20-07-2022, 03:01 PM
Disha patani came back to her home humiliated she cried for 4 days, disha patani could not get out of the house because of humiliation, one morning disha wake up and took a shower came out of the shower nude came in front of the mirror and said I have a Strong body I will destroy shraddha kapoor body and life, then disha called a friend and asking him find out about shraddha kapoor life, hours later disha friend call and said shraddha has a boyfriend named karan wahi, disha patani started to think she should fuck him, disha patani went to karan house and Ring the door Bell, the door open karan look at disha, disha grab karan and kissed him and said fuck me, karan could not resist, both karan and disha fuck each other for 2 hours, disha grab her phone and made a video of her fucking karan, disha send video with a massage said bitch shraddha I fuck you man if you want revenge come to my home.
Shraddha kapoor was happy in her life suddenly video and massage seeing the video she got mad and after Reading the message she got even more mad, shraddha immediately went to disha house, shraddha kapoor Ring the door and door opened disha smile and said did you enjoy the video, shraddha kicked disha in the stomach, disha fall back, shraddha came into the house lock the door and start punching disha in the face, disha grab shraddha shirt rip it off, shraddha also rip disha shirt, both women start slapping each other in the face, both women want to destroy each other, disha said why don't both of us take off for clothes and then fight, shraddha said alright, both women separate and begin to take off their clothes , disha patani was completely nude,but shraddha kapoor had a panties on her.
Shraddha and disha circled slowly. Both knew they were going to fight but neither knew how far the other planned to go. It began when shraddha roughly shoved disha, hard enough to let disha bitch know who was in charge, but not hard enough to knock her down. Disha resolved the issue when she drew back her right fist as far as it would go and slammed it into shraddha's midsection.
Shraddha let out a deep groan of pain as disha's fist powered deep into her firm tummy just above her panty line. Disha loosed another punch that crashed into the same spot and shraddha let out a cry as she doubled over from the low blow. Disha took advantage of shraddha kapoor's position as she reached over and grabbed shraddha hair in one hand and punched her even farther below the bellybutton with the other.
Shraddha legs buckled and again she cried out. She would have fallen but for disha strong grip on her hair keeping her upright. Disha jerked back on shraddha hair so that she was looking straight up at the ceiling, then cruelly buried a hard fist in shraddha's left breast, pancaking the heavy flesh against shraddha's breastbone. Every bit of disha's power had gone into the punch and the pain that registered on shraddha's face was instantaneous as shraddha crumpled to the floor thinking disha had just blown her tit apart. Shraddha lay breathing heavily in severe pain, her left breast feeling like it had exploded under the fist.
"Get up bitch, we're nowhere near finished yet," disha sneered, pulling shraddha to her feet and wrapping her left hand behind shraddha's neck to hold her in place.disha took a step back and then came forward, kneeing shraddha between the legs; a solid shot that crunched into shraddha's pussy like a freight train. Shraddha's thin white satin panties did nothing to shield her pussy from the cruel blow and her knees buckled again. Still, disha bitch held her up and disha punched her again in the breast. Shraddha screamed as disha's fist splatted into her rapidly swelling baggy breast, pinching the tender orb between knuckle and breastbone.
Shraddha moaned aloud as Disha reached up and clasped each of her trembling breasts and began violently twisting and squeezing the battered boobs, clamping down on the nipples and using them to give her aching breasts several violent twists.
Shraddha writhed and howled out in pain, grabbing at disha's wrists, trying to alleviate some of the pain. Shraddha cried out in agony, knowing from experience that at this rate it was only a matter of time before disha worked her body into defeat.Suddenly, shraddha dropped her hands from disha wrists and, with a cry of pain and rage, slammed herself into disha, wrapping her arms around disha patani body in a bearhug. Clinched together, both women surged forward into the other, bringing their breasts into one another as their sweat-slick bodies stuck together in a tight embrace.
Shraddha dug her nails into disha's back and began raking furiously over her sweat-drenched body, ripping disha's flawless skin and leaving dark, red welts. Reacting quickly, disha slapped her hand on shraddha's sweaty back and clawed her nails as hard as she could. All four sets of nails wreaked havoc on flat backs, as both disha and shraddha dug deep furrows and raised heavy welts that instantly filled with blood.Shraddha scratched downward, tearing at the tender flesh of disha's lower back, while disha raked upward, digging into shraddha's back and the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. Disha suddenly threw back her head, letting out a thunderous moan of pain, as shraddha lacerated her back deeply with her nails. Moaning filled the room as disha and shraddha ripped and clawed their nails over each other's backs until shraddha worked hers around disha's upper body until she could carve into the outside of disha's smooth, creamy breasts and making disha scream louder as she was definitely getting the worst of the exchange.
Disha patani nails tore into shraddha's back. She plowed hard and deep until the pain became too much for shraddha, and with a scream of utter pain she shoved disha away. Both women were drenched in sweat, the raw, scratched skin on their backs burning from it. Disha’s back was covered with deep red scratches and bloody red marks scored the outsides of her breasts, streaking across the expanse of pale flesh from armpit to nipple. Even though shraddha had given better than she got, her body too was racked painfully. Her back looked as if a road map had been carved on it and her own blood mixed with disha’s stained the waistband of her white panties. Both actresses were being ripped apart by the other, and both knew the battle wouldn't end until one of them could no longer get again and continue the fight.Feeling the blazing skin and deep trenches shraddha had carved into her, disha moved in and, in one fluid motion, grabbed shraddha's hair in her left hand as her right fist swung in a low arc. Disha blasted shraddha across the mouth, her fist crushing shraddha’s lush, full lips. Shraddha head rocked to the right as blood sprayed grotesquely from her face as disha kept boring in, slamming shraddha back against the wall and throwing a punched that thudded into shraddha firm abs. The punch wasn't all that hard, but disha kept her fist shoved in shraddha belly, using her own momentum to push the fist deep into her guts.
The air was forced from shraddha's lungs as disha jerked her fist out and again slammed it back into shraddha's now-soft abs. Picking up where she’d left off, disha jammed her carefully nails onto shraddha kapoor breasts, sinking nails deep into the firm globes before she raked them down forcefully over the aureole. Disha's strong nails plowed shraddha sensitive breasts, blazing and carving a fresh trail of carnage in the tender mounds. Shraddha's breasts, soaked with sweat and blood and were covered with raised welts, shook and quivered in pain."Take a last look at your tits, bitch. I'm gonna destroy them before I'm done."
Shraddha threw back her head and let out a thunderous scream of horrible pain as disha began to ravage her breasts. Thel nipples were swelling fast, the delicate skin on her aureole becoming tighter and tighter with every wrench of disha's's powerful hands and every scratch of her highly polished nails. Knowing her precious nipples were in danger of giving out completely, shraddha knew she'd be suffering the ultimate defeat if disha made good on her threat and destroyed her breasts. She was determined that wouldn’t happen. In fact, if anything, she was going to annihilate disha breasts!
Getting her head back into the fight, shraddha slid her hands up to disha's sweaty, creamy breasts and positioned her nails in the cleavage betweenl peaks. Then she began digging into disha patani swollen tits; pressing her nails in deep, she raked her claws over the breasts and nipples, separating disha's tits as she pulled to the sides, then released them and let the supple flesh spring back into place as her nails ripped away to the moans of pain from disha. Shraddha nails blazed horribly, bloody trails across disha magnificent breasts as, face to face, their eyes glowed with sadistic satisfaction at the pain etched on the other’s face. Disha's eyes were clenched tight shut in agony as her breasts were mauled and shraddha continued to carve her nails in hard, scbanging away at disha's breast flesh with fanatical fury. Shraddha was grunting with exertion as she tried to hollow out disha precious breasts.
She leaned in close to disha's ear and whispered, "I'm going to rip these tits off today disha. Think you're in pain now? Wait till you feel THIS! Disha's head rolled weakly as shraddha gave her battered breasts another clawing.Disha patani could only splutter, "Unnnnhhhhhhh..." as shraddha ripped her flesh.Shraddha was letting her well-known venomous streak show as she re-positioned her nails back in the already deep scratches she’d gouged in disha's flesh and then dug her nails in again, shredding disha's glorious breasts which were now covered with blood.
Shraddha roughly pulled her hands off disha’s tits, then winding up, smashed a hard right fist that thundered head-on into the left breast, flattening it against her chest. Disha moaned loud and long in pain as air blasted out of her mouth, shraddha shoulders were sprayed with blood as disha recoiled her head back in agony at the moment of impact.Shraddha lined up her punches very carefully and disha experienced another burst of pain as her hard right fist exploded into disha left breast and again smashed in into her quivering body. A hard right uppercut to the ravaged breast, smashed it upward and the pulverized breast bounced and flopped on her chest. Pressure cuts appeared on disha swelling breasts where shraddha's hard punches were bruising and busting them up as she riveted her with brutal punches.
Shraddha stopped tearing apart disha's breasts and backed away, letting disha slump in the corner, sobbing in anguish, her raw breasts radiating and throbbing in pain as she tenderly cupped her breasts in her long fingers, trying unsuccessfully to assuage away the hurt from shraddha smashing her once-creamy smooth flesh into a bloody pulp.
Tears of pain and rage streamed down disha's ruddy face as her eyes burned with hatred for shraddha. In that instant, shraddha knew she had her! She knew she could put disha away any time she wanted and destroy the haughty disha bitch for good. Shraddha stop short of actually killing her, of course; it was always more fun to leave them alive with the knowledge that you were capable of doing so much more.
No, shraddha wouldn’t kill disha but she was going to work disha over and give her the ass-kicking of a lifetime. With this thought in mind, shraddha let out a scream as she ran into disha, fists flying, clobbering her body back into the wall. An explosion of pain tore into disha's cheekbone, as shraddha' fist made contact just below her eye, hitting like a sledgehammer. Disha reeled back, her head snapping as shraddha still came on, her stone-hard fist again slamming disha's face, breaking her nose with a sharp crack. Blood curtained down her face as shraddha drove her to the floor on her ass. Disha rolled onto her knees, her hand over her shattered face, a mixture of her sweat and blood dripping on the floor from the heaving tips of her freely swinging bare breasts."Du duckin’ ditch!!!!" Disha screamed, "Du brook my dose!Her right hand clamped over her broken nose as blood welled out between her fingers. Shraddha stood over her threateningly, her fists clenched at her hips as she hissed, "Stay down on your knees, bitch!!!"
Shraddha placed her foot on disha shoulder and roughly kicked disha to the floor on her back. With a scream, shraddha launched herself into the air above disha patani, splashing down onto her midsection with her body extended full length, landing with her full weight as hard as she could. Every cubic inch of air was driven from disha's lungs as shraddha’s weight crashed onto her, completely winding her.Disha gasped for air while shraddha, her body nicely cushioned by the bitch had no such problem. Shraddha went wild on disha, burying her hands in disha tresses on either side of her head and pulling in opposite directions as disha screamed. Shraddha wrenched disha’s head back and forth, straining her neck muscles. Shraddha spread her legs wide, her feet digging into the carpet for a better grip as she abused disha patani beneath her, hurt disha still further.
Through her pain, disha realized shraddha spread-eagled legs and she brought her right leg up and drove her knee into the juncture of shraddha legs as hard as she possibly could. The pain was so sudden and intense that shraddha couldn't even scream; her mouth just opened into an 'O' and hung open in a silent moan. Disha thumped her kneecap into the V again, connecting with shraddha's cunt. Shraddha felt her pussy had just been driven up into her throat as she gurgled in pain.Disha slapped shraddha hands flat on disha's sweaty back and raked her nails up her spine, troweling her blazing back before she slid her left hand into shraddha hair and yanked her head back. Savagely, disha slammed her right palm up under shraddha's chin and shoved shraddha's head back still farther. Shraddha's hard body was slowly being bent over in a 'U' as disha increased the pressure. Disha started to stand shraddha up onto her feet and her snarl of rage chilled shraddha to the bone.
Disha whispered, "Are you ready for this, bitch? This'll hurt you a lot more than me.She threw shraddha body down on her back and fell on top of her, raising her knee again as it burrowed into shraddha wide-open pussy! This time shraddha screamed so loud it hurt disha's ears. Disha's knee impacted shraddha's pussy squarely, cracking onto shraddha's pubic bone as shraddha's hands shot down trying to shield her searing crotch.
Disha wasted no time capitalizing. She immediately wrapped both hands around shraddha breasts and turned both tits as violently hard as she could. Shraddha sobbed in pain and grasped disha wrists in an attempt to pry away disha hands but disha patani twisted again and shraddha breasts which were so swollen and engorged with blood that disha knew it was only a matter of time before the purple nipple exploded.
Disha hands tore into shraddha kapoor succulent globes, squeezing, ripping and pinching her breasts until they were mottled with reddish bruises and black-and-blues. Whenever shraddha tried to mount any offense, disha again slammed her knee into shraddha shattered crotch. Shraddha almost passed out from the waves of pain emanating from her swollen and bleeding breasts."Let's see how you like getting your tits ripped off shraddha, Disha screamed as she shook her breasts to the sides, then up and down as the delicate skin stretched nearly to breaking.
Shraddha breasts were slippery with both women’s blood and each nipple had a deep thumbnail scratch on. Disha pulled her clawed hands from shraddha bloody breasts and hauled shraddha to her feet by the hair. Disha started taking aim on her globular targets with her clenched right fist, as her left hand held shraddha by the hair. A hard right uppercut landed solidly on her ravaged left breast, connecting under the bottom slope and rocketing the misshapen tit upward. It bounced before it wobbled back into place on her chest. Disha followed with another solid uppercut, this one to the bottom of the right breast, powerfully smashing it upward and splattering blood across shraddha's ravishing face.Disha continued to hammer away with uppercuts, alternating between shraddha breasts. Each blow to shraddha breasts splattered more blood as the breasts themselves were smashed against her body by the crack of knuckles-on-breasts that echoed off the walls each time disha's rock-hard fist crashed into the battered tits.Disha pounded and pummeled shraddha's soft orbs as disha battered shraddha kapoor, then shifted her attack north, giving shraddha a hard fist on the chin so hard that disha thought that shraddha head would come off her shoulders shraddha teeth clacked together as her mouth was smashed shut by disha's fist. Shraddha slumped over on her feet, her aching, almost broken jaw resting against disha's right shoulder.
As saliva dribbled off of shraddha's split lip, she knew the fight would belong to this bitchy disha if she didn't do something immediately. At such close quarters, disha was digging in uppercutting punches into shraddha's midsection, short, powerful shots that forcefully lifted her up on her toes. Shraddha's arms were dbangd around disha waist, supported by disha's hips. Now, shraddha dropped her right hand down between them and found disha vulnerable cunt. Suddenly, shraddha latched hard onto one of disha's labia, crushing, pinching and pulling up on the swollen cunt lip flat. Disha's damp pussy erupted in pain, the most disorienting pain she'd ever felt and her body began to convulse in pain as shraddha tenaciously held on, keeping her grip throughout disha's struggles.
Shraddha yanked disha's fleshy pussy lip up as she pulled it outward away from her body, threatening to rip a chunk of it off disha's body. Disha's pain-wracked body was forced to follow shraddha to the center of the room as shraddha wrenched her cunt lip up and down, leaving disha to moan in pain as she bounced from one foot to the other. Intensifying her pain, shraddha reared back with her left hand and began rocking disha with powerful openhanded slaps, splitting her lips and forcing disha patani upper body backward while pulling her hips forward with the painful grip on her pussy.
Disha had to clinch with shraddha to keep close to her or risk having part of her pussy ripped away. Realizing her dilemma, disha landed a hard punch to shraddha nose, a powerful haymaker, rocking shraddha kapoor. Shraddha chose her next punch carefully, lining a straight powerful shot that flattened shraddha left breast to her body. Shraddha winced, instinctively releasing her right hand from disha's cunt to protect her breast. Disha staggered away clutching her pussy to massage some of the fiery pain away.Then shraddha was on her again, slapping disha silly with slaps and backhands to her face. Disha was in serious trouble. Her greatest asset, her face, was being ruined by shraddha’s barrage of slaps that came in fast and stingingly hard. As shraddha’s hard open hands swept back and forth across her swollen face, disha's right eye closed to just a swollen slit. Then shraddha closed her hand in a fist and two huge punches tore into disha patani's head. Shraddha’s punches were hard and cruel, spinning disha's whole body left and then back right. Disha moaned aloud in pain and shock as she staggered sideways and crashed into the wall. Shraddha reached out and clapped her strong hands around both of disha's well-sculpted breasts. Using her nails, shraddha again began to jerk and twist disha pink nipples. She yanked disha patani's breasts, stretching and straining them away from her body. Disha's swollen breasts and nipples were stretched fully taut and she looked down in horror as her misshapen tits snapped back like over-extended rubber bands whenever shraddha let go. Disha moaned as shraddha turned, twisted, and pulled unmercifully on her reddened nipples. Blood and sweat glistened on disha patani's breasts, as she moaned in agony, the sides of her tits creasing as shraddha tugged them.
As shraddha's hands twisted and corkscrewed disha's tits, the deep scratches she’d inflicted earlier opened up and blood began to flow again, radiating out from the nipple and streaming across her breasts, making disha patani tits slippery. Shraddha kapoor again raked her nails roughly across the nipples, mashing the fattened, blood-engorged nipples flat between her strong fingers. Disha's nipples were hardy and extremely thick and shraddha kneaded them harshly between her fingers and ground in her fingernails. Disha leaned her head back, her eyes closed, moaning with every painful twist of her bleeding nipples.
Shraddha knew disha's breasts would never be the same again as she distorted them horribly in her grasp, crushing disha patani milk bags as disha sobbed and cried out in pain. Releasing her death-grip on disha's nipples, shraddha grabbed a handful of breast flesh in each hand with her sharp thumbnail on the upper slope of disha's breasts and started to dig her fingernails into the tender flesh at the bottom of each cone. Shraddha was clawing apart disha's tits as her nails bit in deep. Disha rolled her head to her right, groaning in pain while her breasts were being ravaged by her vicious enemy. Shraddha then reached up and began digging her nails back into the scratches and scoring on the top of disha's breasts as shraddha raked disha's tits down, opening them up again, causing blood to stream freely down over her rapidly pumping belly. Shraddha's nails and fingers were plunged deeply into the soft red meat of disha’s breasts, as she scratched her nails savagely over the burning nipples. Disha moaned and grunted from the ripping motion as shraddha's polished nails tore across her chest, her strong hands flattening disha's breasts against her hard body, then driving her nails deep. Disha's breasts opened up, covered with a thick coating of blood oozing out to mix with her sweat.
Both women were exhausted and in horrible pain, the fight having lasted far longer than either had expected. Both knew they couldn't last much longer. Shraddha's toned leg suddenly came blasting up, clobbering disha's cunt and causing disha to moan and collapse on her knees. Shraddha wasted no time. Shraddha pulled disha patani head down into her right knee that crushed her lips and crunched into disha's bloodied nose. Shraddha dropped to her knees beside disha patani and pushed her over on her back. She spread disha's shapely legs, pulled back her hands and, as disha moaned, shraddha in a last burst of strength, rammed her fist into the junction of disha's legs, her punch crunching deep into her wet, swollen cunt. Shraddha kapoor fist ripped disha apart, tearing into her insides and destroying her womanhood.
Disha patani sobbed in pain and rolled to her side, doubled over as shraddha ripped her strong fist out, disha feeling like shraddha just tore her pussy open. Roughly rolling disha back over onto her back, shraddha cocked her right fist again and took aim at what was left of disha's left breast.
Disha saw where shraddha was aiming and a look of abject horror crossed her face as she pleaded, "Please!! Not my breast shraddha! Don't!! You'll Kill Me!!"But shraddha’s fist was already on its way, plunging into the underside of disha's round breast. Disha screamed, hot agony making her body arch, her eyes wide in shock and pain, head thrown back as her scream echoing through the room. "Aaaaaaaaaaah! Oh God!! My breast! My BREAST!"Blood erupted over shraddha hand as disha's breast collapsed beneath it. Disha's body spasmed once in pain before her eyes rolled back into her head as she passed out. Only the slow rise and fall of her battered chest showed she'd survive to fight another day. Shraddha had destroyed disha's breasts exactly as she’d promised.
Shraddha kapoor got up in pain and kicked disha body 5 times and said never mess with me bitch, shraddha kapoor got dress and left victories.
Shraddha kapoor win.
Shraddha kapoor was happy in her life suddenly video and massage seeing the video she got mad and after Reading the message she got even more mad, shraddha immediately went to disha house, shraddha kapoor Ring the door and door opened disha smile and said did you enjoy the video, shraddha kicked disha in the stomach, disha fall back, shraddha came into the house lock the door and start punching disha in the face, disha grab shraddha shirt rip it off, shraddha also rip disha shirt, both women start slapping each other in the face, both women want to destroy each other, disha said why don't both of us take off for clothes and then fight, shraddha said alright, both women separate and begin to take off their clothes , disha patani was completely nude,but shraddha kapoor had a panties on her.
Shraddha and disha circled slowly. Both knew they were going to fight but neither knew how far the other planned to go. It began when shraddha roughly shoved disha, hard enough to let disha bitch know who was in charge, but not hard enough to knock her down. Disha resolved the issue when she drew back her right fist as far as it would go and slammed it into shraddha's midsection.
Shraddha let out a deep groan of pain as disha's fist powered deep into her firm tummy just above her panty line. Disha loosed another punch that crashed into the same spot and shraddha let out a cry as she doubled over from the low blow. Disha took advantage of shraddha kapoor's position as she reached over and grabbed shraddha hair in one hand and punched her even farther below the bellybutton with the other.
Shraddha legs buckled and again she cried out. She would have fallen but for disha strong grip on her hair keeping her upright. Disha jerked back on shraddha hair so that she was looking straight up at the ceiling, then cruelly buried a hard fist in shraddha's left breast, pancaking the heavy flesh against shraddha's breastbone. Every bit of disha's power had gone into the punch and the pain that registered on shraddha's face was instantaneous as shraddha crumpled to the floor thinking disha had just blown her tit apart. Shraddha lay breathing heavily in severe pain, her left breast feeling like it had exploded under the fist.
"Get up bitch, we're nowhere near finished yet," disha sneered, pulling shraddha to her feet and wrapping her left hand behind shraddha's neck to hold her in place.disha took a step back and then came forward, kneeing shraddha between the legs; a solid shot that crunched into shraddha's pussy like a freight train. Shraddha's thin white satin panties did nothing to shield her pussy from the cruel blow and her knees buckled again. Still, disha bitch held her up and disha punched her again in the breast. Shraddha screamed as disha's fist splatted into her rapidly swelling baggy breast, pinching the tender orb between knuckle and breastbone.
Shraddha moaned aloud as Disha reached up and clasped each of her trembling breasts and began violently twisting and squeezing the battered boobs, clamping down on the nipples and using them to give her aching breasts several violent twists.
Shraddha writhed and howled out in pain, grabbing at disha's wrists, trying to alleviate some of the pain. Shraddha cried out in agony, knowing from experience that at this rate it was only a matter of time before disha worked her body into defeat.Suddenly, shraddha dropped her hands from disha wrists and, with a cry of pain and rage, slammed herself into disha, wrapping her arms around disha patani body in a bearhug. Clinched together, both women surged forward into the other, bringing their breasts into one another as their sweat-slick bodies stuck together in a tight embrace.
Shraddha dug her nails into disha's back and began raking furiously over her sweat-drenched body, ripping disha's flawless skin and leaving dark, red welts. Reacting quickly, disha slapped her hand on shraddha's sweaty back and clawed her nails as hard as she could. All four sets of nails wreaked havoc on flat backs, as both disha and shraddha dug deep furrows and raised heavy welts that instantly filled with blood.Shraddha scratched downward, tearing at the tender flesh of disha's lower back, while disha raked upward, digging into shraddha's back and the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. Disha suddenly threw back her head, letting out a thunderous moan of pain, as shraddha lacerated her back deeply with her nails. Moaning filled the room as disha and shraddha ripped and clawed their nails over each other's backs until shraddha worked hers around disha's upper body until she could carve into the outside of disha's smooth, creamy breasts and making disha scream louder as she was definitely getting the worst of the exchange.
Disha patani nails tore into shraddha's back. She plowed hard and deep until the pain became too much for shraddha, and with a scream of utter pain she shoved disha away. Both women were drenched in sweat, the raw, scratched skin on their backs burning from it. Disha’s back was covered with deep red scratches and bloody red marks scored the outsides of her breasts, streaking across the expanse of pale flesh from armpit to nipple. Even though shraddha had given better than she got, her body too was racked painfully. Her back looked as if a road map had been carved on it and her own blood mixed with disha’s stained the waistband of her white panties. Both actresses were being ripped apart by the other, and both knew the battle wouldn't end until one of them could no longer get again and continue the fight.Feeling the blazing skin and deep trenches shraddha had carved into her, disha moved in and, in one fluid motion, grabbed shraddha's hair in her left hand as her right fist swung in a low arc. Disha blasted shraddha across the mouth, her fist crushing shraddha’s lush, full lips. Shraddha head rocked to the right as blood sprayed grotesquely from her face as disha kept boring in, slamming shraddha back against the wall and throwing a punched that thudded into shraddha firm abs. The punch wasn't all that hard, but disha kept her fist shoved in shraddha belly, using her own momentum to push the fist deep into her guts.
The air was forced from shraddha's lungs as disha jerked her fist out and again slammed it back into shraddha's now-soft abs. Picking up where she’d left off, disha jammed her carefully nails onto shraddha kapoor breasts, sinking nails deep into the firm globes before she raked them down forcefully over the aureole. Disha's strong nails plowed shraddha sensitive breasts, blazing and carving a fresh trail of carnage in the tender mounds. Shraddha's breasts, soaked with sweat and blood and were covered with raised welts, shook and quivered in pain."Take a last look at your tits, bitch. I'm gonna destroy them before I'm done."
Shraddha threw back her head and let out a thunderous scream of horrible pain as disha began to ravage her breasts. Thel nipples were swelling fast, the delicate skin on her aureole becoming tighter and tighter with every wrench of disha's's powerful hands and every scratch of her highly polished nails. Knowing her precious nipples were in danger of giving out completely, shraddha knew she'd be suffering the ultimate defeat if disha made good on her threat and destroyed her breasts. She was determined that wouldn’t happen. In fact, if anything, she was going to annihilate disha breasts!
Getting her head back into the fight, shraddha slid her hands up to disha's sweaty, creamy breasts and positioned her nails in the cleavage betweenl peaks. Then she began digging into disha patani swollen tits; pressing her nails in deep, she raked her claws over the breasts and nipples, separating disha's tits as she pulled to the sides, then released them and let the supple flesh spring back into place as her nails ripped away to the moans of pain from disha. Shraddha nails blazed horribly, bloody trails across disha magnificent breasts as, face to face, their eyes glowed with sadistic satisfaction at the pain etched on the other’s face. Disha's eyes were clenched tight shut in agony as her breasts were mauled and shraddha continued to carve her nails in hard, scbanging away at disha's breast flesh with fanatical fury. Shraddha was grunting with exertion as she tried to hollow out disha precious breasts.
She leaned in close to disha's ear and whispered, "I'm going to rip these tits off today disha. Think you're in pain now? Wait till you feel THIS! Disha's head rolled weakly as shraddha gave her battered breasts another clawing.Disha patani could only splutter, "Unnnnhhhhhhh..." as shraddha ripped her flesh.Shraddha was letting her well-known venomous streak show as she re-positioned her nails back in the already deep scratches she’d gouged in disha's flesh and then dug her nails in again, shredding disha's glorious breasts which were now covered with blood.
Shraddha roughly pulled her hands off disha’s tits, then winding up, smashed a hard right fist that thundered head-on into the left breast, flattening it against her chest. Disha moaned loud and long in pain as air blasted out of her mouth, shraddha shoulders were sprayed with blood as disha recoiled her head back in agony at the moment of impact.Shraddha lined up her punches very carefully and disha experienced another burst of pain as her hard right fist exploded into disha left breast and again smashed in into her quivering body. A hard right uppercut to the ravaged breast, smashed it upward and the pulverized breast bounced and flopped on her chest. Pressure cuts appeared on disha swelling breasts where shraddha's hard punches were bruising and busting them up as she riveted her with brutal punches.
Shraddha stopped tearing apart disha's breasts and backed away, letting disha slump in the corner, sobbing in anguish, her raw breasts radiating and throbbing in pain as she tenderly cupped her breasts in her long fingers, trying unsuccessfully to assuage away the hurt from shraddha smashing her once-creamy smooth flesh into a bloody pulp.
Tears of pain and rage streamed down disha's ruddy face as her eyes burned with hatred for shraddha. In that instant, shraddha knew she had her! She knew she could put disha away any time she wanted and destroy the haughty disha bitch for good. Shraddha stop short of actually killing her, of course; it was always more fun to leave them alive with the knowledge that you were capable of doing so much more.
No, shraddha wouldn’t kill disha but she was going to work disha over and give her the ass-kicking of a lifetime. With this thought in mind, shraddha let out a scream as she ran into disha, fists flying, clobbering her body back into the wall. An explosion of pain tore into disha's cheekbone, as shraddha' fist made contact just below her eye, hitting like a sledgehammer. Disha reeled back, her head snapping as shraddha still came on, her stone-hard fist again slamming disha's face, breaking her nose with a sharp crack. Blood curtained down her face as shraddha drove her to the floor on her ass. Disha rolled onto her knees, her hand over her shattered face, a mixture of her sweat and blood dripping on the floor from the heaving tips of her freely swinging bare breasts."Du duckin’ ditch!!!!" Disha screamed, "Du brook my dose!Her right hand clamped over her broken nose as blood welled out between her fingers. Shraddha stood over her threateningly, her fists clenched at her hips as she hissed, "Stay down on your knees, bitch!!!"
Shraddha placed her foot on disha shoulder and roughly kicked disha to the floor on her back. With a scream, shraddha launched herself into the air above disha patani, splashing down onto her midsection with her body extended full length, landing with her full weight as hard as she could. Every cubic inch of air was driven from disha's lungs as shraddha’s weight crashed onto her, completely winding her.Disha gasped for air while shraddha, her body nicely cushioned by the bitch had no such problem. Shraddha went wild on disha, burying her hands in disha tresses on either side of her head and pulling in opposite directions as disha screamed. Shraddha wrenched disha’s head back and forth, straining her neck muscles. Shraddha spread her legs wide, her feet digging into the carpet for a better grip as she abused disha patani beneath her, hurt disha still further.
Through her pain, disha realized shraddha spread-eagled legs and she brought her right leg up and drove her knee into the juncture of shraddha legs as hard as she possibly could. The pain was so sudden and intense that shraddha couldn't even scream; her mouth just opened into an 'O' and hung open in a silent moan. Disha thumped her kneecap into the V again, connecting with shraddha's cunt. Shraddha felt her pussy had just been driven up into her throat as she gurgled in pain.Disha slapped shraddha hands flat on disha's sweaty back and raked her nails up her spine, troweling her blazing back before she slid her left hand into shraddha hair and yanked her head back. Savagely, disha slammed her right palm up under shraddha's chin and shoved shraddha's head back still farther. Shraddha's hard body was slowly being bent over in a 'U' as disha increased the pressure. Disha started to stand shraddha up onto her feet and her snarl of rage chilled shraddha to the bone.
Disha whispered, "Are you ready for this, bitch? This'll hurt you a lot more than me.She threw shraddha body down on her back and fell on top of her, raising her knee again as it burrowed into shraddha wide-open pussy! This time shraddha screamed so loud it hurt disha's ears. Disha's knee impacted shraddha's pussy squarely, cracking onto shraddha's pubic bone as shraddha's hands shot down trying to shield her searing crotch.
Disha wasted no time capitalizing. She immediately wrapped both hands around shraddha breasts and turned both tits as violently hard as she could. Shraddha sobbed in pain and grasped disha wrists in an attempt to pry away disha hands but disha patani twisted again and shraddha breasts which were so swollen and engorged with blood that disha knew it was only a matter of time before the purple nipple exploded.
Disha hands tore into shraddha kapoor succulent globes, squeezing, ripping and pinching her breasts until they were mottled with reddish bruises and black-and-blues. Whenever shraddha tried to mount any offense, disha again slammed her knee into shraddha shattered crotch. Shraddha almost passed out from the waves of pain emanating from her swollen and bleeding breasts."Let's see how you like getting your tits ripped off shraddha, Disha screamed as she shook her breasts to the sides, then up and down as the delicate skin stretched nearly to breaking.
Shraddha breasts were slippery with both women’s blood and each nipple had a deep thumbnail scratch on. Disha pulled her clawed hands from shraddha bloody breasts and hauled shraddha to her feet by the hair. Disha started taking aim on her globular targets with her clenched right fist, as her left hand held shraddha by the hair. A hard right uppercut landed solidly on her ravaged left breast, connecting under the bottom slope and rocketing the misshapen tit upward. It bounced before it wobbled back into place on her chest. Disha followed with another solid uppercut, this one to the bottom of the right breast, powerfully smashing it upward and splattering blood across shraddha's ravishing face.Disha continued to hammer away with uppercuts, alternating between shraddha breasts. Each blow to shraddha breasts splattered more blood as the breasts themselves were smashed against her body by the crack of knuckles-on-breasts that echoed off the walls each time disha's rock-hard fist crashed into the battered tits.Disha pounded and pummeled shraddha's soft orbs as disha battered shraddha kapoor, then shifted her attack north, giving shraddha a hard fist on the chin so hard that disha thought that shraddha head would come off her shoulders shraddha teeth clacked together as her mouth was smashed shut by disha's fist. Shraddha slumped over on her feet, her aching, almost broken jaw resting against disha's right shoulder.
As saliva dribbled off of shraddha's split lip, she knew the fight would belong to this bitchy disha if she didn't do something immediately. At such close quarters, disha was digging in uppercutting punches into shraddha's midsection, short, powerful shots that forcefully lifted her up on her toes. Shraddha's arms were dbangd around disha waist, supported by disha's hips. Now, shraddha dropped her right hand down between them and found disha vulnerable cunt. Suddenly, shraddha latched hard onto one of disha's labia, crushing, pinching and pulling up on the swollen cunt lip flat. Disha's damp pussy erupted in pain, the most disorienting pain she'd ever felt and her body began to convulse in pain as shraddha tenaciously held on, keeping her grip throughout disha's struggles.
Shraddha yanked disha's fleshy pussy lip up as she pulled it outward away from her body, threatening to rip a chunk of it off disha's body. Disha's pain-wracked body was forced to follow shraddha to the center of the room as shraddha wrenched her cunt lip up and down, leaving disha to moan in pain as she bounced from one foot to the other. Intensifying her pain, shraddha reared back with her left hand and began rocking disha with powerful openhanded slaps, splitting her lips and forcing disha patani upper body backward while pulling her hips forward with the painful grip on her pussy.
Disha had to clinch with shraddha to keep close to her or risk having part of her pussy ripped away. Realizing her dilemma, disha landed a hard punch to shraddha nose, a powerful haymaker, rocking shraddha kapoor. Shraddha chose her next punch carefully, lining a straight powerful shot that flattened shraddha left breast to her body. Shraddha winced, instinctively releasing her right hand from disha's cunt to protect her breast. Disha staggered away clutching her pussy to massage some of the fiery pain away.Then shraddha was on her again, slapping disha silly with slaps and backhands to her face. Disha was in serious trouble. Her greatest asset, her face, was being ruined by shraddha’s barrage of slaps that came in fast and stingingly hard. As shraddha’s hard open hands swept back and forth across her swollen face, disha's right eye closed to just a swollen slit. Then shraddha closed her hand in a fist and two huge punches tore into disha patani's head. Shraddha’s punches were hard and cruel, spinning disha's whole body left and then back right. Disha moaned aloud in pain and shock as she staggered sideways and crashed into the wall. Shraddha reached out and clapped her strong hands around both of disha's well-sculpted breasts. Using her nails, shraddha again began to jerk and twist disha pink nipples. She yanked disha patani's breasts, stretching and straining them away from her body. Disha's swollen breasts and nipples were stretched fully taut and she looked down in horror as her misshapen tits snapped back like over-extended rubber bands whenever shraddha let go. Disha moaned as shraddha turned, twisted, and pulled unmercifully on her reddened nipples. Blood and sweat glistened on disha patani's breasts, as she moaned in agony, the sides of her tits creasing as shraddha tugged them.
As shraddha's hands twisted and corkscrewed disha's tits, the deep scratches she’d inflicted earlier opened up and blood began to flow again, radiating out from the nipple and streaming across her breasts, making disha patani tits slippery. Shraddha kapoor again raked her nails roughly across the nipples, mashing the fattened, blood-engorged nipples flat between her strong fingers. Disha's nipples were hardy and extremely thick and shraddha kneaded them harshly between her fingers and ground in her fingernails. Disha leaned her head back, her eyes closed, moaning with every painful twist of her bleeding nipples.
Shraddha knew disha's breasts would never be the same again as she distorted them horribly in her grasp, crushing disha patani milk bags as disha sobbed and cried out in pain. Releasing her death-grip on disha's nipples, shraddha grabbed a handful of breast flesh in each hand with her sharp thumbnail on the upper slope of disha's breasts and started to dig her fingernails into the tender flesh at the bottom of each cone. Shraddha was clawing apart disha's tits as her nails bit in deep. Disha rolled her head to her right, groaning in pain while her breasts were being ravaged by her vicious enemy. Shraddha then reached up and began digging her nails back into the scratches and scoring on the top of disha's breasts as shraddha raked disha's tits down, opening them up again, causing blood to stream freely down over her rapidly pumping belly. Shraddha's nails and fingers were plunged deeply into the soft red meat of disha’s breasts, as she scratched her nails savagely over the burning nipples. Disha moaned and grunted from the ripping motion as shraddha's polished nails tore across her chest, her strong hands flattening disha's breasts against her hard body, then driving her nails deep. Disha's breasts opened up, covered with a thick coating of blood oozing out to mix with her sweat.
Both women were exhausted and in horrible pain, the fight having lasted far longer than either had expected. Both knew they couldn't last much longer. Shraddha's toned leg suddenly came blasting up, clobbering disha's cunt and causing disha to moan and collapse on her knees. Shraddha wasted no time. Shraddha pulled disha patani head down into her right knee that crushed her lips and crunched into disha's bloodied nose. Shraddha dropped to her knees beside disha patani and pushed her over on her back. She spread disha's shapely legs, pulled back her hands and, as disha moaned, shraddha in a last burst of strength, rammed her fist into the junction of disha's legs, her punch crunching deep into her wet, swollen cunt. Shraddha kapoor fist ripped disha apart, tearing into her insides and destroying her womanhood.
Disha patani sobbed in pain and rolled to her side, doubled over as shraddha ripped her strong fist out, disha feeling like shraddha just tore her pussy open. Roughly rolling disha back over onto her back, shraddha cocked her right fist again and took aim at what was left of disha's left breast.
Disha saw where shraddha was aiming and a look of abject horror crossed her face as she pleaded, "Please!! Not my breast shraddha! Don't!! You'll Kill Me!!"But shraddha’s fist was already on its way, plunging into the underside of disha's round breast. Disha screamed, hot agony making her body arch, her eyes wide in shock and pain, head thrown back as her scream echoing through the room. "Aaaaaaaaaaah! Oh God!! My breast! My BREAST!"Blood erupted over shraddha hand as disha's breast collapsed beneath it. Disha's body spasmed once in pain before her eyes rolled back into her head as she passed out. Only the slow rise and fall of her battered chest showed she'd survive to fight another day. Shraddha had destroyed disha's breasts exactly as she’d promised.
Shraddha kapoor got up in pain and kicked disha body 5 times and said never mess with me bitch, shraddha kapoor got dress and left victories.
Shraddha kapoor win.
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