Bitch Slap Bed Wrestling Match: Rachael vs. Kelly

“FAKE COOOWWW UDDERS!”
The Blonde was harping at Rachael, knowing that it would further drive her mad. Kelly herself was squirming under the claws of her opponent, shooting at her with a poisonous glare when she ripped at her bra to remove it from her, having her hands full in the most perfect way and so she was unable to avoid it, instead attempting to put her head up an lick over the throat of Rachel to soil her with saliva.

“I want nothing to do with your lower basement anyway! But for the heck of it, if thatâ€s what I need to punish you, Iâ€ll be your Huckleberry!”
When Kelly felt her panty getting grabbed, she knew that Rachael was off balance, and so she would attempt to turn the tables to come out on top for now.

Rachael laughed in the girl's face as she ripped Kelly's bra off of her body, those tiny things she called tits bringing a wide grin to her lips as she tossed the woman's bra off to the side. She could deal with the pain in her own breasts for the moment as seeing Kelly in such a humiliating position was like a morale boost for the red headed woman, giving her breasts one last squeeze before switching tactics, her fingers coming together to give each of Kelly's nipples a rather painful twist in turn with her one hand. Her fun was ruined as the girl leaned up and licked across her neck, the quite sensual sensation sending a shiver through her body as her smile dropped to be replaced by a look of utter surprise.

"THERE IS NOTHING FAKE ABOUT THESE!" Rachael screamed down at the girl while increasing the pressure on her nipples, somehow even more furious than before as she no longer just wanted to win, Rachael wanted to humiliate this girl so she would never show her face in porn again. She was taken off guard however as Kelly rolled them both over, switching positions so that now Kelly was on top of her. Squirming beneath the girl's weight Rachael refused to take her other hand off of Kelly's panties, a determined look in her eyes as she tried to yank them up into the woman's sex again. "Get off of me you little stick figure!"

Kelly had her own feeling of sensation, but it had nothing to do with any pleasures from licks or other sensual stimulation as her pained face would already imply to a less good observer, but from the throbbing pain of her twisted nipples and her traitor thong which had cut into her womanhood. But at least she was on top now and could make Rachael pay for just being Rachael.

“I guess I finally shoved a cow now too!”
Kelly was laughing heartily while she would try to give Rachael a hard backhand bitch slap before attempting to pull down her bra and bite her free nipple.