Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
My hands rubbed together, clapping the excess chalk from my palms. I watched my competition bounce into the ring. Zesty Zoey. She might be a small bundle of energy, but she’d been making waves in the community for the power behind her strikes. She’s been known to knock girls off their feet when her firece hand meets their ass. The MC rambles off her impressive stats as the crowd gets to their feet. They are as ready for action as I am.
She’s no taller than a minute, but she sizes me up confidently. We are both wearing our sponsored crop tops and matching thongs. My tits probably weigh as much as she does but im not dumb enough to underestimate her. I give her a nod, which she returns, and then the referee stands between us for the coin toss. Zoey calls heads, and he flips the shiny coin to the back of his hand. Tails. I slap first. Zoey grips the ropes and bends over. Her feet braced for impact, but she wiggles for the crowd. Her little butt jiggles and my palm twitches. “Whenever youre ready, Lea.” The referee announces.
Ass Slapping Competition
I move to the left of Zoey, just behind her, with enough space to withdraw my hand back. I spraed my fingers wide and line them up with her right buttcheek. Zoey stops wiggling, per the regulation rules, and slows her breathing. I can see her core engaged, relaxed but strong, and I draw my hand back once, twice, then SLAM!
She rocks forward onto her toes from the force of the blow, but doesn’t tilt over. My handprint is dark red in her pale cheek, and the crowd goes wild. Zoey doesn’t even wince, just jumps up tall and bounces around with her hands in the air. Ignoring her enthusiasm, I take my place at the ropes and bend over much like she had. Only my knees are soft and my tits nearly spill from the underside of my croptop. “When you’re ready, Zoey.” The refree steps out of her way as she rubs her palm over my black ass.
“Such a big target.” She teases, and I feel her hand leave the warmth of my skin. She is preparing to strike. I hear the contact moments before I feel the sting of her little hand. My jaw tenses so i dont cry out as my ass cheeks ripple making the crowd cheer for Zoey. “Look at that jiggle, jiggle.” She doesnt have any idea that her ribbing me is only going to make me slap her ass that much harder in round two.
She bends over again, and I place my hand on my handprint, aiming for the already tender skin. When i slap her this time, the little slut moans instead of making the yelping sound I commonly hear in these slappping competition. I now understand why she’s been so difficult to beat. The little pain whore enjoys this comepetition way too much.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244