Best Breast Challenge! Mazzie Lashley Vs. Sally Brown

Mazzie's face fell as Sally spoke. Her eyes narrowed at the girl's words and by the time she was finished, her eyebrow was raised in disbelief. "What?" She said. "Have a good time?" She repeated. "You know how I have a good time?" She asked. "making sure bitches like you know their PLACE!"

Mazzie took a step forward. "If you want to go, GO! I didn't come hereto make friends. I came here to smash tits! I came here to make sure the WORLD knows that there are no other tits better than mine!"

"you want to turn tail and leave? Good! You know, I don't have a problem as long as you know that I have the better tits. If you know your place, then we could even be good friends!" Mazzie said smiling sinisterly at Sally. "Pals. Chummers. Whatever the hell stupid word you want to use! We can go shopping together and you can be my bra bitch. When we go bra shopping, you can put mine on and tell me how great it looks!"

Mazzie took another step forward. "Now. You can get out of here after you saw how great my tits are and kiss them." Mazzie nodded and held up her big orbs for Sally to worship.

Sally tensed up at Mazzie's words, her face becoming more and more stoney as the girl ranted on. The girl just knew how to get her dander up! However, as Mazzie reached the end of her tirade, the grizzly grappler softened - a small frown played on her lips as she looked at Mazzie in a different way.

After a moment of silence, Sally turned her head to the side and said, "Girl, it sounds like you ain't ever had a friend before in your life."

Mazzie raised an eyebrow at Sally's words. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or punch the woman. "You're in a ring... fighting another girl topless... with your own TITS!" Her fists balled up. "THIS ISN'T A FUCKING SOCIAL CLUB!" She shrieked and charged at Sally. The woman had her chance. Mazzie was going to humiliate this bitch. She charged with a full head of steam looking to plow her girls right into Sally's big pair!

Sally let out a yelp as Mazzie charged, lifting her hands to ward off the tit-blow! "Yeeee-eee-eeeesh, touchy much! Y'all need to learn how to relax, lady!" Sally cried out, grabbing the charging Candian's massive mammaries in her hands and giving them both painfully tight squeezes. She couldn't neutralize her opponent's momentum, however, and the breasts crushed against the grizzly grappler's, causing the American to wince as her sensitive breasts were smooshed by her hands. Could've been worse if it was just tit-on-tit, though...

Mazzie shrieked as Sally caught her by the tits and managed to halt her momentum. Her eyes shut and her face curled up into a wince of pain as the big girl's fingers into her precious tits. Her only consolation was that she still pressed her breasts into Sally's. The short Canadian reached up to grab Sally's wrists to try and hold her in place. Even though it hurt, she knew she could do more tit damage to Sally with her experience.

"You should... fuck... off..." Mazzie growled as she tried to grind her hard nipples into Sally's with slow, purposeful gyrations, looking to try and painfully bend Sally's nubs up and down and painfully pin them underneath Mazzie's huge, hard nips.

Sally closed her eyes, biting down a squeal as Mazzie began to roughly, methodically grind their tits together. Although Sally's chest was no slouch, it wasn't quite on the same level as Mazzie's mammoth pair. Neither were nipples quite as durable as the hard, heavy ones belonging to the Canadian--Lashley's experience in having her tit's smash into other girl's had hardened her nipples into little daggers! The slow, almost dance-like gyrations, the constant rubbing and flicking of her nipples, was as erotic as it was painful--which is to say, very. It wasn't long before her nipples were pinned, trapped beneath Mazzie's hard, heavy ones...

Brown wasn't going to let herself get ground down without a fight, however! She was taller and stronger than the Canadian was, and even if the match was about their breasts, it didn't mean she couldn't be a little sneaky. In fact, the rules were quite sparse; although it was traditional to mash chests, it wasn't really required...

Refocusing, Sally squeezed Mazzie's hands tight in her grip, suffering under whatever Lashley intended to do to her nipples for a few painful seconds, before suddenly shoving the Canadian, using all the strength in her brawny arms to try and push her diminutive opponent away from her chest and onto her rear!

Mazzie's face twisted into a grin as she saw that Sally was no match for her. She knew it from the beginning. The girl's tits were nothing special. The woman had no experience. The fact that she would even challenge the busty Canadian was actually pretty insulting. The only thing that Sally had for her was that, other than her tiny tits, Sally was much bigger than Mazzie but Mazzie didn't think that would matter too much in a Best Breast match. She'd beaten bigger girls anyway because they couldn't compete where it counted.

Unfortunately Mazzie was about to find out just what the strength gap was between them. When Sally pulled her grip and shoved Mazzie, she stumbled and fell on her butt. She scowled hatefully as she tried to scramble to her feet as quickly as possible. "You know my tits are better, that's why you have to play keep away! This isn't a fattest fat battle, bitch!"

"Yeah, well, nothing says I have fight dumbly!" Sally retorts, before lifting a leg and planting it on Mazzie's chest, shoving the girl back onto the mat! "Boob size and nipple hardness ain't everything, ya little rat! How are you gunna..." Sally pauses, lifting one hand and opening and closing it like a mouth, raising her voice into a high, mocking falsetto: "Crush my titties into powder"--she drops her voice back down to her normal pitch, then--"If you can't even reach them, shortie?"

Brown would then try to hook her foot underneath Mazzie's left breast, and flip the whole boob over, trying to smack Lashley in the face hard with her own chest!

Mazzie barely felt her butt lift off the ground when Sally's foot came down and slammed into her tit. "Ughnhg!" She groaned as the heavy weight crushed her breast. Sally was in bad form with her attacks but technically she wasn't doing anything illegal. In fact, if Mazzie was the kind of person to admire the tactics of others, she might even be impressed with Sally finally using her strengths as opposed to just being bullied by Mazzie. But she wasn't that type of girl at all.

"Fuck you! Get off me, fatty!" She growled and tried to yank Sally's foot off her but it was to no avail. Sally's leg was like a tree trunk compared to Mazzie's smaller body. Even when Sally pulled her own foot off Mazzie, she was having trouble maneuvering it, only to feel her tit kicked like a soccer ball as she was forced to eat her own breast.

"Mmmphmmm!!" She hissed and spat as her fleshy mound smothered her. She let go of Sally's foot She decided that if her arm strength wasn't enough, then maybe her body might have enough strength. She turned her body and tried to twist it so that she was face down on her chest, protecting her orbs from the brutish woman and, hopefully, giving herself time to regroup.

"No! Eat a sandwich, toothpick!" Sally snapped back, glad to see the taunting little brat shut up, if only for a few seconds! She raised her foot to kick the other one into Mazzie's face, but hesitated when the smaller girl curled up, protecting her chest and keeping it away from harm. If Sally wanted to do any damage to her, she'd have to get down in there and flip her onto her back...

However, that seemed like a tall order to the American wrestler, who instead wasted time by circling around Mazzie. She didn't have the viciousness to just start trying to kick her breasts from this position, and she didn't want to reach down and force the now somewhat pathetic looking girl onto her back; instead, she wasted time, looking for an opening. "You know..." Sally began, before trailing off, not having much to say to the girl; she was fairly sure it'd only be met with insults, regardless.

Mazzie may have noticed the bigger girl's lack of a killer instinct by now, but after the crowd itself started to shout at Sally to do something (assuming Mazzie waited that long) the grizzly grappler would crouch down and try and grab one of Mazzie's arms and legs, hoping to flip the Canadian onto her back!