12-04-2020, 09:56 AM
Indian TV actress hina khan vs jennifer winget
Jennifer winget was just divorce. Jennifer was extremely depressed her husband left her for a hotter and richer women. Jennifer winget was a hot independent women she decided to get her life back she start to work again Jennifer need to lose same weight Jennifer decided to go to the gym to lose some weight Jennifer went into the most expensive private gym in Mumbai Jennifer enter the room it is a private room exercise . 2 months of exercising Jennifer got her body back. one day Jennifer wanted suddenly started raining heavily the road floor was flooded Jennifer was enter the gym nobody was there Jennifer decided she should women in the gym and exercised until water comes down Jennifer want to the private room and saw there is a another woman it was hina khan she and hina both where happy to see each other started talking for a while then they started to exercise both Jennifer and hina took off their jackets the start left weight both look at each other hot body with lust both Jennifer and hina sweater heavily both off their clothes where wet hina look around the gym and try to find somebody but the gym was empty hina look back and see Jennifer winget took off t-shirt and unzip her pants and thorow at way Jennifer was just in a bra and panty hina surprised to see her in this state hina said have you no shame Jennifer said I am a Christian not a '. like haring this hina took off for t-shirt and unzipper her pants and throw it away both Jennifer and hina Ware in lingerie both were sweetie both looking at each other with lust hina said we should get back to exercising both couldn't get they are eys off of each other hot body. Jennifer winget was doing yoga hina surprisingly took off her lingerie and throw at a way hina said it hot hear Jennifer seductively unhook her bra and throw then she seductively took off her panties and towed away both Jennifer and hina Ware nude . Both couldn't stand each other in this condition hina said do you have a problem BITCH Jennifer said yes I do it's you I cannot stand you're present both were looking at each other with hate Jennifer for a while she had a desire to destroy hina.hina also had a desire to fuck Jennifer . Both Jennifer and hina attack each other enter into a taste strength both tried to push the other back against the wall but couldn't both we're equal in strength both Jennifer and hina wipe their hands around their back enter into a bear hug both Jennifer and hina squeeze the other tight as possible there sweetie body slam in to each other they are hard body dipped in sweat started to make the floor of the gym wet with their sweat both Jennifer and hina started to use their nails to scratch their backs with one hand and grab their hair and pull with other hand both Jennifer and hina was in lot of pain. Both Jennifer and hina scream in pain both started to finger each others assholes and try to make the other cum suddenly both Jennifer and hina burst in orgasmed both collapsed in the floor . both were exhausted both hear the rain has stopped both Jennifer and hina got up put their clothes back on hina khan said both of us should settle this some other day Jennifer said you're right we should go back to our homes hina said I will call you and arrange our next fight both left next week hina call Jennifer said I am ready for the catfight Jennifer said I was waiting for this hina said come to my apartment
Jennifer winget came to the apartment where hina khan is waiting for her to arrive. Jennifer is wearing a long, shiny black overcoat that reaches down to her ankles, and high heel. Reaching the door to the apartment, she rings the doorbell, waiting to see if someone will open it . After a few moments the door unlocks and open, revealing hina khan wearing a long white satin skirt and matching top. Hina smiles as she sees Jennifer, the look on her face betraying her eagerness to get started.
Retuning her smile just a little, Jennifer slithers her way past hina and walks into the room. she opens her overcoat and lets it fall to the floor as she snakes into the living room, revealing the black lingerie underwear she wore for their catfight. Hina closes the door, pulling a key from her top and locks it. Tossing the key into a far corner of the room, leaving no opportunity for escape, hina khan slowly approaches Jennifer.
Jennifer winget and hina khan stare each other down in the living room. A few moments pass before Jennifer addresses her opponent“I see how much you’re looking forward to getting it on,” she purrs seductively. “I am, too, but I’ll give you the first move to see what you’re made of,” she adds, running both hands along her slender body as if inviting hina to attack.
'. hina khan smiles, her eyes following Jennifer hands. “You’re so gracious,” hina says, running her thumbs and forefingers around the waistband of her skirt, then peeling it down to her ankles and kicking it away to leave her in slight white satin panties and a frilly, diaphanous top that’s just opaque enough to leave the imagination in play, but too tight and dipping too low to give the impression anything is beneath it. Stepping close enough to Jennifer that their bodies are almost touching, she stares Jennifer in the eyes. “We can start as soon as you’re ready.
Jennifer moves a little closer to her rival, lightly brushing her boobs against hina. “Before we do,” Jennifer winget offers. “Why don’t we up the stakes a little?” Although her tone of voice already seemed to imply much more.
“Exactly what do you mean by upping the stakes?” hina inquires of her.“Well,” Jennifer explains, her voice dripping with anticipation, “instead of one of us winning by forcing a submission, why don’t we have a win-by-orgasm match? In other words, I make you come before you can make me come, I win. Oh, and after that, the loser becomes the winner’s sexual toy for the night.”
The idea, while unexpected, is intriguing to hina. After a moment’s consideration, she agrees. “OK, you’re on. I’m looking forward to seeing your face when I fuck you into defeat.”“We’ll see about that,” Jennifer coos, delighted that hina accepted her offer. She watches as hina steps back a foot or two, never diverting her gaze from Jennifer winget eyes.“Everything’s in play, ,” hina says. “If you see it, go ahead and use it, ‘cause you know I won’t give it a second thought.
Hina motions with one hand around the living room, expecting Jennifer attention to be diverted. Knowing how hina means to begin the match, she feigns taking the bait, following the direction of her outstretched arm with her eyes. As hina accepts Jennifer invitation by surging forward and grabbing for Jennifer winget by the locks, Jennifer quickly thrusts up her arm to block the incoming hand, then slaps the unsuspecting hina across the face.
Hina, annoyed that she failed to catch Jennifer off guard before the contest even commenced, hina reaches for her hair with both hands. Slipping her fingers into Jennifer hair, she shakes Jennifer head from side to side. Pulling Jennifer into a headlock, the blonde twists Jennifer neck while keeping a tight grip on her hair.“Pretty good first move, eh Jennifer?” hina taunts Jennifer with an amused lilt, watching Jennifer winget choke from the tight arm gripping her head. “However, it’s the second, third, fourth, and fifth, you better worry about.”
Though she was gagging from the tight headlock, encouraging hina khan to squeeze tighter, Jennifer was still delighted that hina had gone for the bait she set up for her so willingly. The trap had worked perfectly. Allowing hina khan to think she was in control of the situation, she began coughing louder and slapping at hina khan arms with a series of diminishing impacts. The coughing sounds soon began to merge with hoarse gasps for air. Hearing this, hina flexed her arms and tightened the headlock even more, sensing Jennifer was weakening early and this match would be a cinch.
Wrenching the headlock brutally, hina continues to yank Jennifer hair, pulling Jennifer winget further into her side, pushing her face into the side of her boob. Jennifer appears to sink to her knees little by little, prompting an amused chuckle from the dominant hina. Pleased, hina chuckles lowly to herself as she watches Jennifer predicament increase. Jennifer choked grunting soon degenerates to choked wheezing, as Jennifer winget deteriorating arm slaps grow weaker... weaker...
Then, without warning, Jennifer balls her hand into a fist and slams it into hina unsuspecting belly, knocking the breath from hina khan before she is aware of what is happening. In the crucial moments that follow, Jennifer curls her fingers, raking them harshly across hina soft, yielding stomach in a quick, brutal succession of three strokes.
Hina khan gasps from the sensation of Jennifer nails slashing across her belly, Jennifer winget wraps both arms around her waist, grips her wrist with her other hand and squeezes powerfully. Hina gasps in pain as Jennifer works both sides of her ribcage, tightening the bearhug with each passing moment. Grinding her ribcage on her other side with her clenched fists, Jennifer pulls hina into her body, pushing her shoulder into the side of her ribcage closest to her.
Leaning into the arm crossing her throat, Jennifer sinks her teeth deep into it, causing hina cry out as the headlock loosens and falls away. Moving with the speed of a striking cobra, Jennifer shifts position and slides in front of hina, quickly wrapping her arms around hina khan waist. Bear hugging hina from the front, her hands pressing into hina khan back, Jennifer concentrates the strength in her deceptively waif-like body into crushing her ribcage.
Holding that position for a few more drawn out moments, delighting in the pained groans she forces from her crushed adversary, Jennifer uncoils her arms from hina khan body, releasing the tight bearhug. Before hina khan can get respite, Jennifer twists her fingers into claws and slashes her fingernails hard across her back. Hina cries out sharply as Jennifer nails drag across her skin. The slashes feel like someone just dragged razor blades dipped in flame across her back.
Using her nails to slash hina back a second time, Jennifer switches direction, working her way up to hina locks and burying her fingers there. Yanking hina head back with vicious suddenness once she has a firm grip, Jennifer yanks her head forward while she darts to the side, slipping a foot around hina ankle and flipping her to the rug. Jumping on her and gbangvining her legs, Jennifer wrenches her hair with one hand while the other claws her face.“I think you’re the one who should be worried,” purrs Jennifer pinning hina arms to the carpet, suppressing hina thrashing legs by flexing her own and tightening the gbangvine, “seeing how easily I fooled you so early in our fight!”
Hina bucks with all her might, thrusting her pelvis upward to build some space between her and Jennifer. Next, her backside pushes against the carpet, her body shimmying to twelve o’clock. But with Jennifer slender, alabaster lower limbs snaking around hers, Jennifer winget stays right with her. Sighing while their bare bellies grind together, then flexing her thigh muscles to hold hina khan in place, Jennifer grins down at hina, pink tongue poking between perfect pearlies. Grabbing hina golden locks again, Jennifer throws hina head down against the rug, hina khan grimacing and reaching for her the back of her skull with one hand while trying to control Jennifer free hand with the other.“You’re in over your head, sweetheart,” Jennifer intones softly, still licking her lips.
Hina knew she was in danger. Throwing Jennifer free right hand away from her face, hina khan reaches up to rake at Jennifer winget eyes, but Jennifer was far ahead of her again. Jennifer, having released her grip on hina hair, blocks the effort with her left hand. Grabbing hina wrists, she pins them to the floor. She moves in close, nearly nosetip to nosetip, a inch away from Eskimo first base.“Don’t tell me you’re this easy,” Jennifer taunts her again, flicking her tongue across hina lips.
Hina flicks her tongue to symbolically meet Jennifer, then grits her teeth in pain as Jennifer winget moves her head out of range and raises up to maintain the gbangvine, unsuccessfully trying to free her legs. Only one chance left. Suddenly, hina khan forehead shoots up and conks Jennifer on the brow. Realizing her maneuver Jennifer winget, hina follows it up with another butt to the bridge of Jennifer nose. The sound it causes reverberates off the walls.
Jennifer winget reflexively releases her handholds to protect her face, hina uses the opportunity to drive a short clipping right to her kidney, then another, and another. Hina was still tied up downstairs with Jennifer stubborn gbangvines, but hina khan had enough slack around her torso to rotate off her back and lean on her left elbow, Jennifer doing the same on her right, the women on their opposite sides. Hina slaps Jennifer face for good measure as she moves to strike.
Realizing that hina has undermined her advantage, Jennifer withdraws her limbs from the gbangvine to keep herself from flopping onto the carpet and becoming an easier target for hina khan. Pushing herself up by her elbow, hina slaps Jennifer face again, then returns to hammering on Jennifer kidney with her right fist, enjoying the grunts of pain the blows elicit from Jennifer. Jennifer tightens her stomach muscles to lessen the blows, but hina just pounds harder
Feeling the ache in her kidney rising as hina keeps whaling her there, Jennifer reaches out and kock hina’s left arm out from under her, ramming the heel of her left foot into hina soft stomach as hard as she could at the same instant. Hina stopped from landing another punch to Jennifer kidneys while her fist is in mid-air, grunts as the breath is knocked out of her, then grunts again as Jennifer heel slams into her stomach a second time, kicking her onto her back.“How did that feel, bitch?” Jennifer snarls as hina massages her stomach and gasps for breath. “Let’s just see how easily you breathe when I do this...”
Pressing her retaliation as she finishes, Jennifer snakes her left leg across hina stomach as her right pushes its way under her back, crossing her ankles and establishing a tight scissors. Stretching her legs to apply fierce pressure, Jennifer suppresses the groaning hina squirming with a powerful compression of her legs. As Jennifer maintains the scissors, hungrily crushing hina khan body with her thighs, she uses her left hand to rake her breasts through her top.
Seeing that one of these rakes dislodged the thin fabric halfway from hina body in the process, Jennifer punctuates the move with another powerful leg compression around hina waist, causing hina body to jackknife. Jennifer rakes her nails along hina breasts again, tearing her top completely off this time. As hina fights to escape Jennifer winget clutches, Jennifer gives her a tighter squeeze of her legs, forcing hina pained body to jackknife again
Shifting her position as hina jackknifes from the compression of her legs, Jennifer slithers behind hina khan bending her legs at the knees as she scissors her waist again. Using a free hand to assault her breasts with vicious rakes and scratches, Jennifer strangles hina with her own top, wrapping the material around her throat, bunching it up behind her neck and pulling, shaking hina head back and forth as her thighs compress hina khan tighter and tighter.
Grunting, gagging and crying out in agony from the triple assault, hina rakes her nails along the thighs crossing her midsection. At first this prompts Jennifer winget to rake harder and squeeze tighter, but hina pushes her fingers under Jennifer thigh, where it meets hina sides. Finding purchase, hina tears and gouges at the thigh pressing into her, trying to pry the scissors open. Jennifer responds by kicking her legs as far as they can go, crushing the squirming hina between them.
Gagging louder as Jennifer pulls tighter on the material around her windpipe, choking off more and more air, hina uses her other hand to scratch and rake Jennifer thighs, seeking out the sensitive muscle behind Jennifer legs and clamping down with her fingernails. This eventually forces Jennifer winget to release the scissors around hina waist, but not before Jennifer steels herself and twists hina top with both hands, tightening her grip and throttling her with the fabric.
Her face turning as red. hina reaches behind her, grabs Jennifer tresses with both her hands and is somehow able to flip Jennifer winget head over heels, sending her crashing to the carpet with a loud, resounding THUD. The sudden movement is enough to knock the wind from Jennifer, who lays there gasping for breath. Moving forward to build on her retaliation, hina sees stars when Jennifer suddenly lashes out with her foot, catching the advancing hina with an unexpected kick to the forehead.
Rolling to her hands and knees as hina fights to regain her bearings and shake the cobwebs loose, Jennifer arches her backside in the air. Next thing hina knows, Jennifer is springing at her, grabbing her around the torso and knocking her to the carpet. Straddling her and grabbing her breasts with both hands, Jennifer twists and pulls, leaning in to sink her teeth into one of them, jaws clamping on her nipple.
With a scream, hina reaches around Jennifer body, grabbing hold of her top where it clasps at the back, tearing it from her body in a smooth, swift motion. Flinging it across the room, hina slashes her nails violently across Jennifer winget back, working her way to Jennifer ass. Reaching it, hina digs her nails in, applying a firm grasp. Jennifer bites harder into her nipple, twisting and pulling with wild abandon, hina rakes and claws Jennifer ass in sharp motions.“Get your fucking teeth out of my tit!” hina screams, enraged at Jennifer extreme tactics. Jennifer does, but only to snarl in defiance, “I’ll tear them from your body and hang them on my bedroom wall!”
As if determined to make good on her words, Jennifer returns to clawing and biting at hina boobs, not letting up in the slightest. Screaming, hina response is to buck her hips and roll Jennifer under her, raking her nails upward along Jennifer back in the process. Grabbing hold of Jennifer hair after she straddles Jennifer winget. Hina twists and pulls the caught locks every which way, digging her nails into Jennifer eyes in an effort to force Jennifer to release her breast.
Howling from the intrusion, Jennifer slap-claws hina face with both hands, prompting hina to respond in kind. Next thing either of them know, they are furiously slapping each other’s faces and slashing each other’s flesh, twisting and rolling around the room like enraged leopardesses. Screaming louder still, Jennifer rakes her nails across hina eyes, grabbing her hair with one hand as she sticks her fingers one each in her nostrils with the other. Immediately Jennifer takes to wrenching and pulling hina nose in an uncomfortable angle as her other hand wrenches and pulls her hair.
Screaming as Jennifer flips on top of her, hina wraps her legs around Jennifer midsection, wrapping her arms around Jennifer winget slender torso as she rolls Jennifer winget underneath her. As Jennifer rakes hina back in response, hina digs her nails into Jennifer butt cheeks. Uttering a long grunt, Jennifer does the same to hina ass cheeks, pushing her fingers under hina panties and into the crack underneath. Letting loose with a long, loud cry of pain as Jennifer works her crack, hina reaches her fingers toward Jennifer womanhood, pushing her fingers under Jennifer bottom.
Curling her fingers, hina traces five stilettos up the valley between Jennifer winget cheeks. Jennifer whimpers in protest but swallows much of the searing pain, determined to show hina who could take more, knowing full well she could give it. Hina full, pouting lips quivered open wide to wail in pain in response to Jennifer maneuverings.
But even as she let pain overcome her vocal cords, hina khan left hand slips down the front of Jennifer black, Jennifer face growing paler than it already was. Her assaults momentarily vanish as hina sinks her nails into the tender tissue, squeezing and scbanging and clawing at Jennifer cunny.“YOU BITCH!” Jennifer screams. “AHHHHHNNNGH!”
“You go low; I’ll go lower,” hina hisses between gritted teeth as she pulls her opposite hand from Jennifer’ glutteal cleavage, instead circling the front of Jennifer throat between her thumb and forefinger, contracting Jennifer windpipe even as she maintained the choking grasp of her crotch. Jennifer eyes bulge and she gasps for air, her hands encircle hina wrist to try and remove the most pressing concern.
With a heaving push, Jennifer extricates hina wriggling digits from beneath her panties and between her legs, a couple of curly auburn hairs poking from beneath hina manicure. Smashing a punishing palm into one of hina khan bare breasts, she flattens the Brest into a fleshy pancake, eliciting a pained grunt. An already leaning hina loses her balance completely, tumbling to the side; Jennifer quickly takes the opportunity to pry free of hina legs.
Uncomfortably, she pushes to her feet and gathers some breathing room, rubbing some welts on her ivory backside with one hand and tending to some front yard gardening with her other. With slightly bowed legs, she turns back to find hina.“You are so…uuuunnnnnnnnngh!”
Hina, waiting on her back, had thrust a foot up into Jennifer mound, instantly doubling her over, Jennifer ruby lips curling into a breathless ‘O’ as she raises to tiptoes. Hina grins around heavy breaths, her pooled breasts heaving, as she draws in deep pulls of oxygen.
“Second verse,” hina mocks, right leg A pulling from slot B and pistoning back for another go. “Same as the first.”
The slender, abbreviated stem flies forward again, but Jennifer finds the wherewithal to snag it before it can find its target. Angrily, hina sends her left leg hurtling toward the dark triangular patch of cloth covering Jennifer womanhood, but again Jennifer winget makes the interception, deflecting the blow, then grabbing hina around either ankle before pulling the wishbone wide. The frustration in hina khan eyes instantaneously turns to fear, hina waving her hands and desperately shaking her head as an evil little smirk again parts Jennifer lips.
You went low first, unless you forgot,” Jennifer growls. “However, I will spare your slit for the time being.” That being said, Jennifer flips hina onto her stomach, flattening and pressing her breasts hard into the soft carpet. Still holding on to hina ankles, Jennifer bends her legs at the knees as she fits her ankles under her armpits. Moving quickly forward and sitting on hina back, the incensed Jennifer stretches her limbs towards her head. Trapped and unable to escape, hina howls in agony as her limbs are curled agonizingly in the opposite direction.“Oh, don’t cry, hina,” Jennifer taunts her, stretching her legs further, “it doesn’t hurt that bad. Besides, I have other plans for your snatch once this is over... so many plans, you won’t know where I get the energy from...”
Letting those words linger in the air, Jennifer continues working hina limbs, wrenching and pulling as hina khan slaps the carpet, crying out as her thigh muscles are stretched and every nerve vibrates from the strain. Pushing herself up by her hands, hina finds herself forced to the carpet again as Jennifer pulls harder on her legs, placing more strain on her thighs and lower back. Bouncing on hina back to increase the pressure, Jennifer leans forward, remorselessly grinding hina breasts into the carpet, twisting her ankles. Hina cries grow progressively louder as her boobs are mashed painfully beneath her and her legs are wrenched numb.
“My tits - AAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! LEGGO, BITTCH!” hina finally screams as Jennifer continues mashing her into the floor. Growing desperate, she writhes left and right to escape Jennifer clutches, prompting Jennifer to bend her legs farther backward, bouncing harder to increase the strain she is exerting on her thigh and back muscles.
“Not nice to call me names,” Jennifer coos, delighted at the pain she’s inflicting on her rival. “Especially when I can keep this up for as long as I want to...” To demonstrate this point, Jennifer stretches her opponent’s legs farther still, twisting them at the ankles and bouncing on her back with greater enthusiasm. The pressure on hina thighs and back is considerable as Jennifer indefinitely maintains the pain.“If you think this feels good, you ain’t felt nothin’ yet...” Jennifer taunts hina said you '. are on Mach for Christian.
Satisfied that she has exerted enough pressure on her rival’s legs, Jennifer releases them, letting them fall to the carpet behind her. Moving quickly forward, she grabs hina hair, dragging her to her knees while she rises to her feet. Standing with one leg on either side of her opponent’s head, Jennifer pulls hina between her thighs by her hair, pressing her inner thighs against her cheeks and applying inexorable pressure.
Seeing hina firmly trapped in the standing headscissors, Jennifer winget gouges and tears at hina khan eyes as her other hand plunges two fingers up her nostrils again, twisting and pulling her inflamed nose in seemingly impossible directions. Hina screams are louder than Jennifer had anticipated as Jennifer works her without mercy. In an effort to suppress her cries, Jennifer parts her thighs a couple inches and then thrusts them closed around hina head.
Jennifer repeats the maneuver again... and again... and again, her inner thighs ramming hina ears repeatedly as her fingers work hina eyes and nose.The physical torment seems to go on forever until hina suddenly grabs Jennifer ankles with both hands, yanking backward and causing Jennifer to lose her balance. Jennifer cries out in shocked surprise as she pitches forward, colliding face first into the carpet where she lays, disoriented and motionless.
Crawling toward Jennifer while she regains her bearings, hina drags her nails downward along Jennifer back, prompting an enraged mewling sound from the hellcat.Having reached for Jennifer hair, hina is pulling her to her knees when Jennifer suddenly twists around and lashes out with a sharp fingernail slash across her eyes, followed by another nail slash hina eyes with her other hand. Jennifer presses on as hina backs away, covering her face.
The fingernail slash across hina bare breasts causes hina to gasp and suck in breath as Jennifer knocks her to the carpet, advancing on her with her fingers twisted into claws. Driving a knee into Jennifer crotch when Jennifer winget is almost upon her, hina quickly wraps her legs around Jennifer midsection, crossing her ankles and squeezing with all her might.
Jennifer grunts from the tight compressions, then lowers her head to bite into the invitingly bare breasts in front of her face. Screaming, hina reaches over to work her fingers into the space between Jennifer butt cheeks, digging a finger in and tearing at Jennifer winget down there as her other fingers scratch and claw between Jennifer cheeks, Jennifer lifts her head from hina breast and cries in raw agony, but there also seems to be some sort of arousal at the intrusion.
Before hina can react Jennifer leans in to bite into hina breast a second time, this time flicking her wet tongue around her engorged nipple. Jennifer continues this until hina steeps up her retaliation. There is something about the sight of Jennifer throwing her head back to cry out that hina finds oddly exciting.“It’s been awhile hasn’t it, Jennifer,” hina laughs, delighting in the agony she’s creating in both her physical abuse and the control she seems to be gathering.
Jennifer back arches fitfully and she chirps upon hina continued excursions around and into her tender tissue. Making the beauty her hand puppet hadn’t been the plan, but whatever worked is whatever hina is willing to do. With the waist scissors cinched in place, hina pulls Jennifer back on top of her, forcing body against body. Withdrawing her digits from Jennifer inner sanctum, she cups both hands behind Jennifer head and the auburn mane that flows from it.
“You like the taste so much, how about a second helping.”The face of a wide-eyed Jennifer is swept down into the considerable cleavage, hina forcing Jennifer in, then spinning on top so she can use gravity to seal Jennifer winget in a landslide of molten, salty, satiny flesh.“Ummmmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhhhh.”
Jennifer muffled protests vibrate against her tits, the soft pulls for breath causing hina goosebumps. But this was no time for distractions. Fun could come later. Still force-feeding from behind, she keeps Jennifer wedged in and air-tight, hina face shifting from side to side to avoid Jennifer flailing arms, at the end of which were ten talons of which hina khan is intimately familiar.“Just breathe in, bitch. Keep it... CUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Hina is cut off mid sentence, a darting, flitting tongue emerging to travel across her globes, Jennifer head finding some wiggle room the more distracted hina khan becomes. Hina pulls her breasts off ever so slightly to regain a little focus in the task at hand, but in doing so, Jennifer flawless, if greasy, features appear for the first time in a couple dozen seconds. She desperately sucks in a breath and tries to get her hands between hina jugs of mass destruction and her suddenly less than confident countenance.
Jennifer successfully tears into the underside of Jennifer bosom, but Jennifer quickly relieves the pressure, forcing Jennifer arms wide with a grip on each wrist. Hina lowers upon her victim once more, perky Brest tear dropping slightly as they brush against Jennifer cheeks.
“Stupid cow,” Jennifer protests, her head now able to shift to the side and avoid the full blossom of the bare mammaries. She spits out hina invading tissue from the corner of her mouth.“Isn’t this so much better,” hina coos. “So much better than your slashing and tearing and twisting. I’d kick your ass that way too, but this is so much more relaxing.”
Hina is doing anything but, all four limbs straining to keep Jennifer at bay, Jennifer winget slender legs kicking high in the air to dislodge her rider. Hina body slides further up Jennifer with every buck, her breasts even with Jennifer brow, then forehead, then flaming locks.
At first, hina tries to put herself in reverse, but finally gives in. While her smother is being forced up and out of play, her scissors is still making its way up Jennifer body until it collects in Jennifer armpits. Hina releases the leglock, sits up, and uses Jennifer perky chest as a cushion. Hina rises to her knees then thrusts her glossy, ivory rump down, flattening Jennifer winget breasts and the thin black lacy lingerie still covering them as she plants her ass on her face. Jennifer coughs out some remaining oxygen, while hina gazes down at the her in a full facesit pin.“OK. As I was saying,” hina says with a smirk.
Jennifer was hoping hina would establish such a position as she had just established. Jennifer winget had used her sexual wiles to test the waters of hina resistance, in lieu of the enjoyment she had planned for later. The real objective, however, was to allow hina to believe she was in control of the match when, in reality, she was walking into another trap. For the second time since the catfight began, it worked. Looking up at hina khan, Jennifer stares directly into hina khan eyes..... and smiles, in spite of the pain in her breasts.“It appears I have tricked you again, hina,” she says in the sweetest tone of voice imaginable. “Bon appetit!”
Hina smirk vanishes as Jennifer teeth embed themselves in her womanhood through her lingerie bottoms. The snappy retort poised on her tongue abruptly degenerates into a shriek that grows loud enough to shatter crystal. Hina screams again, her thighs and derriere stiffening, realizing too late that Jennifer had set her up. Jennifer immediately goes to work on her cunny, chewing the tender folds of flesh like a ravenous wolf feasting on prey.
Hina goes on shrieking, forgetting all about the collegegirl pin as her womanhood throbs. Jennifer nail rakes along hina inner thighs, adding to hina khan agony as her jaws clamp down hard. Hina scream sounds like an air raid siren as Jennifer continues chewing on her womanhood, hands reaching around her thighs and toward her backside. There she reaches two fingers into the crack of her ass and into her sphincter. Her fingers flit and stimulate hina pain and pleasure centers as she alternates between biting her cunny and flicking her tongue up and down along it.
Now it’s Jennifer turn to smirk as she notices the expression on hina face. “I was saying, hina,” she taunts, “you ain’t felt nothin’ yet. It’s gonna be such fun to win this match, and hear you scream in pleasure!”
Before hina can clear her head and mount a retaliation, Jennifer brings her slender legs up, slamming them around hina neck from behind and crossing her ankles. With a sudden violent thrust of her lower body, Jennifer drags hina to her back, squeeeeeeeeeeezing her gams around hina khan throat. As she does this, she pulls hina lower body forward as hina khan is still on her knees, making it close to impossible for her to try scissoring Jennifer neck.
Hina alternates between screaming and moaning as Jennifer continues working her cunny and bum, expertly stimulating hina khan private parts. With the scissors locked on tightly, Jennifer can silence the squirming hina. if hina screams become too much for her ears. “Ever tried erotic asphyxia, hina?” Jennifer taunts hina at the sound of her choked cries. “Having your breathing partially blocked when you come makes the coming so much sweeter...”
Excited by her position of dominance, Jennifer uses her hands to tear away at hina bottoms, shredding the thin material and allowing the pieces to fall over their writhing bodies. “I see you are nice and wet down here,” Jennifer purrs as she goes to work on hina naughty bits again. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....”
Try as she might, hina is unable to escape or attempt a countermeasure, as Jennifer continues her all out assault of biting and stimulating her womanhood... stimulating her butt and scissoring her neck. Hina khan legs are immobilized, and any attempt to free them is rewarded with a sharp bite to hina khan clit. Jennifer has her just where she wants her. Worse, she discovers that her own body is beginning to automatically respond to Jennifer winget erotic manipulations.“Please,” hina squeaks, only now realizing what she’d got herself into.
Coming back was one thing, but coming back without rules and against a master manipulator of both body and mind had been a fatal mistake. Both lower orifices being worked to perfection, the naked hina whimpers between throaty moans. With the threat of Jennifer making her a hot lunch, hina is hesitant to even move, though from her position, Jennifer winget seems to have her tied in knots in any case.
“What can I do?” hina cries.“I don’t know,” Jennifer giggles, giving her tongue a rest, but keeping Jennifer rigid and dutiful with a driving two-finger thrust. “But I can guess it’d be pretty much anything I want you to.” Jennifer swishes inside her, driving a chill down hina spine and building more lubrication for Jennifer winget entries.This wasn’t a fight, hina thought. She could handle a fight. This was so much worse and so much more. She gulps audibly as Jennifer lays a tender kiss on her lower lip, the gulp turning to gasp. Hina feels the warm tickle grow with every heartbeat, hina khan having to consciously deny herself a pelvic thrust to match Jennifer manipulations.“No. I won’t,” she sobs.“Oh,” Jennifer winget whispers, her breathing somewhat ragged from her efforts and her own excitement, “I’m pretty sure you will.”“Unnnnnnggggghhhhhhh nuuuuuuuuungh,” hina khan groans, in a way, agreeing despite herself.
Jennifer scissors falls away as her certainty in hina tidal forces grows. On the mat who knew how things would be decided, but this was her domain and she ruled as queen. Flexing her thighs to prevent hina khan arms from moving, Jennifer withdraws her hands from hina khan derriere and rakes her nails along hina thighs. The nail slashes tear fresh waves of agony through hina lower body as she continues to work her ever-dampening cunny. Together with the immense pleasure Jennifer is giving her, the effect is slowly taking hold of her.
A pleased expression crosses Jennifer face as her nails slash her thighs again and again, progressing toward hina khan tuft of hair between her legs. Plunging her tongue deeper into hina tender recesses, Jennifer begins wrenching hina pubes, twisting left and right. Hina cries of pain and pleasure grow louder, more pronounced. Her body squirms from the persistent sensations. Jennifer flexes her legs again, pressing her thighs and calves into hina khan biceps to hinder their movement.
Hina khan moans, then cries out sharply as Jennifer twists her pubes in between tongue-lashes of her womanhood. Hina body bucks left and right in her exertions to wrench herself from hina clutches. Jennifer responds with another vicious tug at her pubes, and another bite to her clitoris that elicits an agonized mewl from the trapped hina.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.... I’ll do anything.....” hina sobs, her tone of voice suitably pitiful. The sudden change in hina attitude is only fleetingly perplexing to Jennifer winget. ‘Is this a ploy to get me to yield my advantage?’ Jennifer wonders. Is an attack being planned behind that almost too-perfect whimpering? Considering for a second the self-satisfied smirk that was on hina khan face only moments ago, Jennifer tightens her grasp on hina.“Save it,” Jennifer winget intones. “I doubt a woman as cocky as yourself would be reduced to begging for mercy so easily; not after all we’ve been through together. You’re faking.”
Jennifer returns to her combined assault and stimulation of hina inflamed womanhood, determined to press onward. A few moments later, she pulls her legs from hina arms, re-establishing the scissors she had had around her neck earlier on.“On the other hand,” she adds, with a sweet yet sinister smile surfacing on her face, “that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m not generous. I’m still willing to show you how ecstatic it is to cum with only minimal amounts of oxygen.... just enough to keep breathing, and perhaps to scream with release....”
Jennifer releases her pussy pincers long enough to insert her darting tongue once more and hina uses the exchange for a last-ditch effort.“You like it so much,” hina grunts, her voice raspy. “Why don’t I show you?”Kicking her legs up, she wraps them around Jennifer winget cheeks and temples. Clamping on her ravaged, welted, thighs, hina flexes every iota of strength remaining, knowing full well she’d pay the price for showing any fight. Jennifer had read her like a book so far, but that didn’t mean she knew the final chapter.Her vision starting to blur from Jennifer continued scissors, hina prays that her other senses will likewise be dulled when the inevitable…“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Hina wails as her foe turns from tongue and lips to piercing pearlies once more, clamping on to her sex like a jungle cat feasting on its prey. If Jennifer is deterred by her straining gams, it’s slow to show. Hina clings to hope. It couldn’t be easy to breathe, giving her vagina mouth to mouth while compressed by the sinewy strands in her upper legs. Hina begins to hyperventilate and lets loose with another shrill shriek.“She’s hurting. She’s hurting,” hina gasps, desperate to convince herself there’s a point to holding on, to not giving what Jennifer wanted.
Then, she sees it. Jennifer hands, instead of prying at hina legs, trying to get back in, start to flutter and flail. They pound and slap against the outside of hina khan legs instead. Hina screams once more, but this time there is a hint of a growl down low, underneath. Jennifer had been right again. She wasn’t ready to give in, but perhaps the arrogant bitch had been TOO right and she’d now get hers.
“Give, you fucking cunt! GIVE!!!” Jennifer wills hina khan. Slapping hina thighs with decreasing energy, she retracts her legs and kicks them out again, squeezing tighter. As her teeth remain embedded in hina womanhood, hina persists in compressing Jennifer head, crushing her cheeks and temples with thrumming thighs. Jennifer feels as if her head is about to burst from the constant pressure.
Soon her jaws unhinge from hina crotch as she lets out a long wail of pain, yet she refuses to release her scissors around hina neck even as her slaps to hina thighs grow weaker. Again her legs contract and kick, wrenching another groan from hina. Jennifer teeth are clenched from the pain of hina thighs; a series of quick, low grunts emanate from Jennifer throat as hina scissors continue to converge around her head. Her face is in the process of turning as red as hina pours on the pressure.
The slaps to her thighs remain consistent in their frequency, but lessen in impact as time goes on. This encourages hina to squeeze tighter still, sensing a chance to turn the fight around before she falls to Jennifer strength.
“She’s hurting... she’s hurting...” Jennifer hears hina still growling to herself through the blood rushing in her ears.“Not as much as you’re gonna be,” Jennifer growls back through her clenched jaw, defiant as ever, as the contest of thigh power continues.
While hina seems to have the firmer grip on Jennifer neck, her scissors being applied from above Jennifer winget heaving chest, Jennifer has more leverage to maintain her scissors since her back and derriere are in contact with the floor. Perhaps Jennifer could capitalize on this if she wanted to see the fight through to the end she was after. Coughing and gagging from the tight leglock around her head, Jennifer begins to torque her slender body left and right, trying to topple hina from her supposed position of dominance. Her compressing legs jerk convulsively around hina neck after hina khan tightens her scissors, drawing a long, agonized choking gasp from her.
“GAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ffffffuuuucccccccck you Jennifer...” the rest degenerates into an indecipherable stream of words as Jennifer winget crushes hina windpipe for all she’s worth.“On the contrary, hina.... GACCCCK!....... fucck... GACCCCCCCK!.... YOU.... “ Jennifer winget returns, the defiance and determination in her tone considerable.
The chorus of gagging and choking noises from both combatants is fast reaching a fever pitch as Jennifer fights to roll hina into a position of lesser advantage, and hina struggles to stay right where she is, on top of Jennifer, squeezing all the breath from Jennifer winget. Responding to each sudden jerk to the side from Jennifer, hina fights to right herself so as to remain atop her rival. Jennifer winget resolve to escape this predicament is unmoved, however, and her vicious side-to-side jerks somehow increase in inertia.
Almost impossibly, Jennifer manages to roll onto her right side as both women maintain their brutal scissors, dragging hina to her left side. Hina fights desperately to keep her scissors locked around Jennifer, to keep her thighs pressing into Jennifer winget ever-reddening face, even as Jennifer begins to work her head lower into the leglock. An instant later hina screams piercingly as Jennifer teeth embed themselves into her upper thigh, chewing as if Jennifer winget life depends on it.
Screaming like a firebell, hina struggles to keep the scissors around Jennifer neck for what seems an eternity, but Jennifer won’t be denied as she redoubles her efforts to force the leglock open. Hina suspects she has found herself in deep trouble as her legs finally loosen and come apart from around Jennifer head.
Fighting to stay conscious without hyperventilating as she sucks in much needed oxygen, Jennifer rolls hina onto her back. Positioning herself so she is out of range of hina wildly kicking legs, Jennifer props herself by her right elbow and pours on the pressure, stretching her legs, clamping thighs choking the remaining fight from her.Holding hina between her clamping legs for what seems an eternity forever, Jennifer purrs, “Does that feel good?”“FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCK YOU...” hina half-screams, half-chokes, nails attempting unsuccessfully to pry Jennifer winget thighs apart.
“I suppose I should take that as a ‘no’,” Jennifer taunts her rival. “But I have something in mind that might make you reconsider, unless you lose all control first!” With that, Jennifer rolls hina facedown on the carpet while her legs are still wrapped tightly around hina khan neck. Pressing her calves into hina throat, Jennifer grinds her into the carpet so there is no way she can launch a counter-offensive. This done, Jennifer leans toward her naked backside and exposed womanhood.
Parting hina thighs, Jennifer proceeds to bump and grind her breasts into hina cunny, covering every nook and cranny. Hina gasps from the waves of pleasure that overtake her body at the first sensations of Jennifer stimulating her this way, prompting Jennifer to smile.
“Just ride it out, honey,” she purrs. “It shouldn’t be long now...”
Her body failing her, hina sobs in dismay, that is, between uncontrollable throaty groans. She had felt Jennifer will melting like a cherry popsicle on a mid-summer day. But somehow, Jennifer winget responded and grasped control once more. And this was a control like no other, hina biting her pouting upper lip, sighing and panting. Whatever was going on below, it was intoxicating, soft warm skin fit snugly against her inflamed pussy, the supple tissue a tender caress urging her forward.
“BITCH!” hina screams, realizing Jennifer despicably clever change in tactics.
Hina khan reaches behind her in order to find something, anything, but can reach only the straining slender thighs of her tormentor. She scratches at the silky stems, but this only seems to draw a further pulse of strength from the legs, Jennifer calves compressing around either side of her neck, slowing the jugular flows to her brain. Slowly but surely, hina weakly thrashing arms fall to the carpet, the only movement left, two sets of fingers clenching at the fibers.
Hina khan pelvis thrusts disobediently toward Jennifer continued ministrations, the raised ivory butt cheeks and cunny drawing an evil grin from Jennifer, Jennifer winget knowing the softly pumping pale ass is a sign that hina has lost this contest of physical strength, mental trickery and sexual stimulation. And they both seem to know it.
“Got something to say, sweetheart?” Jennifer asks sarcastically as she continues to grind her tits between the spread legs of her almost-vanquished rival. “Well, let’s hear it!” Jennifer halts for a moment, hina gulping, a droplet of sweat hanging from the tip of her nose.“I…I…” h you stammers. Jennifer winget fingers walk over hina sex, red and moist, tips sinking inside. Jennifer drops her bosom back on top and giggles as she grinds anew. “I GIVE. I FUCK’N G-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-IVE,” hina howls, eyes rolling back in her head as she desperately tries to deny Jennifer the ultimate satisfaction.“You’re not getting off that easy, hina,” Jennifer purrs. “Remember: we agreed before we started. We fight until one of us comes. And from the looks of it, that ‘one of us’ is going to be you...”
Tightening the scissors around hina throat then, Jennifer intensifies her stimulations, grinding her breasts into the squirming hina womanhood. The friction on her cunny combined with the lack of oxygen to her breathing has an effect on hina much like Jennifer had described earlier in their match. Having her air cut off seems to increase the raw pleasure being given her by Jennifer winget, as all her other senses are on full alert. And still Jennifer tightens the leglock around her throat while rubbing and grinding her breasts into her inflamed, ever-dampening womanhood. Slowly, but surely, hina can feel the onset of an orgasm coming on as Jennifer persists in pursuing her hard-fought victory..
When she comes, her entire body stiffens from her torso to her toes and she screams her throat raw through the tight leg scissors Jennifer has clamped on her. Hearing the scream from the defeated hina, knowing she has won the match, Jennifer releases the scissors from hina throat and removing her breasts from hina loins. But the fight itself is not quite over. Rolling hina onto her back, Jennifer quickly slams a figure four scissors around her throat, tucking her right calf firmly behind her left knee and fiercely compressing her windpipe.
Gasping, hina claws the thighs cutting off her air, but to no avail. Hina had expended most of her energy during the match, and in the wake of her orgasm she is almost completely spent by now. All she can do now is try to continue breathing for as long as she could before Jennifer sent her off to dreamland. Jennifer pushes her right calf into hina windpipe, grabbing her foot and pulling the scissors tighter. Hina face turns red as Jennifer had been earlier.
Almost desperate to escape the devastating scissors, hina rakes Jennifer thighs and calves with her fingernails, leaving bright scratches and even drawing miniscule drops of blood along the way. If hina thinks this will deter Jennifer from choking her out with her legs, a tighter squeeze of the figure four tells her otherwise. Jennifer chokes on, determined to make her pass out. Jennifer can feel hina khan energy slipping away with each passing second, and knows hina khan will passing out at any given moment now.
Pulling the figure four tighter still, Jennifer cinches her calf under hina chin, gritting her teeth as hina fingernails leave fresh red scratches across the smooth skin of her thighs, drawing a few more droplets of blood that pool around the scratches and begin to drip down her legs. In spite of the pain her nails cause her, Jennifer hears hina labored gasping grow hoarse as she fights for breath. The verbal submission had been enough for Jennifer making her pass out is simply a matter of course.
Groaning as hina nails assault her soft thighs yet again, Jennifer tightens the figure four with a loud grunt. To convince hina to cease the persistent scratching of her legs, Jennifer winget reaches over and places one hand over hina khan mouth. The other pinches her nostrils shut, cutting off all her air. Hina eyes bug wide open as Jennifer does this, but Jennifer winget removes her hands after a few tense moments, staring down hard into hina eyes.“Don’t do that again!” she warns hina about scratching her legs.
Hina passed out a few minutes later. Hina khan had held on as long as she could, which impressed Jennifer winget, but in the end Jennifer persistence had won the fight. But before hina had succumbed to the power of Jennifer legs, hina khan forced herself to open her mouth with the final vestiges of her strength. At first Jennifer thought this was due to the lack of air, but hina mouth reflexively closed each time she tried to open it. It was then that Jennifer realized that hina was trying to form words.“N…Ne…” was all hina could force out, her voice rasping, choking, and gritty, “Next time I’ll be the one to make you come and pass out, then you will be MY sex toy!”
As soon as she had pushed those words past her lips, hina slumped and went limp in Jennifer legs. She was completely and utterly out cold. Exulting in having outwrestled hina, Jennifer contemplated the promise hina khan made to her before drifting off night-night. In a no-rules catfight where anything and everything was allowed, the idea of both of them going into it to make the other come first was something that interested Jennifer very much, most of all when her opponent was just as much the type to throw fair play to the wind as she, from what she had heard.
Jennifer withdrew her legs from the unconscious hina who lay there like a sack of wet laundry. Looking down at her, she placed a foot on hina bare chest in victory, whispering. “Maybe it will turn out that way, and maybe it won’t... But for now, I intend to take my prize, and show you a few things about what a Jennifer winget a wildcat can do to a hot little '. hina in the sack!” Still naked, she grabs the unconscious hina by the hair and drags her into the bedroom. Coming back into the living room to retrieve the remnants of their attire, guessing they’re still fit to tie a passed out woman with, Jennifer heads back into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her... Jennifer winget grab hina pulls her up hina thorow her to bed the Jennifer see rubber cook in near the bed she grab the cook Jennifer got up to bed and start to fuck hina suddenly hina wake up in pain she screams like in a animal hina tried to fights back by putting her fingers in Jennifer pussy Jennifer screams in pain Jennifer fuck hina so hard she burst in orgasmed and pass out Jennifer left the house Victories .
Jennifer winget win.
Jennifer winget was just divorce. Jennifer was extremely depressed her husband left her for a hotter and richer women. Jennifer winget was a hot independent women she decided to get her life back she start to work again Jennifer need to lose same weight Jennifer decided to go to the gym to lose some weight Jennifer went into the most expensive private gym in Mumbai Jennifer enter the room it is a private room exercise . 2 months of exercising Jennifer got her body back. one day Jennifer wanted suddenly started raining heavily the road floor was flooded Jennifer was enter the gym nobody was there Jennifer decided she should women in the gym and exercised until water comes down Jennifer want to the private room and saw there is a another woman it was hina khan she and hina both where happy to see each other started talking for a while then they started to exercise both Jennifer and hina took off their jackets the start left weight both look at each other hot body with lust both Jennifer and hina sweater heavily both off their clothes where wet hina look around the gym and try to find somebody but the gym was empty hina look back and see Jennifer winget took off t-shirt and unzip her pants and thorow at way Jennifer was just in a bra and panty hina surprised to see her in this state hina said have you no shame Jennifer said I am a Christian not a '. like haring this hina took off for t-shirt and unzipper her pants and throw it away both Jennifer and hina Ware in lingerie both were sweetie both looking at each other with lust hina said we should get back to exercising both couldn't get they are eys off of each other hot body. Jennifer winget was doing yoga hina surprisingly took off her lingerie and throw at a way hina said it hot hear Jennifer seductively unhook her bra and throw then she seductively took off her panties and towed away both Jennifer and hina Ware nude . Both couldn't stand each other in this condition hina said do you have a problem BITCH Jennifer said yes I do it's you I cannot stand you're present both were looking at each other with hate Jennifer for a while she had a desire to destroy hina.hina also had a desire to fuck Jennifer . Both Jennifer and hina attack each other enter into a taste strength both tried to push the other back against the wall but couldn't both we're equal in strength both Jennifer and hina wipe their hands around their back enter into a bear hug both Jennifer and hina squeeze the other tight as possible there sweetie body slam in to each other they are hard body dipped in sweat started to make the floor of the gym wet with their sweat both Jennifer and hina started to use their nails to scratch their backs with one hand and grab their hair and pull with other hand both Jennifer and hina was in lot of pain. Both Jennifer and hina scream in pain both started to finger each others assholes and try to make the other cum suddenly both Jennifer and hina burst in orgasmed both collapsed in the floor . both were exhausted both hear the rain has stopped both Jennifer and hina got up put their clothes back on hina khan said both of us should settle this some other day Jennifer said you're right we should go back to our homes hina said I will call you and arrange our next fight both left next week hina call Jennifer said I am ready for the catfight Jennifer said I was waiting for this hina said come to my apartment
Jennifer winget came to the apartment where hina khan is waiting for her to arrive. Jennifer is wearing a long, shiny black overcoat that reaches down to her ankles, and high heel. Reaching the door to the apartment, she rings the doorbell, waiting to see if someone will open it . After a few moments the door unlocks and open, revealing hina khan wearing a long white satin skirt and matching top. Hina smiles as she sees Jennifer, the look on her face betraying her eagerness to get started.
Retuning her smile just a little, Jennifer slithers her way past hina and walks into the room. she opens her overcoat and lets it fall to the floor as she snakes into the living room, revealing the black lingerie underwear she wore for their catfight. Hina closes the door, pulling a key from her top and locks it. Tossing the key into a far corner of the room, leaving no opportunity for escape, hina khan slowly approaches Jennifer.
Jennifer winget and hina khan stare each other down in the living room. A few moments pass before Jennifer addresses her opponent“I see how much you’re looking forward to getting it on,” she purrs seductively. “I am, too, but I’ll give you the first move to see what you’re made of,” she adds, running both hands along her slender body as if inviting hina to attack.
'. hina khan smiles, her eyes following Jennifer hands. “You’re so gracious,” hina says, running her thumbs and forefingers around the waistband of her skirt, then peeling it down to her ankles and kicking it away to leave her in slight white satin panties and a frilly, diaphanous top that’s just opaque enough to leave the imagination in play, but too tight and dipping too low to give the impression anything is beneath it. Stepping close enough to Jennifer that their bodies are almost touching, she stares Jennifer in the eyes. “We can start as soon as you’re ready.
Jennifer moves a little closer to her rival, lightly brushing her boobs against hina. “Before we do,” Jennifer winget offers. “Why don’t we up the stakes a little?” Although her tone of voice already seemed to imply much more.
“Exactly what do you mean by upping the stakes?” hina inquires of her.“Well,” Jennifer explains, her voice dripping with anticipation, “instead of one of us winning by forcing a submission, why don’t we have a win-by-orgasm match? In other words, I make you come before you can make me come, I win. Oh, and after that, the loser becomes the winner’s sexual toy for the night.”
The idea, while unexpected, is intriguing to hina. After a moment’s consideration, she agrees. “OK, you’re on. I’m looking forward to seeing your face when I fuck you into defeat.”“We’ll see about that,” Jennifer coos, delighted that hina accepted her offer. She watches as hina steps back a foot or two, never diverting her gaze from Jennifer winget eyes.“Everything’s in play, ,” hina says. “If you see it, go ahead and use it, ‘cause you know I won’t give it a second thought.
Hina motions with one hand around the living room, expecting Jennifer attention to be diverted. Knowing how hina means to begin the match, she feigns taking the bait, following the direction of her outstretched arm with her eyes. As hina accepts Jennifer invitation by surging forward and grabbing for Jennifer winget by the locks, Jennifer quickly thrusts up her arm to block the incoming hand, then slaps the unsuspecting hina across the face.
Hina, annoyed that she failed to catch Jennifer off guard before the contest even commenced, hina reaches for her hair with both hands. Slipping her fingers into Jennifer hair, she shakes Jennifer head from side to side. Pulling Jennifer into a headlock, the blonde twists Jennifer neck while keeping a tight grip on her hair.“Pretty good first move, eh Jennifer?” hina taunts Jennifer with an amused lilt, watching Jennifer winget choke from the tight arm gripping her head. “However, it’s the second, third, fourth, and fifth, you better worry about.”
Though she was gagging from the tight headlock, encouraging hina khan to squeeze tighter, Jennifer was still delighted that hina had gone for the bait she set up for her so willingly. The trap had worked perfectly. Allowing hina khan to think she was in control of the situation, she began coughing louder and slapping at hina khan arms with a series of diminishing impacts. The coughing sounds soon began to merge with hoarse gasps for air. Hearing this, hina flexed her arms and tightened the headlock even more, sensing Jennifer was weakening early and this match would be a cinch.
Wrenching the headlock brutally, hina continues to yank Jennifer hair, pulling Jennifer winget further into her side, pushing her face into the side of her boob. Jennifer appears to sink to her knees little by little, prompting an amused chuckle from the dominant hina. Pleased, hina chuckles lowly to herself as she watches Jennifer predicament increase. Jennifer choked grunting soon degenerates to choked wheezing, as Jennifer winget deteriorating arm slaps grow weaker... weaker...
Then, without warning, Jennifer balls her hand into a fist and slams it into hina unsuspecting belly, knocking the breath from hina khan before she is aware of what is happening. In the crucial moments that follow, Jennifer curls her fingers, raking them harshly across hina soft, yielding stomach in a quick, brutal succession of three strokes.
Hina khan gasps from the sensation of Jennifer nails slashing across her belly, Jennifer winget wraps both arms around her waist, grips her wrist with her other hand and squeezes powerfully. Hina gasps in pain as Jennifer works both sides of her ribcage, tightening the bearhug with each passing moment. Grinding her ribcage on her other side with her clenched fists, Jennifer pulls hina into her body, pushing her shoulder into the side of her ribcage closest to her.
Leaning into the arm crossing her throat, Jennifer sinks her teeth deep into it, causing hina cry out as the headlock loosens and falls away. Moving with the speed of a striking cobra, Jennifer shifts position and slides in front of hina, quickly wrapping her arms around hina khan waist. Bear hugging hina from the front, her hands pressing into hina khan back, Jennifer concentrates the strength in her deceptively waif-like body into crushing her ribcage.
Holding that position for a few more drawn out moments, delighting in the pained groans she forces from her crushed adversary, Jennifer uncoils her arms from hina khan body, releasing the tight bearhug. Before hina khan can get respite, Jennifer twists her fingers into claws and slashes her fingernails hard across her back. Hina cries out sharply as Jennifer nails drag across her skin. The slashes feel like someone just dragged razor blades dipped in flame across her back.
Using her nails to slash hina back a second time, Jennifer switches direction, working her way up to hina locks and burying her fingers there. Yanking hina head back with vicious suddenness once she has a firm grip, Jennifer yanks her head forward while she darts to the side, slipping a foot around hina ankle and flipping her to the rug. Jumping on her and gbangvining her legs, Jennifer wrenches her hair with one hand while the other claws her face.“I think you’re the one who should be worried,” purrs Jennifer pinning hina arms to the carpet, suppressing hina thrashing legs by flexing her own and tightening the gbangvine, “seeing how easily I fooled you so early in our fight!”
Hina bucks with all her might, thrusting her pelvis upward to build some space between her and Jennifer. Next, her backside pushes against the carpet, her body shimmying to twelve o’clock. But with Jennifer slender, alabaster lower limbs snaking around hers, Jennifer winget stays right with her. Sighing while their bare bellies grind together, then flexing her thigh muscles to hold hina khan in place, Jennifer grins down at hina, pink tongue poking between perfect pearlies. Grabbing hina golden locks again, Jennifer throws hina head down against the rug, hina khan grimacing and reaching for her the back of her skull with one hand while trying to control Jennifer free hand with the other.“You’re in over your head, sweetheart,” Jennifer intones softly, still licking her lips.
Hina knew she was in danger. Throwing Jennifer free right hand away from her face, hina khan reaches up to rake at Jennifer winget eyes, but Jennifer was far ahead of her again. Jennifer, having released her grip on hina hair, blocks the effort with her left hand. Grabbing hina wrists, she pins them to the floor. She moves in close, nearly nosetip to nosetip, a inch away from Eskimo first base.“Don’t tell me you’re this easy,” Jennifer taunts her again, flicking her tongue across hina lips.
Hina flicks her tongue to symbolically meet Jennifer, then grits her teeth in pain as Jennifer winget moves her head out of range and raises up to maintain the gbangvine, unsuccessfully trying to free her legs. Only one chance left. Suddenly, hina khan forehead shoots up and conks Jennifer on the brow. Realizing her maneuver Jennifer winget, hina follows it up with another butt to the bridge of Jennifer nose. The sound it causes reverberates off the walls.
Jennifer winget reflexively releases her handholds to protect her face, hina uses the opportunity to drive a short clipping right to her kidney, then another, and another. Hina was still tied up downstairs with Jennifer stubborn gbangvines, but hina khan had enough slack around her torso to rotate off her back and lean on her left elbow, Jennifer doing the same on her right, the women on their opposite sides. Hina slaps Jennifer face for good measure as she moves to strike.
Realizing that hina has undermined her advantage, Jennifer withdraws her limbs from the gbangvine to keep herself from flopping onto the carpet and becoming an easier target for hina khan. Pushing herself up by her elbow, hina slaps Jennifer face again, then returns to hammering on Jennifer kidney with her right fist, enjoying the grunts of pain the blows elicit from Jennifer. Jennifer tightens her stomach muscles to lessen the blows, but hina just pounds harder
Feeling the ache in her kidney rising as hina keeps whaling her there, Jennifer reaches out and kock hina’s left arm out from under her, ramming the heel of her left foot into hina soft stomach as hard as she could at the same instant. Hina stopped from landing another punch to Jennifer kidneys while her fist is in mid-air, grunts as the breath is knocked out of her, then grunts again as Jennifer heel slams into her stomach a second time, kicking her onto her back.“How did that feel, bitch?” Jennifer snarls as hina massages her stomach and gasps for breath. “Let’s just see how easily you breathe when I do this...”
Pressing her retaliation as she finishes, Jennifer snakes her left leg across hina stomach as her right pushes its way under her back, crossing her ankles and establishing a tight scissors. Stretching her legs to apply fierce pressure, Jennifer suppresses the groaning hina squirming with a powerful compression of her legs. As Jennifer maintains the scissors, hungrily crushing hina khan body with her thighs, she uses her left hand to rake her breasts through her top.
Seeing that one of these rakes dislodged the thin fabric halfway from hina body in the process, Jennifer punctuates the move with another powerful leg compression around hina waist, causing hina body to jackknife. Jennifer rakes her nails along hina breasts again, tearing her top completely off this time. As hina fights to escape Jennifer winget clutches, Jennifer gives her a tighter squeeze of her legs, forcing hina pained body to jackknife again
Shifting her position as hina jackknifes from the compression of her legs, Jennifer slithers behind hina khan bending her legs at the knees as she scissors her waist again. Using a free hand to assault her breasts with vicious rakes and scratches, Jennifer strangles hina with her own top, wrapping the material around her throat, bunching it up behind her neck and pulling, shaking hina head back and forth as her thighs compress hina khan tighter and tighter.
Grunting, gagging and crying out in agony from the triple assault, hina rakes her nails along the thighs crossing her midsection. At first this prompts Jennifer winget to rake harder and squeeze tighter, but hina pushes her fingers under Jennifer thigh, where it meets hina sides. Finding purchase, hina tears and gouges at the thigh pressing into her, trying to pry the scissors open. Jennifer responds by kicking her legs as far as they can go, crushing the squirming hina between them.
Gagging louder as Jennifer pulls tighter on the material around her windpipe, choking off more and more air, hina uses her other hand to scratch and rake Jennifer thighs, seeking out the sensitive muscle behind Jennifer legs and clamping down with her fingernails. This eventually forces Jennifer winget to release the scissors around hina waist, but not before Jennifer steels herself and twists hina top with both hands, tightening her grip and throttling her with the fabric.
Her face turning as red. hina reaches behind her, grabs Jennifer tresses with both her hands and is somehow able to flip Jennifer winget head over heels, sending her crashing to the carpet with a loud, resounding THUD. The sudden movement is enough to knock the wind from Jennifer, who lays there gasping for breath. Moving forward to build on her retaliation, hina sees stars when Jennifer suddenly lashes out with her foot, catching the advancing hina with an unexpected kick to the forehead.
Rolling to her hands and knees as hina fights to regain her bearings and shake the cobwebs loose, Jennifer arches her backside in the air. Next thing hina knows, Jennifer is springing at her, grabbing her around the torso and knocking her to the carpet. Straddling her and grabbing her breasts with both hands, Jennifer twists and pulls, leaning in to sink her teeth into one of them, jaws clamping on her nipple.
With a scream, hina reaches around Jennifer body, grabbing hold of her top where it clasps at the back, tearing it from her body in a smooth, swift motion. Flinging it across the room, hina slashes her nails violently across Jennifer winget back, working her way to Jennifer ass. Reaching it, hina digs her nails in, applying a firm grasp. Jennifer bites harder into her nipple, twisting and pulling with wild abandon, hina rakes and claws Jennifer ass in sharp motions.“Get your fucking teeth out of my tit!” hina screams, enraged at Jennifer extreme tactics. Jennifer does, but only to snarl in defiance, “I’ll tear them from your body and hang them on my bedroom wall!”
As if determined to make good on her words, Jennifer returns to clawing and biting at hina boobs, not letting up in the slightest. Screaming, hina response is to buck her hips and roll Jennifer under her, raking her nails upward along Jennifer back in the process. Grabbing hold of Jennifer hair after she straddles Jennifer winget. Hina twists and pulls the caught locks every which way, digging her nails into Jennifer eyes in an effort to force Jennifer to release her breast.
Howling from the intrusion, Jennifer slap-claws hina face with both hands, prompting hina to respond in kind. Next thing either of them know, they are furiously slapping each other’s faces and slashing each other’s flesh, twisting and rolling around the room like enraged leopardesses. Screaming louder still, Jennifer rakes her nails across hina eyes, grabbing her hair with one hand as she sticks her fingers one each in her nostrils with the other. Immediately Jennifer takes to wrenching and pulling hina nose in an uncomfortable angle as her other hand wrenches and pulls her hair.
Screaming as Jennifer flips on top of her, hina wraps her legs around Jennifer midsection, wrapping her arms around Jennifer winget slender torso as she rolls Jennifer winget underneath her. As Jennifer rakes hina back in response, hina digs her nails into Jennifer butt cheeks. Uttering a long grunt, Jennifer does the same to hina ass cheeks, pushing her fingers under hina panties and into the crack underneath. Letting loose with a long, loud cry of pain as Jennifer works her crack, hina reaches her fingers toward Jennifer womanhood, pushing her fingers under Jennifer bottom.
Curling her fingers, hina traces five stilettos up the valley between Jennifer winget cheeks. Jennifer whimpers in protest but swallows much of the searing pain, determined to show hina who could take more, knowing full well she could give it. Hina full, pouting lips quivered open wide to wail in pain in response to Jennifer maneuverings.
But even as she let pain overcome her vocal cords, hina khan left hand slips down the front of Jennifer black, Jennifer face growing paler than it already was. Her assaults momentarily vanish as hina sinks her nails into the tender tissue, squeezing and scbanging and clawing at Jennifer cunny.“YOU BITCH!” Jennifer screams. “AHHHHHNNNGH!”
“You go low; I’ll go lower,” hina hisses between gritted teeth as she pulls her opposite hand from Jennifer’ glutteal cleavage, instead circling the front of Jennifer throat between her thumb and forefinger, contracting Jennifer windpipe even as she maintained the choking grasp of her crotch. Jennifer eyes bulge and she gasps for air, her hands encircle hina wrist to try and remove the most pressing concern.
With a heaving push, Jennifer extricates hina wriggling digits from beneath her panties and between her legs, a couple of curly auburn hairs poking from beneath hina manicure. Smashing a punishing palm into one of hina khan bare breasts, she flattens the Brest into a fleshy pancake, eliciting a pained grunt. An already leaning hina loses her balance completely, tumbling to the side; Jennifer quickly takes the opportunity to pry free of hina legs.
Uncomfortably, she pushes to her feet and gathers some breathing room, rubbing some welts on her ivory backside with one hand and tending to some front yard gardening with her other. With slightly bowed legs, she turns back to find hina.“You are so…uuuunnnnnnnnngh!”
Hina, waiting on her back, had thrust a foot up into Jennifer mound, instantly doubling her over, Jennifer ruby lips curling into a breathless ‘O’ as she raises to tiptoes. Hina grins around heavy breaths, her pooled breasts heaving, as she draws in deep pulls of oxygen.
“Second verse,” hina mocks, right leg A pulling from slot B and pistoning back for another go. “Same as the first.”
The slender, abbreviated stem flies forward again, but Jennifer finds the wherewithal to snag it before it can find its target. Angrily, hina sends her left leg hurtling toward the dark triangular patch of cloth covering Jennifer womanhood, but again Jennifer winget makes the interception, deflecting the blow, then grabbing hina around either ankle before pulling the wishbone wide. The frustration in hina khan eyes instantaneously turns to fear, hina waving her hands and desperately shaking her head as an evil little smirk again parts Jennifer lips.
You went low first, unless you forgot,” Jennifer growls. “However, I will spare your slit for the time being.” That being said, Jennifer flips hina onto her stomach, flattening and pressing her breasts hard into the soft carpet. Still holding on to hina ankles, Jennifer bends her legs at the knees as she fits her ankles under her armpits. Moving quickly forward and sitting on hina back, the incensed Jennifer stretches her limbs towards her head. Trapped and unable to escape, hina howls in agony as her limbs are curled agonizingly in the opposite direction.“Oh, don’t cry, hina,” Jennifer taunts her, stretching her legs further, “it doesn’t hurt that bad. Besides, I have other plans for your snatch once this is over... so many plans, you won’t know where I get the energy from...”
Letting those words linger in the air, Jennifer continues working hina limbs, wrenching and pulling as hina khan slaps the carpet, crying out as her thigh muscles are stretched and every nerve vibrates from the strain. Pushing herself up by her hands, hina finds herself forced to the carpet again as Jennifer pulls harder on her legs, placing more strain on her thighs and lower back. Bouncing on hina back to increase the pressure, Jennifer leans forward, remorselessly grinding hina breasts into the carpet, twisting her ankles. Hina cries grow progressively louder as her boobs are mashed painfully beneath her and her legs are wrenched numb.
“My tits - AAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! LEGGO, BITTCH!” hina finally screams as Jennifer continues mashing her into the floor. Growing desperate, she writhes left and right to escape Jennifer clutches, prompting Jennifer to bend her legs farther backward, bouncing harder to increase the strain she is exerting on her thigh and back muscles.
“Not nice to call me names,” Jennifer coos, delighted at the pain she’s inflicting on her rival. “Especially when I can keep this up for as long as I want to...” To demonstrate this point, Jennifer stretches her opponent’s legs farther still, twisting them at the ankles and bouncing on her back with greater enthusiasm. The pressure on hina thighs and back is considerable as Jennifer indefinitely maintains the pain.“If you think this feels good, you ain’t felt nothin’ yet...” Jennifer taunts hina said you '. are on Mach for Christian.
Satisfied that she has exerted enough pressure on her rival’s legs, Jennifer releases them, letting them fall to the carpet behind her. Moving quickly forward, she grabs hina hair, dragging her to her knees while she rises to her feet. Standing with one leg on either side of her opponent’s head, Jennifer pulls hina between her thighs by her hair, pressing her inner thighs against her cheeks and applying inexorable pressure.
Seeing hina firmly trapped in the standing headscissors, Jennifer winget gouges and tears at hina khan eyes as her other hand plunges two fingers up her nostrils again, twisting and pulling her inflamed nose in seemingly impossible directions. Hina screams are louder than Jennifer had anticipated as Jennifer works her without mercy. In an effort to suppress her cries, Jennifer parts her thighs a couple inches and then thrusts them closed around hina head.
Jennifer repeats the maneuver again... and again... and again, her inner thighs ramming hina ears repeatedly as her fingers work hina eyes and nose.The physical torment seems to go on forever until hina suddenly grabs Jennifer ankles with both hands, yanking backward and causing Jennifer to lose her balance. Jennifer cries out in shocked surprise as she pitches forward, colliding face first into the carpet where she lays, disoriented and motionless.
Crawling toward Jennifer while she regains her bearings, hina drags her nails downward along Jennifer back, prompting an enraged mewling sound from the hellcat.Having reached for Jennifer hair, hina is pulling her to her knees when Jennifer suddenly twists around and lashes out with a sharp fingernail slash across her eyes, followed by another nail slash hina eyes with her other hand. Jennifer presses on as hina backs away, covering her face.
The fingernail slash across hina bare breasts causes hina to gasp and suck in breath as Jennifer knocks her to the carpet, advancing on her with her fingers twisted into claws. Driving a knee into Jennifer crotch when Jennifer winget is almost upon her, hina quickly wraps her legs around Jennifer midsection, crossing her ankles and squeezing with all her might.
Jennifer grunts from the tight compressions, then lowers her head to bite into the invitingly bare breasts in front of her face. Screaming, hina reaches over to work her fingers into the space between Jennifer butt cheeks, digging a finger in and tearing at Jennifer winget down there as her other fingers scratch and claw between Jennifer cheeks, Jennifer lifts her head from hina breast and cries in raw agony, but there also seems to be some sort of arousal at the intrusion.
Before hina can react Jennifer leans in to bite into hina breast a second time, this time flicking her wet tongue around her engorged nipple. Jennifer continues this until hina steeps up her retaliation. There is something about the sight of Jennifer throwing her head back to cry out that hina finds oddly exciting.“It’s been awhile hasn’t it, Jennifer,” hina laughs, delighting in the agony she’s creating in both her physical abuse and the control she seems to be gathering.
Jennifer back arches fitfully and she chirps upon hina continued excursions around and into her tender tissue. Making the beauty her hand puppet hadn’t been the plan, but whatever worked is whatever hina is willing to do. With the waist scissors cinched in place, hina pulls Jennifer back on top of her, forcing body against body. Withdrawing her digits from Jennifer inner sanctum, she cups both hands behind Jennifer head and the auburn mane that flows from it.
“You like the taste so much, how about a second helping.”The face of a wide-eyed Jennifer is swept down into the considerable cleavage, hina forcing Jennifer in, then spinning on top so she can use gravity to seal Jennifer winget in a landslide of molten, salty, satiny flesh.“Ummmmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhhhh.”
Jennifer muffled protests vibrate against her tits, the soft pulls for breath causing hina goosebumps. But this was no time for distractions. Fun could come later. Still force-feeding from behind, she keeps Jennifer wedged in and air-tight, hina face shifting from side to side to avoid Jennifer flailing arms, at the end of which were ten talons of which hina khan is intimately familiar.“Just breathe in, bitch. Keep it... CUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Hina is cut off mid sentence, a darting, flitting tongue emerging to travel across her globes, Jennifer head finding some wiggle room the more distracted hina khan becomes. Hina pulls her breasts off ever so slightly to regain a little focus in the task at hand, but in doing so, Jennifer flawless, if greasy, features appear for the first time in a couple dozen seconds. She desperately sucks in a breath and tries to get her hands between hina jugs of mass destruction and her suddenly less than confident countenance.
Jennifer successfully tears into the underside of Jennifer bosom, but Jennifer quickly relieves the pressure, forcing Jennifer arms wide with a grip on each wrist. Hina lowers upon her victim once more, perky Brest tear dropping slightly as they brush against Jennifer cheeks.
“Stupid cow,” Jennifer protests, her head now able to shift to the side and avoid the full blossom of the bare mammaries. She spits out hina invading tissue from the corner of her mouth.“Isn’t this so much better,” hina coos. “So much better than your slashing and tearing and twisting. I’d kick your ass that way too, but this is so much more relaxing.”
Hina is doing anything but, all four limbs straining to keep Jennifer at bay, Jennifer winget slender legs kicking high in the air to dislodge her rider. Hina body slides further up Jennifer with every buck, her breasts even with Jennifer brow, then forehead, then flaming locks.
At first, hina tries to put herself in reverse, but finally gives in. While her smother is being forced up and out of play, her scissors is still making its way up Jennifer body until it collects in Jennifer armpits. Hina releases the leglock, sits up, and uses Jennifer perky chest as a cushion. Hina rises to her knees then thrusts her glossy, ivory rump down, flattening Jennifer winget breasts and the thin black lacy lingerie still covering them as she plants her ass on her face. Jennifer coughs out some remaining oxygen, while hina gazes down at the her in a full facesit pin.“OK. As I was saying,” hina says with a smirk.
Jennifer was hoping hina would establish such a position as she had just established. Jennifer winget had used her sexual wiles to test the waters of hina resistance, in lieu of the enjoyment she had planned for later. The real objective, however, was to allow hina to believe she was in control of the match when, in reality, she was walking into another trap. For the second time since the catfight began, it worked. Looking up at hina khan, Jennifer stares directly into hina khan eyes..... and smiles, in spite of the pain in her breasts.“It appears I have tricked you again, hina,” she says in the sweetest tone of voice imaginable. “Bon appetit!”
Hina smirk vanishes as Jennifer teeth embed themselves in her womanhood through her lingerie bottoms. The snappy retort poised on her tongue abruptly degenerates into a shriek that grows loud enough to shatter crystal. Hina screams again, her thighs and derriere stiffening, realizing too late that Jennifer had set her up. Jennifer immediately goes to work on her cunny, chewing the tender folds of flesh like a ravenous wolf feasting on prey.
Hina goes on shrieking, forgetting all about the collegegirl pin as her womanhood throbs. Jennifer nail rakes along hina inner thighs, adding to hina khan agony as her jaws clamp down hard. Hina scream sounds like an air raid siren as Jennifer continues chewing on her womanhood, hands reaching around her thighs and toward her backside. There she reaches two fingers into the crack of her ass and into her sphincter. Her fingers flit and stimulate hina pain and pleasure centers as she alternates between biting her cunny and flicking her tongue up and down along it.
Now it’s Jennifer turn to smirk as she notices the expression on hina face. “I was saying, hina,” she taunts, “you ain’t felt nothin’ yet. It’s gonna be such fun to win this match, and hear you scream in pleasure!”
Before hina can clear her head and mount a retaliation, Jennifer brings her slender legs up, slamming them around hina neck from behind and crossing her ankles. With a sudden violent thrust of her lower body, Jennifer drags hina to her back, squeeeeeeeeeeezing her gams around hina khan throat. As she does this, she pulls hina lower body forward as hina khan is still on her knees, making it close to impossible for her to try scissoring Jennifer neck.
Hina alternates between screaming and moaning as Jennifer continues working her cunny and bum, expertly stimulating hina khan private parts. With the scissors locked on tightly, Jennifer can silence the squirming hina. if hina screams become too much for her ears. “Ever tried erotic asphyxia, hina?” Jennifer taunts hina at the sound of her choked cries. “Having your breathing partially blocked when you come makes the coming so much sweeter...”
Excited by her position of dominance, Jennifer uses her hands to tear away at hina bottoms, shredding the thin material and allowing the pieces to fall over their writhing bodies. “I see you are nice and wet down here,” Jennifer purrs as she goes to work on hina naughty bits again. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....”
Try as she might, hina is unable to escape or attempt a countermeasure, as Jennifer continues her all out assault of biting and stimulating her womanhood... stimulating her butt and scissoring her neck. Hina khan legs are immobilized, and any attempt to free them is rewarded with a sharp bite to hina khan clit. Jennifer has her just where she wants her. Worse, she discovers that her own body is beginning to automatically respond to Jennifer winget erotic manipulations.“Please,” hina squeaks, only now realizing what she’d got herself into.
Coming back was one thing, but coming back without rules and against a master manipulator of both body and mind had been a fatal mistake. Both lower orifices being worked to perfection, the naked hina whimpers between throaty moans. With the threat of Jennifer making her a hot lunch, hina is hesitant to even move, though from her position, Jennifer winget seems to have her tied in knots in any case.
“What can I do?” hina cries.“I don’t know,” Jennifer giggles, giving her tongue a rest, but keeping Jennifer rigid and dutiful with a driving two-finger thrust. “But I can guess it’d be pretty much anything I want you to.” Jennifer swishes inside her, driving a chill down hina spine and building more lubrication for Jennifer winget entries.This wasn’t a fight, hina thought. She could handle a fight. This was so much worse and so much more. She gulps audibly as Jennifer lays a tender kiss on her lower lip, the gulp turning to gasp. Hina feels the warm tickle grow with every heartbeat, hina khan having to consciously deny herself a pelvic thrust to match Jennifer manipulations.“No. I won’t,” she sobs.“Oh,” Jennifer winget whispers, her breathing somewhat ragged from her efforts and her own excitement, “I’m pretty sure you will.”“Unnnnnnggggghhhhhhh nuuuuuuuuungh,” hina khan groans, in a way, agreeing despite herself.
Jennifer scissors falls away as her certainty in hina tidal forces grows. On the mat who knew how things would be decided, but this was her domain and she ruled as queen. Flexing her thighs to prevent hina khan arms from moving, Jennifer withdraws her hands from hina khan derriere and rakes her nails along hina thighs. The nail slashes tear fresh waves of agony through hina lower body as she continues to work her ever-dampening cunny. Together with the immense pleasure Jennifer is giving her, the effect is slowly taking hold of her.
A pleased expression crosses Jennifer face as her nails slash her thighs again and again, progressing toward hina khan tuft of hair between her legs. Plunging her tongue deeper into hina tender recesses, Jennifer begins wrenching hina pubes, twisting left and right. Hina cries of pain and pleasure grow louder, more pronounced. Her body squirms from the persistent sensations. Jennifer flexes her legs again, pressing her thighs and calves into hina khan biceps to hinder their movement.
Hina khan moans, then cries out sharply as Jennifer twists her pubes in between tongue-lashes of her womanhood. Hina body bucks left and right in her exertions to wrench herself from hina clutches. Jennifer responds with another vicious tug at her pubes, and another bite to her clitoris that elicits an agonized mewl from the trapped hina.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.... I’ll do anything.....” hina sobs, her tone of voice suitably pitiful. The sudden change in hina attitude is only fleetingly perplexing to Jennifer winget. ‘Is this a ploy to get me to yield my advantage?’ Jennifer wonders. Is an attack being planned behind that almost too-perfect whimpering? Considering for a second the self-satisfied smirk that was on hina khan face only moments ago, Jennifer tightens her grasp on hina.“Save it,” Jennifer winget intones. “I doubt a woman as cocky as yourself would be reduced to begging for mercy so easily; not after all we’ve been through together. You’re faking.”
Jennifer returns to her combined assault and stimulation of hina inflamed womanhood, determined to press onward. A few moments later, she pulls her legs from hina arms, re-establishing the scissors she had had around her neck earlier on.“On the other hand,” she adds, with a sweet yet sinister smile surfacing on her face, “that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m not generous. I’m still willing to show you how ecstatic it is to cum with only minimal amounts of oxygen.... just enough to keep breathing, and perhaps to scream with release....”
Jennifer releases her pussy pincers long enough to insert her darting tongue once more and hina uses the exchange for a last-ditch effort.“You like it so much,” hina grunts, her voice raspy. “Why don’t I show you?”Kicking her legs up, she wraps them around Jennifer winget cheeks and temples. Clamping on her ravaged, welted, thighs, hina flexes every iota of strength remaining, knowing full well she’d pay the price for showing any fight. Jennifer had read her like a book so far, but that didn’t mean she knew the final chapter.Her vision starting to blur from Jennifer continued scissors, hina prays that her other senses will likewise be dulled when the inevitable…“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Hina wails as her foe turns from tongue and lips to piercing pearlies once more, clamping on to her sex like a jungle cat feasting on its prey. If Jennifer is deterred by her straining gams, it’s slow to show. Hina clings to hope. It couldn’t be easy to breathe, giving her vagina mouth to mouth while compressed by the sinewy strands in her upper legs. Hina begins to hyperventilate and lets loose with another shrill shriek.“She’s hurting. She’s hurting,” hina gasps, desperate to convince herself there’s a point to holding on, to not giving what Jennifer wanted.
Then, she sees it. Jennifer hands, instead of prying at hina legs, trying to get back in, start to flutter and flail. They pound and slap against the outside of hina khan legs instead. Hina screams once more, but this time there is a hint of a growl down low, underneath. Jennifer had been right again. She wasn’t ready to give in, but perhaps the arrogant bitch had been TOO right and she’d now get hers.
“Give, you fucking cunt! GIVE!!!” Jennifer wills hina khan. Slapping hina thighs with decreasing energy, she retracts her legs and kicks them out again, squeezing tighter. As her teeth remain embedded in hina womanhood, hina persists in compressing Jennifer head, crushing her cheeks and temples with thrumming thighs. Jennifer feels as if her head is about to burst from the constant pressure.
Soon her jaws unhinge from hina crotch as she lets out a long wail of pain, yet she refuses to release her scissors around hina neck even as her slaps to hina thighs grow weaker. Again her legs contract and kick, wrenching another groan from hina. Jennifer teeth are clenched from the pain of hina thighs; a series of quick, low grunts emanate from Jennifer throat as hina scissors continue to converge around her head. Her face is in the process of turning as red as hina pours on the pressure.
The slaps to her thighs remain consistent in their frequency, but lessen in impact as time goes on. This encourages hina to squeeze tighter still, sensing a chance to turn the fight around before she falls to Jennifer strength.
“She’s hurting... she’s hurting...” Jennifer hears hina still growling to herself through the blood rushing in her ears.“Not as much as you’re gonna be,” Jennifer growls back through her clenched jaw, defiant as ever, as the contest of thigh power continues.
While hina seems to have the firmer grip on Jennifer neck, her scissors being applied from above Jennifer winget heaving chest, Jennifer has more leverage to maintain her scissors since her back and derriere are in contact with the floor. Perhaps Jennifer could capitalize on this if she wanted to see the fight through to the end she was after. Coughing and gagging from the tight leglock around her head, Jennifer begins to torque her slender body left and right, trying to topple hina from her supposed position of dominance. Her compressing legs jerk convulsively around hina neck after hina khan tightens her scissors, drawing a long, agonized choking gasp from her.
“GAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ffffffuuuucccccccck you Jennifer...” the rest degenerates into an indecipherable stream of words as Jennifer winget crushes hina windpipe for all she’s worth.“On the contrary, hina.... GACCCCK!....... fucck... GACCCCCCCK!.... YOU.... “ Jennifer winget returns, the defiance and determination in her tone considerable.
The chorus of gagging and choking noises from both combatants is fast reaching a fever pitch as Jennifer fights to roll hina into a position of lesser advantage, and hina struggles to stay right where she is, on top of Jennifer, squeezing all the breath from Jennifer winget. Responding to each sudden jerk to the side from Jennifer, hina fights to right herself so as to remain atop her rival. Jennifer winget resolve to escape this predicament is unmoved, however, and her vicious side-to-side jerks somehow increase in inertia.
Almost impossibly, Jennifer manages to roll onto her right side as both women maintain their brutal scissors, dragging hina to her left side. Hina fights desperately to keep her scissors locked around Jennifer, to keep her thighs pressing into Jennifer winget ever-reddening face, even as Jennifer begins to work her head lower into the leglock. An instant later hina screams piercingly as Jennifer teeth embed themselves into her upper thigh, chewing as if Jennifer winget life depends on it.
Screaming like a firebell, hina struggles to keep the scissors around Jennifer neck for what seems an eternity, but Jennifer won’t be denied as she redoubles her efforts to force the leglock open. Hina suspects she has found herself in deep trouble as her legs finally loosen and come apart from around Jennifer head.
Fighting to stay conscious without hyperventilating as she sucks in much needed oxygen, Jennifer rolls hina onto her back. Positioning herself so she is out of range of hina wildly kicking legs, Jennifer props herself by her right elbow and pours on the pressure, stretching her legs, clamping thighs choking the remaining fight from her.Holding hina between her clamping legs for what seems an eternity forever, Jennifer purrs, “Does that feel good?”“FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCK YOU...” hina half-screams, half-chokes, nails attempting unsuccessfully to pry Jennifer winget thighs apart.
“I suppose I should take that as a ‘no’,” Jennifer taunts her rival. “But I have something in mind that might make you reconsider, unless you lose all control first!” With that, Jennifer rolls hina facedown on the carpet while her legs are still wrapped tightly around hina khan neck. Pressing her calves into hina throat, Jennifer grinds her into the carpet so there is no way she can launch a counter-offensive. This done, Jennifer leans toward her naked backside and exposed womanhood.
Parting hina thighs, Jennifer proceeds to bump and grind her breasts into hina cunny, covering every nook and cranny. Hina gasps from the waves of pleasure that overtake her body at the first sensations of Jennifer stimulating her this way, prompting Jennifer to smile.
“Just ride it out, honey,” she purrs. “It shouldn’t be long now...”
Her body failing her, hina sobs in dismay, that is, between uncontrollable throaty groans. She had felt Jennifer will melting like a cherry popsicle on a mid-summer day. But somehow, Jennifer winget responded and grasped control once more. And this was a control like no other, hina biting her pouting upper lip, sighing and panting. Whatever was going on below, it was intoxicating, soft warm skin fit snugly against her inflamed pussy, the supple tissue a tender caress urging her forward.
“BITCH!” hina screams, realizing Jennifer despicably clever change in tactics.
Hina khan reaches behind her in order to find something, anything, but can reach only the straining slender thighs of her tormentor. She scratches at the silky stems, but this only seems to draw a further pulse of strength from the legs, Jennifer calves compressing around either side of her neck, slowing the jugular flows to her brain. Slowly but surely, hina weakly thrashing arms fall to the carpet, the only movement left, two sets of fingers clenching at the fibers.
Hina khan pelvis thrusts disobediently toward Jennifer continued ministrations, the raised ivory butt cheeks and cunny drawing an evil grin from Jennifer, Jennifer winget knowing the softly pumping pale ass is a sign that hina has lost this contest of physical strength, mental trickery and sexual stimulation. And they both seem to know it.
“Got something to say, sweetheart?” Jennifer asks sarcastically as she continues to grind her tits between the spread legs of her almost-vanquished rival. “Well, let’s hear it!” Jennifer halts for a moment, hina gulping, a droplet of sweat hanging from the tip of her nose.“I…I…” h you stammers. Jennifer winget fingers walk over hina sex, red and moist, tips sinking inside. Jennifer drops her bosom back on top and giggles as she grinds anew. “I GIVE. I FUCK’N G-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-IVE,” hina howls, eyes rolling back in her head as she desperately tries to deny Jennifer the ultimate satisfaction.“You’re not getting off that easy, hina,” Jennifer purrs. “Remember: we agreed before we started. We fight until one of us comes. And from the looks of it, that ‘one of us’ is going to be you...”
Tightening the scissors around hina throat then, Jennifer intensifies her stimulations, grinding her breasts into the squirming hina womanhood. The friction on her cunny combined with the lack of oxygen to her breathing has an effect on hina much like Jennifer had described earlier in their match. Having her air cut off seems to increase the raw pleasure being given her by Jennifer winget, as all her other senses are on full alert. And still Jennifer tightens the leglock around her throat while rubbing and grinding her breasts into her inflamed, ever-dampening womanhood. Slowly, but surely, hina can feel the onset of an orgasm coming on as Jennifer persists in pursuing her hard-fought victory..
When she comes, her entire body stiffens from her torso to her toes and she screams her throat raw through the tight leg scissors Jennifer has clamped on her. Hearing the scream from the defeated hina, knowing she has won the match, Jennifer releases the scissors from hina throat and removing her breasts from hina loins. But the fight itself is not quite over. Rolling hina onto her back, Jennifer quickly slams a figure four scissors around her throat, tucking her right calf firmly behind her left knee and fiercely compressing her windpipe.
Gasping, hina claws the thighs cutting off her air, but to no avail. Hina had expended most of her energy during the match, and in the wake of her orgasm she is almost completely spent by now. All she can do now is try to continue breathing for as long as she could before Jennifer sent her off to dreamland. Jennifer pushes her right calf into hina windpipe, grabbing her foot and pulling the scissors tighter. Hina face turns red as Jennifer had been earlier.
Almost desperate to escape the devastating scissors, hina rakes Jennifer thighs and calves with her fingernails, leaving bright scratches and even drawing miniscule drops of blood along the way. If hina thinks this will deter Jennifer from choking her out with her legs, a tighter squeeze of the figure four tells her otherwise. Jennifer chokes on, determined to make her pass out. Jennifer can feel hina khan energy slipping away with each passing second, and knows hina khan will passing out at any given moment now.
Pulling the figure four tighter still, Jennifer cinches her calf under hina chin, gritting her teeth as hina fingernails leave fresh red scratches across the smooth skin of her thighs, drawing a few more droplets of blood that pool around the scratches and begin to drip down her legs. In spite of the pain her nails cause her, Jennifer hears hina labored gasping grow hoarse as she fights for breath. The verbal submission had been enough for Jennifer making her pass out is simply a matter of course.
Groaning as hina nails assault her soft thighs yet again, Jennifer tightens the figure four with a loud grunt. To convince hina to cease the persistent scratching of her legs, Jennifer winget reaches over and places one hand over hina khan mouth. The other pinches her nostrils shut, cutting off all her air. Hina eyes bug wide open as Jennifer does this, but Jennifer winget removes her hands after a few tense moments, staring down hard into hina eyes.“Don’t do that again!” she warns hina about scratching her legs.
Hina passed out a few minutes later. Hina khan had held on as long as she could, which impressed Jennifer winget, but in the end Jennifer persistence had won the fight. But before hina had succumbed to the power of Jennifer legs, hina khan forced herself to open her mouth with the final vestiges of her strength. At first Jennifer thought this was due to the lack of air, but hina mouth reflexively closed each time she tried to open it. It was then that Jennifer realized that hina was trying to form words.“N…Ne…” was all hina could force out, her voice rasping, choking, and gritty, “Next time I’ll be the one to make you come and pass out, then you will be MY sex toy!”
As soon as she had pushed those words past her lips, hina slumped and went limp in Jennifer legs. She was completely and utterly out cold. Exulting in having outwrestled hina, Jennifer contemplated the promise hina khan made to her before drifting off night-night. In a no-rules catfight where anything and everything was allowed, the idea of both of them going into it to make the other come first was something that interested Jennifer very much, most of all when her opponent was just as much the type to throw fair play to the wind as she, from what she had heard.
Jennifer withdrew her legs from the unconscious hina who lay there like a sack of wet laundry. Looking down at her, she placed a foot on hina bare chest in victory, whispering. “Maybe it will turn out that way, and maybe it won’t... But for now, I intend to take my prize, and show you a few things about what a Jennifer winget a wildcat can do to a hot little '. hina in the sack!” Still naked, she grabs the unconscious hina by the hair and drags her into the bedroom. Coming back into the living room to retrieve the remnants of their attire, guessing they’re still fit to tie a passed out woman with, Jennifer heads back into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her... Jennifer winget grab hina pulls her up hina thorow her to bed the Jennifer see rubber cook in near the bed she grab the cook Jennifer got up to bed and start to fuck hina suddenly hina wake up in pain she screams like in a animal hina tried to fights back by putting her fingers in Jennifer pussy Jennifer screams in pain Jennifer fuck hina so hard she burst in orgasmed and pass out Jennifer left the house Victories .
Jennifer winget win.
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