Grace arranged her huge breasts in her push up bra. Her beautiful 23-year-old face was framed by brown hair, which fell over the immense cleavage. She was the queen of the school, no girl could compete with her. And today, she was going to fight another whore who threatened her power.
Grace looked down at her boobs, pushed up by her bra, smiling.
"These beauties are unbeatable," she thought.
Her opponent was Jennifer, a blonde who had just transferred from a school in another country. After a few weeks, Jennifer had figured out who was in charge and her competitive streak had begun to throb. They found themselves in a back room of the school, with a few girls watching the fight. Jennifer had longer hair, a firm body and muscular legs like Grace. The blonde was slightly shorter, but the size of her breasts were on par with the queen's.
The rules of the fight were clear: no hands, but bearhugs were allowed, as were thrusts against walls or the floor. The fight would end when one of them gave up.
Facing each other after the starting signal, the two girls began to fight. They began to swing their breasts in the middle. Grace grunted when she felt Jennifer's tits collide with hers. They went back and forth like that, until the blonde began to push her rival across the room as Grace's breasts flattened more and more.
After a strong thrust, Grace had to put her hands on her knees, moaning. A few seconds and she stood up, only to be hit again. Grace tried to fight back, but realized she was fighting a better girl than she was. Jennifer was destroying her. An endless series of blows between the two girls, and Grace fell to her knees, crying as she rocked her defeated breasts.
"I'm the best, bitch!" Jennifer snarled wickedly as she scorned her downed rival.
Grace was carried away by the girls left behind, crying in pain and humiliation. Her reign was over.
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Grace arranged her huge breasts in her push up bra. Her beautiful 23-year-old face was framed by brown hair, which fell over the immense cleavage. She was the queen of the school, no girl could compete with her. And today, she was going to fight another whore who threatened her power.
Grace looked down at her boobs, pushed up by her bra, smiling.
"These beauties are unbeatable," she thought.
Her opponent was Jennifer, a blonde who had just transferred from a school in another country. After a few weeks, Jennifer had figured out who was in charge and her competitive streak had begun to throb. They found themselves in a back room of the school, with a few girls watching the fight. Jennifer had longer hair, a firm body and muscular legs like Grace. The blonde was slightly shorter, but the size of her breasts were on par with the queen's.
The rules of the fight were clear: no hands, but bearhugs were allowed, as were thrusts against walls or the floor. The fight would end when one of them gave up.
Facing each other after the starting signal, the two girls began to fight. They began to swing their breasts in the middle. Grace grunted when she felt Jennifer's tits collide with hers. They went back and forth like that, until the blonde began to push her rival across the room as Grace's breasts flattened more and more.
After a strong thrust, Grace had to put her hands on her knees, moaning. A few seconds and she stood up, only to be hit again. Grace tried to fight back, but realized she was fighting a better girl than she was. Jennifer was destroying her. An endless series of blows between the two girls, and Grace fell to her knees, crying as she rocked her defeated breasts.
"I'm the best, bitch!" Jennifer snarled wickedly as she scorned her downed rival.
Grace was carried away by the girls left behind, crying in pain and humiliation. Her reign was over.