Back and forth it was until one fell into the other’s lap. A struggle by each to take to offense and hurt their rival, until breasts came down over lips and nose. Both striking and catching their enemy in holds, until suddenly it all stopped.
Until one caught the other in a smother her opponent could not escape. It was then that they slowed. With she on top holding her rival’s face to her breasts, countering her attempts to turn her head and escape. And with she on bottom, straining to breathe, to see, pushing at her enemy to free herself, though to no avail.
