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My thighs burned from the depth of my crouch as we circled each other. You’ve ripped off my top and with it my bra. My tits swing heavy, and I’ve got my hands held out, ready to shove you back should you lunge forward. There is a cocky grin spread wide across your face when you fake forward, and I jolt back. “Scared you’ll lose?” You taunt me.
Using your teasing as a chance to strike, I jump into your chest, throwing you off balance and plowing you to the ground. Your hands grab at my hips as you try to turn us. Hoping to pin me to the floor, but my powerful thighs clench your arms to your ribs, and I yell out a premature sound of victory.