Tasha Veith vs Martha Sharp

"Ghn!!" She gasped as she's bucked back slowly, and tries to pull away, hoping to slam her breasts hard, but she couldn't get away far enough to get a good thrust, and suddenly realized that this was a bad decision for her. .oO(Shit...)

Martha grinned wickedly enough to feel surprised she wasn't laughing. She had never lost a tit fight in her apartment matches, and this cartoon character of a stereotype wasn't going to best her at her own game.

"Say I've got the best chest," she grunted, trying to force Tasha back further. "Say it or I'll MAKE you say it."

"Grrhnn..." She growled as she's forced back more and more. Then she reared her head back to try and slam her head into her breasts before letting go of Martha's hands and backing away from her. "Like i said... Bigger isn't always better."

"Agh!" Martha grunted loudly as Tasha's head crashed into her sternum, disorienting her enough to stagger a step back and lose the grapple. "Dirty cheating bitch," she spat. "I had your tits right where I wanted 'em."

She'd try to move in with a hand to grab Tasha hair, or a shoulder if she had to, and use it to swing herself forward to angrily knee her in the belly.

Tasha chuckled a little. "Maybe a little bit." She replied, but then was caught by the hair. She clenched her teeth, trying to pull away, but was then nailed hard in the gut, enough to make her feet lift from the ground, but she managed to stay on her feet. She glared up at her, trying to punch at the forearm, hoping to hit a nerve. "Now you've done it..."

"Ungh!" The cougar's arm spasmed as she was hit near her elbow joint, releasing her grip but ripping a few violet hairs out with her.

She tossed them aside with a wave of her hand. "You've got no idea, tramp," she snarled, shifting her weight to try and throw a kick at Tasha's thigh, hoping to put her off balance enough to move in for a hip toss.

"Yeow!!" She shouts, but tries to back off from her, and avoids the kick to her thigh. Then she'll try to lunge in to tackle her around the waist. "Grh! Bring it on, Grandma!" She shot back, losing her cool against this woman now.

"OOF!"

Martha was speared to the mat, landing on her back but fire springing into her eyes. "Grandma!? I'll show YOU grandma, you ugly little twat!"

She'd wrap her legs loosely around Tasha, just enough to hold her in place against her body and start throwing all the elbows she could down on her upper back, neck, and head region, more at home rolling hectically on the mat in her catfight stye.

"Arrhh!!" She cried out as she started taking elbows left and right, unable to even cover herself up. Her only way she retaliated was for her to reach up and rake her sharp nails down Martha's face. "Who the hell are you calling ugly, Saggy Breasts?!" She hissed up at her.

The nails missed her eyes, but nonetheless stung her face and made her recoil. "Arghh!" she snapped as her glasses were shoved off balance. She'd ignore them and swing herself to the side, trying to roll Tasha onto her back so she could send a blow across her cheek in bitter vengeance. "That face takes an hour to make every morning, you fucking cow!"