and screamed as her nipples were sawed on by the sharp green nails, but she held the choke. Hema?s kicking feet showed she was in trouble. She kicked, bucked and tried to roll but Cherry?s knees were spread wide and she rode the girl?s belly throttling her. Cherry might have been able to choke her out, but I?ll never know.
?Get the fuck off her neck street whore!? Neha?s gold laden right hand suddenly grabbed the back of my daughter?s wet matted hair and in one motion ripped her off Hema and threw her on her back.
She raised her foot to kick my daughter in the face, but Stacey slammed into her from the side and drove her screaming hard into the mat covered wall behind the girls. Whatever that green wrap was, it wasn?t sturdy. Stacey?s hands altered between claws and fists ripping and then pounding. The actress?s perfect brown 38DDs were immediately exposed to Stacey?s cheap silver claws. The stripper worked on the actress cursing her as she mauled her. I though Neha had bitten off more than she could chew, but then her left elbow smashed into the bridge of Stacey?s nose. The bleached blonde staggered backwards and sat down on the mat blinking. Very quickly to streams of red blood dribbled off her chin and stained her sweaty Lone Star tank top. Stacey barely had time to cross her arms in front of her face when Neha?s brown foot hit her under the chin. Stacey flew backwards moaning and calling for a break.
Neha put a foot on Stacey?s bare belly and ripped open her tank top exposing her fat round boobs with their huge pink nipples. Then she grabbed Stacey?s waist band and popped the four buttons that held her jean skirt together. Getting it off Stacey?s hips took a bit too long. Hema was still on her back holding her neck. Cherry had recovered and set up seeing Stacey bleeding senselessly on her back. Neha was having a wrestling match with my wife?s jeans skirt. Finally just as she got it over Stacey?s thick muscular dancer?s thigh, Cherry drove shoulder first into the brown actress? belly driving her back into the wall and gutting her just as Cherry had been gutted before.
Neha gasped and pounded on the younger girl?s back. My daughter rose up sliding along Neha?s firm belly up under her 38DD globes. The Indian mother was pinned in the corner with her huge brown tits poking over Cherry?s white shoulders. Cherry?s fists pounded both sets of ribs in a machine gun flurry. Neha grabbed the back of Cherry?s head and pulled her face back, twisting. Cherry moaned but continued pounding. Neha proved she wasn?t above dirty fighting. As Cherry tenderized the older woman?s ribs, Neha endured and twisted Cherry?s head just near enough to sink her teeth into Cherry?s right ear lobe.
Cherry screamed and jerked backwards holding her ear. Blood dribbled between her fingers. Neha?s breasts literally plopped on her sweaty belly and bounced twice. By the second bounce her foot was flying. It took Cherry hard in her pre-fight waxed smooth snatch. The splat was followed by a girlish squeal. My girl bent over and fell to her knees just avoiding a professional looking round kick to her jaw.
Stacey shouted and lunged forward from her hands and knees and took Neha?s planted leg out from under her. The Indian went down very hard. Hema set up on the mat about five feet behind Cherry who was still holding her busted cunt lips. Blood from her ear slowed and I could see she still had an ear even if the back ridge of the lobe had been gashed open by the Indian star?s pearly whites. Hema started to move. I started to warn my girl, which would have been bad manners given Rohit had been entirely silent and gentlemanly like a new guy at a strip club. Both of us had tent poles in our pants, but no way to masturbate. The older gentlemen set the tone for me. Still it was my daughter. Luckily I didn?t have to shout.
Stacey was sitting on Neha?s belly pounded her face with both fists. The stripper?s nose was swollen, perhaps broken, and she had two puffy cheeks. Her lower face and tits were wet and red. She wanted revenge. The Indian woman blocked and dodged, but hard fist after hard fist smacked into her face from every direction. She kicked with her feet, wiggled on her back, kneed at Stacey?s back, but the stripper?s ass was firmly planted on the Indian woman?s flat sweat shining belly.
Stacey concentrated on the nose screaming, ?How do you like it cunt??
Neha?s kicking legs managed to twist them to the side. The brown woman?s left foot found the far wall and pushed. Stacey almost fell. She braced herself on her left arm her tits swaying above Neha?s now split lips and bloody nose. Stacey happened to be looking in Cherry?s direction and saw Hema beginning to move.
?Get that dirty brown nigger!?
Cherry looked around and rolled on a hip. Hema?s fist missed the side of Cherry?s face and the force of the blow threw the Indian princess off balance. She pitched forward on her knees and might have recovered but Cherry was still moving and her knee took Hema in the lower belly. Hema fell over Cherry?s legs. The girl fight was back on.
Stacey paid for her warning. Bloody Neha grabbed Stacey?s hanging 40E globe with both hands. It did take two hands to handle that whopper. Tugging on the basketball sides the starlet pulled the stripper?s nipple straight to her mouth. The blonde screamed as her huge engorged nipple was ground between the Indians? already blood-stained teeth. Stacey fell to the side when her left and right hand went to the starlet?s face. Ten cheap silver stripper-nails carved furrows in the starlet?s perfect skin. Neha squealed and tried to hide her face between Stacey?s huge tits, but within seconds the Indian was pushing backwards and driving her knee into Stacey?s heaving belly pushing the stripper backwards on the mat.
Cherry tried to get on top of the Indian girl, but Hema was fast. They rolled in a tangled ball of furious feet, hands, claws, knees, elbows, head butts, and fists. Taking a clue from her bitch biting mother Hema was the first to bite tit. Cherry screamed wildly, but took it and went crazy. Soon Hema was screaming and pounding the back of my daughter?s neck as Cherry chewed on a fat brown nipple. The ball of young flesh rolled over and Cherry screamed with teeth deep in her forearm. Hema paid for that with a fishhook to her mouth that almost ripped open her mouth. They rolled over still pounding and gouging.
The two older women were back on their knees fighting with fists. Each had their left hand twisted in the other woman?s hair. Their right fists swung wildly smacking faces, heads, shoulders, tits, ribs and bellies. Stacey had a wicked punch and it was hurting the star?s face. A split right eyebrow and a closed left eye were added to bloody lips, swollen cheeks and a bloody nose. Neha?s punches lacked some of the impact, but she was putting her rings to good use. Stacey?s lips were torn so badly that it was hard to tell where the blood was coming from, both her cheeks were gouged and there was a three inch split in her forehead. Her nose was now twice its normal size and her cheeks were ballooning under her eyes. Stacey lost the fist fight when Neha?s rings literally ripped open her already swollen and badly bitten nipple. My wife screamed grabbed her nipple and paid for it with another teeth rattling straight right to the mouth. Stacey fell backwards and Neha jumped on top of her.
Now Neha?s jewelry worked against her. As she leaned over Stacey nails deep in the white tits mauling. Stacey reached up for Neha?s face. Neha stretched her head up and out of range and continued to drive her fingers deep into Stacey?s 40E globes. Stacey?s grasping hands fastened on the multiple gold necklaces. Neha didn?t even know her display of wealth had become a noose. Stacey?s tits were being destroyed, but she used her weapon slowly. She grasped the chains slowly gathering up all of them, most thin, into a bundle that might hold. Then she twisted the bundle tight around Neha?s long neck and pulled down.
Neha?s surprised squeal was cut off as she was pulled down and rolled onto her back in a single motion. She was a natural fighter and as soon as she hit her back, her long muscular legs closed around my wife?s waist. Stacey groaned as her waist was put in the starlet?s leg vice, but the stripper was fixated on choking that long elegant brown neck. The gold cut in deep and with Stacey?s fist twisting chains around and around, Stacey?s left fist, wrapped in gold, dug into the side of Neha?s neck while the twisted gold chains bit into her flesh.
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