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I am a longtime fan of female fighting, with a particular interest in fight stories. I originally got my start writing celeb stories, and have since expanded my boundaries into writing some original character pieces that have been on my mind for quite some time. Hope you enjoy.
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Erica was in shambles. Thirteen and a half hard minutes of boxing had left her a shell of her former self – all of her previous hubris, poise, and will to fight had been slowly but steadily beaten out of her. She was still hanging on by a sliver of her pride, but at this point she didn’t have much else. Her ribs and midriff ached with every breath she took.
The brunette’s arms abruptly unwound themselves as she straightened herself out atop the blonde. Haley squealed as Ari quickly slid forward and shoved her down for another breast smother – the blonde’s voice became noticeably less audible as Ari’s flesh molded itself against the contours of her face.
Another hard yank stretched Jill’s body to its breaking point, drawing another anguished cry from her lips. She wept openly now as she pressed her face against the mattress. The battle of attrition had been too costly, the vigorous pace of her younger opponent too draining, and the pain ultimately too much for her to handle… How much more could her body take? How much more willpower did she have left to resist? And how much longer could she last before she had no choice but to give in?
What comes next is an exquisite demonstration of feminine savagery. The brunette is still holding the blonde’s legs spread apart when she lifts her foot off of her foe’s pelvis and bends her own leg as she extends it outwards. She holds it up in the air for just a second before dropping down and driving her kneecap straight into the blonde’s womanhood. The accompanying scream that reverberates across the courtyard is the loudest of the afternoon thus far as the blonde seems totally overwhelmed by unending physical anguish while the brunette’s viciousness seems equally limitless.
Sara pressed her face against Erica’s collar as she pulled their upper bodies together and hung on tightly. She clung on tightly, trying desperately to both find her bearings and contain her opponent’s momentum. Erica conversely pushed and writhed as she tried to free herself and continue her pugilistic assault on her opponent’s body.
Another thrust of the breasts, and the blonde and the Asian separated for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. Both pairs of tits were reddened, swollen, and no doubt throbbing in pain, but neither Amy nor Kyoko seemed bothered. Neither made a move with their hands to rub or massage their aching orbs, lest they show any weakness in front of their opponent.