Racy Tracy vs. Lady Lakota-Skinny Jeans match

"I could ask the same" Rachel reply seductively. She kept swaying erotically as Janet reached down around her waist. As soon as her hands were occupied squeezing her rump-oh how Rachel loved the feeling-and fiddling with her button, she bounced her palms against the girl's breasts. Hoping the surprise boob bop would distract her, she dropped down as her hands tried to pry between her body and the denim jeans.

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Janet chuckled. “I guess weâ€re just a couple of impossibly lucky bitches,” she observed, as she continued to work on the button with one hand and squeeze Tracyâ€s pert bottom with the other. The pants were incredibly tight, however, and as pleasing as that made the redhead to look at, it made it incredibly difficult to unbutton them. It was as if Tracy was poured into them!

Suddenly, Janet felt two firm impacts, one on each breast, and she stumbled back, shocked. “Hey!” Janet gasped, as Tracy started trying to get her hands into Janetâ€s pants. The girl would find, however, that the jeans were just as snug on Janet as they were on her. “That was a lousy trick. But, since you started it, I must say Iâ€ve been dying to play with those perky breasts of yours ever since I laid my eyes on them.”

Janet dropped down to her opponentâ€s level and thrust grabbed a handful of breast with each hand, squeezing sensually.

Rachel grinned. "Well, yours were so inviting I couldn't help myself." she giggled. The giddy mask hid her annoyance at the sheer taughtness exhibited by the Lakota girl's jeans. Sexy as hell, but a bitch to get off. She wrapped her fingers through the belt loops and tugged-even if it didn't work she hoped to bring the girl to her level.

Janet giggled as Tracy got ahold of her belt loops and tugged, trying in vain to find some space between the Native American girl and her skinny jeans. “Why, thank you, Tracy. Itâ€s always nice to know that my breasts are appreciated,” Janet replied, with a laugh. “Howâ€s it going with my jeans, by the way? Having some trouble?”

She released Rachelâ€s right breast and reached down, trying to get her fingers between the smoking hot redheadâ€s hips and her jeans. It was a struggle. It might have even been impossible. What would happen if neither girl could get the pants off the other? How long would they have to go before they called it a draw? “Iâ€ve got to compliment you, once again, on your body, Tracy. If you werenâ€t such a curvy bombshell, it might not be this difficult to get you out of your pants.”

Rachel blushed. "Why thank you, my Lady." she giggled. The two girls were on their knees now, both fighting to pull the other's pants off. Rachel was ready though-it wasn't called a skinny jean wrestling match for nothing.

Without warning she reached around Lakota's left side behind the girl. Wrapping her left arm behind the indian's neck, she leaned backwards and flipped the girl head under heals. The denim creaked and groaned as Rachel used the move she hoped would surprise the brunette long enough to give her some time to plan the disrobing.

Janet had just managed to slip the tip of a single finger in between Rachelâ€s pants and her body when she suddenly found herself flipped, landing hard on her back, her rear end sticking up in the air right in front of the redhead. Janet shook her head, confused for just an instant, trying to recover her bearings and get back at her opponent for that little move. “Nice one…” she moaned, biting her lip as she looked up at her opponent.

“Hope you enjoy this lovely little up close and personal experience with my ass. Not many girls get a chance like this. Savor it while you can,” she teased. She brought a finger up to her mouth, chewing lightly on the nail as she presented her butt to Rachel. “As a matter of fact, Iâ€ll give you the honor of touching it. Just run your fingers along it, or press your nose against the denim and take a deep whiff…just know that this is the ass youâ€ll be having dreams about for months.”

Rachel gazed down at the sultry look on Janet's face. The redhead leaned close and kissed her forehead. "Oh I'll do more than dream about it." she whispered. She gave the beautiful ass a firm squeeze with both hands, then worked her fingers to the small of Lakota's back. Using the small space to her advantage, she reached her fingers inside and tugged.

Janet giggled as her opponent gave her ass a good squeeze. “Oh, Racy Tracy, itâ€s been far too long since anybodyâ€s touched me like that…once I take you home as my prisoner, Iâ€ll make you worship my butt this way all night long!” she declared. “I donâ€t know if I could sleep tonight without your tender touch.”

As Rachel found the small of her back, though, Janet realized that she may have finally found a way to start pulling the denim pants off. Though the movement was ever so slight, she did indeed feel the jeans move down her body, by perhaps a quarter of an inch. This isnâ€t good, she thought, immediately rolling away and getting to her knees. As she did, she would hike the jeans back up until they rested on her hips in their original position.

“Nice try, sweetie, but Iâ€m not that easy,” Janet chided. She knee-walked closer to Rachel, until they were chest to chest. “By the way, that kiss that you planted on my forehead? I think you missed,” she added, leaning in and pressing her lips against Racy Tracyâ€s. As she did, she would reach around the girlâ€s back, trying to find the small of her back to begin pulling the skinny jeans down.

Rachel's eyes widened in surprise as Janet locked her lips to the redhead's. The sweet taste and warmth dazed her, but the feel of those slender hands probing for the small of her back brought her back to reality. She closed her eyes, wrapped one hand behind the Lakota's head and the other behind her back to embrace her. Suddenly she felt the string cord on the brunette's bikini. Still locked in a kiss, Rachel grinned and yanked the cord.

Janet felt the cord on her bikini pulled, and, when it came loose, she felt the cool air of the arena cause her nipples to harden as her top fluttered down to the mat, landing between the two kissing girls. “You fantastic bitch,” she said, breaking the kiss. “Youâ€re just full of great ideas, arenâ€t you? Well, you asked for it, sweetie—weâ€re both finishing this match topless.”

With one hand, she would try to yank on her opponentâ€s cord, revealing Rachelâ€s breasts to the crowd just as Rachel had revealed hers. If she could, Janet would snatch up her opponentâ€s bikini top and stuff it, with some difficulty, into her back pocket. “You know, I think Iâ€m going to keep this,” she would say with a smile. “I think itâ€s just about my size.”