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Deepika padukone was at the height of her stardom she was married to the best man in the world. Things changed after her to marriage she wasn't getting any new films. Deepika start getting depressed and started to cry see in this ranveer tried to take deepika to a party of a big producer. Deepika padukone and ranveer both wanted to party everybody at the party was looking at her she was looking hot as hell deepika legs are so hot that all the man was looking at her suddenly someone else came all people stare at her it was disha patani her hot body surprised deepika padukone . Disha was the new hot girl in Bollywood in the party in both disha patani and deepika padukone stare at each other both women went to the bar and look at each other look at each others hot body disha said to deepika you are old and married you should retired and leave Bollywood I am the new hot girl deepika came close to disha listen you bitch you are no match for me you should go fuck same producer disha patani anger building with in her she went to ranveer start flirt with him to seeing this deepika padukone got angry deepika decided to teach her a lesson disha patani wanted to bathroom deepika followed her to the bathroom she entered the bathroom and lock the bathroom deepika came behind her disha grab her pushed are against the wall and started strip her clothes deepika put her fingers in disha ass and started to fuck her disha burst in orgasmed . Deepika padukone left disha patani and deepika when leaving disha told her she is the alpha in Bollywood disha got up also went home thinking how to take revenge on deepika padukone. Next day at home deepika wake up took a hot shower she came out of the bathroom nude looking at herself she feel great she fuck that bitch up. Disha patani was on a mission to take revenge she called her friend asked for information what film deepika was doing after all getting information disha went to producer house wearing just a robe she fuck the producer told him to call deepika told her she is out of the film . Deepika padukone got a call from the producer told her she is out of film hearing this deepika got Depressed next day she went to the gym to exercise after she got a call from a friend told deepika was fired because disha have fuck the producer and told him to throw you out hearing this she got angry went to back to her house she decided to take revenge deepika wanted to disha house she knock the door by tiger open the door and see deepika let her in the house deepika asked Ware is disha .Tiger said she is in the shower all right Tiger went to the kitchen to get something to drink for deepika then deepika decided to fuck Tiger then challenge disha to a catfight then deepika strip her clothes became naked Tiger came back and see deepika nude front of Tiger cook bust out of his pant deepika grab Tiger cook and suck it dry she fuck him so hard he collapsed then deepika left a note saying she is challenging disha to a catfight tell her come to her house she will teach the lesson for a lifetime . Disha came out of the shower want to leaving room and see Tiger fuck then she see the note she got angry disha call deepika said you bitch i accepted the challenge i will be at you house next day so be prepared for the fight of a life time. Next day disha patani wanted to deepika house disha ring the bell then deepika opened the door disha came in both women look at each other hot body both disha patani and deepika padukone wanted to leaving room both strip there clothes became nude both look at each other with hate both ready to fight suddenly
Deepika padukone threw a hard punch that smashed into disha patani' jaw, so hard it knocked hot disha patani flat on her ass. As deepika came up on her, disha hooked her muscular arms around deepika's knees and took her down. Deepika landed with a solid thump, right on her back, as disha climbed on top of her and savagely raked her nails across deepika padukone breasts as deepika gasped in pain. Disha began to give deepika padukone hard open-handed, nails-first, slaps that smacked loudly into the outside of deepika's firm left breast and had deepika literally with pain.
As deepika cried out in agony, she managed to clasp her hands around disha's huge breasts and pushed them as high as they would go. It was now disha's turn to cry out in pain as deepika slammed her backwards onto the floor, driving her knee into disha's groin as they fell. Disha's face turned red from the force of the blow, and deepika beautifully manicured hands tore into disha, ripping into her breasts, and viciously driving her fiery red nails into the massive breasts around the nipples.
Disha patani moaned in pain as her supersensitive nipples were harshly worked over by deepika padukone. Deepika looked intent on clawing off one of disha's nipples, and the pain seared through disha patani body. Deepika crushed disha patani's breast hard into her nails, as disha fought to pull deepika padukone's hands away. Nearly blind with pain, disha clamped her strong hand around deepika's left breast and tugged the mammary down with all her strength, getting a cry of pain from deepika and felt her nipple mauling lessen.
Disha kept her fingers tightly gripped around deepika's breast, twisting and jerking around the nipple so hard disha thought she might rip it off the breast completely. Deepika moaned in pain, as it felt like disha was stretching her pink nipple to unbelievable lengths. Disha patani wrapped her meaty legs around deepika's slender waist, while still painfully pulling deepika's nipple around. Clamping her strong legs around deepika's body, disha locked her ankles and poured on the pressure like never before as she ripped and tore at deepika's breast, the nipple now bleeding where disha's sharp nails had sunk into it.
But then a loud scream filled the room as deepika, her head right in front of dish's chest, sunk her teeth hard and deep into disha patani' left breast, biting into the baggy breast just to the right of the nipple. Disha frantically pulled and tugged at deepika's hair, trying to get deepika's teeth off her breast, but to no avail. Disha's face was twisted in agony as she moans in pain, as deepika starts shaking her head viciously from side to side, putting disha patani in even more pain. Disha retaliated by sending two teeth-rattling punches to the side of deepika's head, which hurt deepika enough for disha to slip her fingers between her teeth and breast, and slip her soggy and bleeding nipple out of deepika's mouth.
Staggering back, disha cups her wounded breast, and then flies at deepika in a rage, cocking her fist back and smashing it into deepika's mouth, mashing her lips hard against her teeth, and ripping them open on the inside. Deepika padukone goes sailing back, blood spurting out of her torn lips as she crashes down on the floor with a loud moan of pain. Disha is on her
in an instant. Smashing her body down on top of deepika's, disha grips both of her breasts and begins to grind them hard between her fingers. Deepika gasps in pain as disha takes both of her red and throbbing breasts in her hands and starts to rip the sweaty breasts around by the nipples as hard as she could, and as disha' tight grip finds a milk sac behind deepika's nipple and crushes it, deepika screams in total pain.
Out of desperation, deepika reaches up and latches her hands onto disha's huge swaying breasts, and with one massive wrench deepika rips her breasts hard to the sides, as now disha patani screams in utter agony. Deepika slashes her rings across disha's throbbing breasts, and then attacks with her nails, and mauls disha patani onto her back. Once again deepika grinds the two rings on her right hand hard against disha's breasts, getting a moan of pain from disha patani as she knows that disha's huge nipples are almost at the bursting point. Deepika crushes disha patani's breasts against her ribcage, driving in her nails."NO.. GOD NO deepika, MY BREASTS!!! YOU'RE KILLING ME!!! STOP RIPPING MY TITS OPEN deepika!!! PLEASE!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!! OHHHHH GOD deepika!!!! MYYYYYYYY TITS!!!!!!!"
Deepika reaches back with her fist and smashes disha full in the mouth, both of her lips exploding in blood. Deepika delivers some solid punches to disha's belly, her fist sinking into her taut stomach as disha struggles to free herself and fight back. Both deepika padukone and disha patani roll across the floor, with deepika still in control, although disha tries to pull herself free by giving deepika a blistering back raking with her nails. Deepika winces in pain, and separates from disha patani, her hands trying to soothe the fiery pain in her raw, sweaty back.
Feeling the torn and bleeding trenches disha dug into her skin, deepika charges disha and slams her up against a wall, smashing her fists hard and deep into disha's breasts, pounding them like they were speed bags. Disha's arms come up to protect her chest, but deepika's punches rip into her breasts like line drives, as deepika padukone buries her fist up to her wrist in disha's ravaged left breast. Deepika's rings carve bloody furrows into disha's breasts as disha patani screams in pain.
Both deepika padukone and disha patani are exhausted, this fight taking longer than either had expected. Sweat streamed down both disha and deepika's bodies, and their breasts were bloody from scratches and mottled with black-and-blues from their constant twisting and pounding. Deepika pushed some sweaty strands of her lank hair out of her face before attacking disha again, this time taking a crushing hold of dish's tight nipples and throwing her to the floor by them, ripping her hands away at the last moment so hard she thought she might've torn disha patani's breasts right off her body.
Deepika takes no chances as she stands over disha patani, raising her foot and sends it smashing down onto disha's body with all her weight behind it. Disha's body jerks about painfully on the floor, as deepika rams her heel into disha's stomach and breasts over and over as she pounds disha into the floor. Blood vessels in disha's tits explode as deepika's foot crunches down again and again. Disha cried out, "OHHH GOD!!! Deepika---MY BREASTS!!! OHHHH GOD MY BREASTS....YOU BITCH!!!!"
Deepika jumps into the air and comes down hard on disha patani midsection, her shapely, slender ass crashing down on disha red and aching breasts. Deepika bounces up and down on disha patani, and each time disha lets out a low and throaty moan as her breasts are crashed into her body. Deepika reaches back and snatch-slaps disha in the cunt, raking her hard nails across disha clit as disha patani screams in pain.
Disha's eyes grow wide as deepika again smacks the palm of her hand hard against her moist pubic mound and curls up her two middle fingers into disha stinging groin and starts applying pressure. Disha's body stiffens and quivers under deepika assault, and she lets out a deep moan as deepika strong fingers and nails tear into her warm moist pussy, her whole body on fire from the excruciating pain.
Feeling the fight won, deepika lets off the pressure between disha legs and locks her legs around disha battered midsection and pumped the woman's body. Disha is hardly putting up a fight anymore as deepika slams her hands onto her foe's throbbing breasts and crushes them, digging her nails in and shaking the breasts back and forth. With a heave deepika lifts disha body up off the floor by her breasts alone, while keeping disha lower body locked down with her legs and ass. Disha screams as her breasts burned in pain.
Deepika ripped at both her huge melons with abandon, clawing bloody streaks down their sides. Disha's face was twisted in agony, her tongue pressed tightly against her clenched teeth as she gasped and moaned in pain. Her breasts felt like they were going to burst at any second, and if she let deepika go on like this much longer the fight would belong to deepika padukone bitch.
Disha reached up, and slapped deepika hard across the face, leaving a huge red hand print on deepika cheek and snapped her head to one side. Staggering at first, deepika came right back and clasped disha large breasts in each of her strong hands, digging her healthy nails into disha soft titflesh as disha screamed in pain. Deepika roughly shoved disha into a corner, trapping her there, as she mashed disha firm breasts together while grinding her nails into them.
Streaks of blood smeared across disha breasts as deepika nails further pierced her skin. Disha moaned out in pain, but managed to punch the tender underside of deepika's right breast hard, causing deepika cry out in pain as disha fist crushed the breast against her body.
But then deepika rammed her knee down into disha groin so hard she nearly knocked disha patani unconscious, as disha eyes bulged in pain. Deepika tore into disha breasts with her nails again, clawing the full round breasts up and down as disha face turned red from the mauling.Grabbing each of dish's breasts deepika commanded, "Give up, bitch, or I'll rip them off," very slowly twisting disha sweaty breasts."Go fuck yourself, deepika," disha whispered back.
Deepika then surged on the pressure, twisting disha's breasts so hard the nipples turned a deep purple as blood vessels erupted inside of disha' tits. Tiring of this, deepika hair-hauled disha to her feet, and as deepika kept her manicured hands locked tightly onto disha breasts, both disha patani and deepika padukone staggered around in a circle with deepika in complete control, but suddenly disha turned the tide of their fight.
Disha smashed her fist down on deepika left breast after putting her other hand underneath it in a fist, knuckles up. As deepika breast was slammed onto disha knuckles and rings, disha pushed down on it ground her fist downwards with all her might as deepika now moaned in pain. Disha would swear that she could feel her knuckles meeting through deepika mangled titflesh."OOOHHHHH GOD disha!!! MY TITS!!! THEY HURT SOOOOO MUCH!!! THEY'RE GONNA EXPLODE!!!" Deepika sobbed out in pain.
Disha attacked both of deepika's creamy breasts immediately, sinking her fists hard into each one, then drove her knee into deepika's taut stomach, doubling her over. Disha grabbed her in a headlock from the side, and started to plow her knee into her breasts as the hung down, causing deepika untold agony as she crushed her breasts. Disha began throwing a knee into her stomach every few times, with enough force to lift deepika off her feet. Deepika blindly grasped at disha groin, grabbing a large fistful of dark pubic hair and yanking on it, as disha drove another particularly hard knee shot to deepika already swollen breast, her breast exploding in pain as disha ground her knee in. As disha stood on one leg, deepika was able to knock her over and they both crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
Disha hauled deepika up by her hair, but deepika slammed her into a wall with enough power to break off disha assault. Deepika smashed a punch hard into disha face, bloodying disha nose, and splattering a thick streak of blood grotesquely across disha face. Deepika padukone threw another punch into disha face, as disha left eye is nearly swollen shut from the rings on deepika's hands smashing into her. Deepika delivered a vicious knee to disha groin, putting disha patani in even more pain."OOOOooooooooooooohhhhhh....MY CUNT!!!! OOOHHH deepika!!!" Disha cried out.
Deepika clapped her hands onto both of disha's breasts and ground her nails into disha saucer-like nipples. Disha's blazing nipples felt like they were being torn of her breasts as she tried to pull deepika hands away, but only added to the pain as deepika had an iron grip on her fiery nipples. Deepika slammed disha into another wall with a jarring impact and mashed her manicured fingers into disha huge, swollen mounds, pushing both breasts upward as the titflesh strained to its limits.
Through the blinding pain, disha trapped deepika's nipple between her fingers and savagely ripped it from her grip by slapping the breast away hard. Deepika padukone nipples looked like they were about to tear away from her breasts as disha patani completely ravaged her. Deepika moaned in pain, and pushed disha breasts even higher, threatening to push her breasts into her face and then right off her body. It looked like deepika was trying to take disha breasts and pull them over her shoulders.
Deepika kept on torturing her breasts, and slammed another knee into disha's pussy. Deepika large nipples were as hard as rocks as she ground them against the tender undersides of disha's upturned breasts. Disha's hand closed in a fist and she whaled away at deepika's firm breast, causing deepika padukone to wince in pain as disha fist buried itself deeply in the soft titflesh, disha rings carving painfully into deepika's swollen tit. Disha fired a punch at her right breast and kept alternating blows as deepika moaned with each punch.
"THIS IS FOR TRYIN' TO RIP MY BREASTS OFF deepika!!! NOW I'M GONNA SHOW YOU WHAT REAL TIT PAIN IS ALL ABOUT, YOU bitch cunt!!"disha wrenched deepika's tits over hard, feeling milk sacs within deepika breasts pop and explode."OHHHH GOD disha, MY TITS!!! PLEASE STOP!!! YOU'RE KILLING ME!!! MY TITS!!!"
Still keeping a tight grip on disha red and aching breasts, deepika bit disha breast, trying to mouth all she could of the planetary breast and almost severing the nipple as she bit down, and was rewarded with a moan of intense pain from disha as deepika chewed on her breast. But a tremendous knee to the pussy had deepika screaming in agony, as disha rammed her knee up there again, as deepika swollen pussy lips parted painfully from the blow. Deepika was still twisting disha throbbing breasts, as disha dropped her right hand down to deepika groin and raked her long manicured nails upwards from clit to breast, trailing burning red welts.
To counter that deepika raked her nails across the tender undersides of disha's breasts, as disha screamed at this new torture. Slapping both her hands down on deepika lush back, disha gave her a blistering back rake with her nails, and as deepika leaned her head back to scream disha delivered a solidly hard punch to deepika face, as deepika full red lips practically exploded in blood, her bottom lips rupturing open completely.
Disha hammered deepika again across the face, this time grasping her hair in her free left hand before ramming another punch home against deepika padukone swollen face. Both of disha's fists swung in a wide arc and crashed hard onto either side of deepika's breasts, as deepika moaned in pain. Deepika took a step forward and smashed her fist deeply into deepika's soft stomach, doubling the woman over, and then disha launched another uppercutting punch that cracked into deepika's jaw, splitting her chin wide open and sending deepika padukone sprawling out over the floor. Disha's brought her foot crashing down like a freight train onto deepika's cunt, and deepika's screams echo across the room as disha's grinds her heel in deeply. Deepika can't dislodge disha foot, even with both hands as disha's heel burrows further into her pussy and disha takes a tight hold of her leg, turning her over onto her belly, deepika padukone breasts slightly oozing out of the sides of her body.
Disha slides up onto deepika sweaty back, and sees that deepika breasts are slightly oozing out from under her upper body. Disha's brings her kneecap up over deepika's tit and then smashes it down on to deepika right breast, crushing the mound flat between her knee and the floor as deepika moans in pain."OOHHHH PLEASE disha NOOOOOOOOO!!!! MY BREAST!!! MY BEAUTIFUL BREAST!!! YOU'RE DESTROYING MY TIT!!!! PLEASE!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!! JUST GET YOUR KNEE OFF MY BREAST!!!"
Pulling deepika's head back with a fistful of hair, disha twists her head about, as she continued to grind her knee into deepika's breast."Do you give, you fucking whore-bitch???" Disha's snarled through puffy lips, pushing hard onto her breast while pulling up hard on her hair."Oh God, no I can't," was deepika only reply.When disha thrust her fingers deeply into the sides of deepika's raw breasts, deepika sobbed out in pain, but when disha drove the tips of her sharp fingernails deeply into deepika's silky tits, deepika shrieked out hoarsely in total pain."OHHHH GOD NOOOO!!!! UNNHH---UNNHH!!! Disha!!! NO DON'T disha!!! NOT THERE, YOU BITCH!!! GET YOUR NAILS OUTTA MY TITS!!!"disha rolled her sweaty body off of deepika's, cupping her massive, aching breasts, the sweat streaming in rivulets down her dark, thickset body. Deepika lay on her side, moaning in pain. Her hot body was now mottled with bloodstains and deep scratches, her breasts swollen and throbbing.
Disha patani wanted to finish deepika padukone off in style, so lowering her powerful body down on top of deepika padukone, disha positioned her pendulous breasts to fall over deepika's face. Deepika body bucked weakly against disha, as disha dropped her breasts onto deepika, disha patani larger globes forming a perfect seal around deepika pretty face. Disha wrapped her strong arms around deepika head, cradling it, and pushing deepika face deeper into her cleavage. With the sides of her arms disha pressed her breasts together, further cutting off deepika's air supply.
Deepika struggled weakly now, but since disha breasts were so sweaty and moist, deepika could just move her head slightly, sliding her chin down the sloping side of disha's breast and slowly opened her mouth. With ferocity, deepika bit down hard on the side of disha's left breast, just next to the nipple. Searing pain shot through disha patani body from her tit, and deepika ripped open her breast with her teeth, biting down until she tasted blood.
Disha screamed so loud it hurt deepika's ears, but pulled her body off deepika padukone. As soon as disha was off her deepika buried her foot into disha's midsection. With a pained grunt, disha knees collapse under her, sending her to the floor in a heap. Disha rises quickly, but not wasting a second, deepika rises shakily to her feet and follows up by smashing her elbow into disha nose, and then crushing her forearm to disha patani's face, bursting disha patani's nose and sending disha crashing to her generous ass with a loud thud.
Deepika steps behind disha, securing a chin lock and dug her knee into disha's back, grinding away at disha lush back and neck. With disha checking her nose for blood, deepika's left hand snakes its way around disha hefty body, groping for disha patani soft breasts before finding the prize. Disha patani moans in pain as deepika probing fingers find her super-hardened nipple and begins to work her swollen teat, twisting, tugging and pinching disha breasts."OH GOD.. PLEASE STOP.. deepika!!! YOU'RE DESTROYING MY BREASTS!!! STOP IT YOU GODDAMN SLUT!!!! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU deepika!!!"deepika padukone in turn kept working disha breast. Deepika jabbed her sharp, manicured thumbnail deep into the centre of disha raw, swollen nipple, while her other fingers crushed disha breast into her nails. Deepika grunted and moaned with exertion."YOU'RE GONNA LOOK PRETTY FUCKING STUPID WALKING AROUND WITH ONE TIT ON AND ONE RIPPED OFF AND SHOVED UP YOUR ASS, disha!!!"
Deepika tore her manicured hand away, giving disha a vicious slap on the breast, each of deepika's rings leaving its own bruise on the tit. Deepika got to her feet, disha rolled onto her back in agony, and disha delivered a horrific crotch stomp. With disha hands holding her burning crotch, deepika goes high, banging her hard fists deeply in disha big breasts and large hanging nipples. Disha patani breasts swing and sag as disha awkwardly tries to regain her feet. Deepika slowly rakes her red nails down disha sweaty shoulders and ribs, leaving long crimson streaks of pain across disha sides and back. Deepika then used her rings to do the same, scratching and ripping them into the raw flesh of disha's back.
Arching her back in agony, her hands rubbing her shoulders, disha huge nipples stand tall and present a tempting target to deepika. Deepika refocuses her attention on disha baggy breasts, and rips into them, giving her breasts clawed slaps that slice into disha raw nipples. Taking a firm hold of each sweat-soaked breast, deepika starts to jog and shake disha breasts as hard and fast as possible, mauling her way on top of disha patani."OHHHHH GOOOOODDDD deepika STOP!!! MY TITS!!! MY TITS!!! Deepika---OH GOD YOU'RE KILLING ME!!! STOP!!!"deepika takes a tight hold of disha's swollen nipples between her knuckles and pulls the woman off the floor and smashed her down hard again.

With the disha rolling in pain on the floor, deepika padukone then turns to disha patani back, this time grabbing only one of disha's hot legs, leaning back into a half crab. Sweat pours down from disha sultry face as she yells in pain and pounds on the floor, feeling helpless against deepika weight stretching her back and leg. Deepika, for her part, works the hold masterfully, locking disha leg underneath her armpit, threading her forearm under the knee, and pounding on disha thick legs with her clenched fist. Disha's moans turn up a notch as deepika slyly begins digging her heel into the thick pubic hair between disha legs. With a superhuman effort, disha pushes her self up and again flings deepika forward, and deepika padukone hit the wall so hard she left an imprint of her slender body in it, and she collapses onto the floor below.
Disha rises slowly, rubbing her lower back, but quickly follows deepika with a vengeful gleam in her eye. Disha's finds deepika stunned, lying on the floor trying to regain her footing. Disha immediately goes after deepika erect teats and clamped down on them with ferocity. Disha grins as she twists the hardened nipples, feeling deepika padukone soft breasts between her knuckles as her fingers do the damage.
Deepika screams in agony and tries to roll away, but the clamping grip on her sensitive nipples is too strong. Disha brings deepika padukone to her feet, pulling her up by the breasts, and pushes her roughly into the corner. Deepika first falls to one knee, then staggers forward wincing in pain, her hands massaging her aching back, again making her breasts perfect targets for the big disha. Disha grabs both breasts, kneading them, squeezing them in a frenzy of pain. Deepika moans in pain, trying to hold back the fire she feels in her chest as disha smiling squeezes her breasts.
Disha forces deepika padukone to her knees, squeezing and mauling her breasts. After a slow nipple rip, disha tosses deepika back into the middle of the room. Deepika is lying on her back, still massaging her fiery breasts. Disha rolls to a sitting position behind deepika, wrapping her large powerful thighs around deepika waist and then moving up to her ribs, squeezing the air from deepika's body.
Deepika screams in pain as disha uses her legs to crush deepika chest and ribs, making it even easier for disha to crush the sexy actress. Disha leans forward, pressing and rubbing her massive tits into deepika sweaty back. Disha's breasts sway from side to side as she works the body scissors mercilessly. Disha' rolls to her side, taking deepika with her. Disha reaches forward, enveloping deepika padukone breasts in her large hands, feeling the warm sweaty flesh in her bare hands as she crushes and squeezes the mammaries, alternating left and right and punctuating each squeeze with vicious teat torture."Lets see if I can get some milk outta these udders, deepika," disha says.
With a pained look on her face, deepika breaks the leg scissors with a trip between disha legs. Reaching back, deepika fingers find the sweaty floor of pubic hair, snaking her fingers into disha' sweaty groin before disha patani realises what is going on. Ripping her hand out of her opponent's crotch area quickly, deepika earns a screaming rest from the leg scissors.
Although still in a lot of pain, deepika manages to dig her fingers under disha protective hands and rip her crotch again before, making her way out form between disha legs. Deepika can barely make her way out from between disha thighs. Holding her ribs, she tosses disha thighs apart, and starts to crawl away, holding her aching breasts.
Disha allows her to rise to all fours before dropping a crushing elbow and forearm across her lower back. Disha disha's repeats this process several times, allowing deepika padukone to rise before pummeling her back to the floor with an elbow in the lower back.
Having toyed with deepika quite a bit, disha helps deepika to her feet, and disha spreads her arms wide open, readying to trap deepika in a deadly bearhug. Disha widespread arms envelop deepika padukone, easily wrapping around her sore kidneys and lower back. Deepika and disha both scream in unison, deepika leaning back to try and part disha steel grip, disha putting every thing she has into crushing deepika body. Disha loosens the grip a little, allowing deepika to slide down a few inches, before crushing her again, this time around her mid section. Feeling deepika rock hard nipples digging into the soft flesh of her own breasts, disha knows she can beat deepika bitch.
Deepika body begins to droop forward in disha arms, reacting only with a moan each time disha puts a little more squeeze into the bear hug. Soon deepika hard body is loose in disha powerful grip. All at once, disha releases the bearhug, allowing deepika collapse to the floor, a heap of sweaty flesh. Disha slowly lays her opponent out, pinning both of deepika's hands straight above her head with one hand, and slapping deepika padukone hard across the face with her other hand. Groggily, deepika seems to awaken, only muttering and moaning.
Disha's reaches down and grabs deepika padukone left teat, twisting it and jogging it side to side, jiggling deepika milky breast. Deepika moans become screams as the pain brings her in out of the fog and her eyes open with a start."OHHH GOD NO NO NO!!! PLEASE disha!!! DON'T!!! YOU'LL KILL ME!!! Disha!!!!""Just thought you'd like to be awake for this," disha mutters, lowering her large breasts into deepika face.
Again, disha sweaty breasts fall into deepika face, forming a perfect seal around her nose and mouth, smothering her out again like a light. Disha again grabs a breast, and twists the nipple until deepika awakens with a screaming start.
Disha patani hauls deepika padukone to her feet with a handful of deepika's thick hair. Both deepika padukone and disha patani are spent, exhausted, and bloody. Sweat dripped down deepika swelling breasts, while disha tits heaved painfully from all of deepika's scratches and punches.With her hand still wound in deepika padukone hair and her fist cocked back, disha threatens, "I'm gonna kill you, you little Bitch. Give it up now or I'll knock your fucking head off."deepika didn't say anything but started to raise her fists."All right, if that's the way you want it, deepika."
Disha hauled back smashed her fist against the side of deepika's face, the blow crunching into deepika left cheek. Disha watched with satisfaction as a torrent of blood exploded from deepika's mouth. Deepika amazingly didn't go down, but slumped down against one wall. Disha marched over to the bloodied deepika and sent an uppercut arching into her belly. Disha knocked deepika breath out with such force that her own breasts and shoulders were sprayed with deepika blood.
While disha smiled down at the splashes of blood on her front, deepika, from somewhere mustered up a left uppercut which lifted disha huge right breast. The sharp, searing pain dulled disha reactions giving deepika time to follow up with a last ditch straight right into the same sack-like breast. Deepika sore vagina clenched as she watched disha stagger away from the blow.
Disha patani didn't go down, but blood began to bubble from her teat, the blood running down her swollen hard breast. Seeing her burst and bloody nipple, disha went wild, blood flying from her breast as she smashed her hard fists into deepika ruined face and bloody nose. The rings on disha fingers thudded and crunched into deepika face and jiggling breasts, followed by deepika's dull moans and gasps. All the movement worsened the blood loss from disha breast, her body wet with blood. Deepika fought back through her terrible pain, looping punches that smashed disha raw breasts, driving her swollen nipples deep in the breast meat. The split across disha breast widened as deepika slammed more punches into it.
"NOO!!! NOOO!!! MY BREASTS!!! OHHH GOD deepika, MY BREASTS!!! THEY'RE GOING TO EXPLODE!!!! Deepika---YOU BITCH!!!! STOP PUNCHING MY TITS!!!!"The blood from disha ruptured teat splashed down her body onto her bare feet."Come on you "bitch, we're not done yet," disha patani panted.
Disha fired a straight right to the face, disha rings connecting hard with deepika swollen nose, getting more than a trickle of blood from each of deepika's nostrils, joining the blood that streamed over her chin since the start of their fight. The upper slopes of deepika's firm breasts were smudged and splashed with her blood. Disha's breasts ached horribly, and swelled in pain. The more her massive breasts swelled, the tighter the delicate skin of her areolae became. Disha's really began to put her shoulder behind her right fist as she smashed her ringed knuckles into deepika soft face. Deepika head snapped back again and again, as disha fists struck home. With deepika glassy-eyed, disha lowered her punches to deepika's torn breasts. Disha's was grunting loudly each time her fist smashed into deepika bloodstained breasts. Disha patani backed deepika padukone up against the wall with a flurry of punches, and as disha fists banged harshly into deepika tits, deepika's cried out ion agony, her breasts being ripped apart.
Both of deepika's nipples began to split apart painfully, under the heavy punches. Blood pumped from her ruptured nipples and ran down her sides. Again disha smashed a hard punch to her face and then went back to deepika ruptured breasts. Deepika padukone once beautiful breasts swelled up and dark blood pumped freely from her torn nipples."OHHHHHH!!! OHHH GOD NOOOO!!! PLEASE disha!!! NOOOO!!!! YOU BITCH!!! YOU FUCKIN' BITCH!!! MY BREASTS!!! MY BREASTS!!!! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU disha!!!!"
Deepika slender arms dangled beside her blood-streaked thighs as her breasts were crushed and torn apart by disha patani. Disha pushed deepika over to a chair, and bent deepika's body over its back. Deepika padukone spine cracked as disha bent her almost double, deepika offering her white bleeding breasts up for disha hard uppercutting punches."No, Oh God no. Please disha, my breasts hurt so much. Don't do anything else to my tits." Deepika pleaded, sobbing out her surrender. "I give up disha. Please, no more..."
But disha smiled cruelly, and grasping the back of deepika's sweaty neck disha pulled deepika toward her and gave her a hard, painful kiss on the mouth, pressing their swollen and torn lips together hard, before disha whispered back, "Oh no you don't, you lousy slut. You and those mosquito-bite tits of yours aren't going to be the same after tonight, deepika."
Disha knew she had to end it here. Pressing back on deepika split chin, forcing her head back, and disha pumped her right fist hard into deepika's breasts. With a sickening, squishing noise deepika's breasts split wide open, as deepika moaned and screamed out in ultimate pain. Disha stepped back and watched fresh blood spurting from disha burst nipples. Deepika padukone collapsed to the floor, hard, rolled onto her sweaty back and lay still. Disha patani knew she would not get up. Disha look at her self her body was destroyed but deepika was also destroyed disha put her clothes back she left deepika house victorious.
Disha patani wins.