Akira had been baited, insulted and irritated – day in and day out, until finally, she accepted Yasmine’s challenge to a titfight.
It was foolish and foolhardy, for in a pressing of chests, the Asian was no match for her African American rival. And as each hold and slide – bounce and bash was applied and rebutted, the truth of her own comparative weakness became apparent to Akira. Leaving only the shame and yet bliss of lying beneath her rival, buried under her magnificent ebony breasts.
All as the trapped Asian whimpered….
All as the baited woman moaned….