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1024x768 pixels or larger.This rematch is one that has been long overdue! Mutiny and Samantha wrestled
for us for the first time a couple years ago. The rivalry between these two bootylicious beauties has remained a serious matter for each of them. One wants
to humiliate the other even worse than before, and the other wants to exact her
revenge so the other will know that she may have won a battle but lost the war.
The girls meet wearing bikini tops and sexy miniskirts in a secluded
apartment with mats ready for the fight to prove who is the best fighter.
Taunting one another, they strip out of their miniskirts. Samantha at 5 ft. 10
in. has a huge height advantage, so Mutiny wastes no time in tackling her down
to the mat. Mutiny attacks are strong, but Samantha fights back. Soon tops are
removed both forcefully and voluntarily, and lots of tight, close, body to body,
breast to breast, crotch against crotch struggling ensues, as this is a pins
only match.
Each woman wanted for this to be as close to a private encounter as
possible, as if there were no one present, and only
themselves in the room to prove once and for all who is really the superior wrestler.
No referee was involved, and each girl must count slowly up to 10 to achieve a
point.
This match is full of verbal taunting, breast clawing and mauling (sometimes
fondling?), tight
headlocks, nelsons, a painful boston crab, grapevines, super tight on the face
schoolgirl pins, a lot of breast smothering. And Mutiny never disappoints with
her interesting arsenal of quick and calculated holds.
As the match wears on, it turns very erotic since the girls become obviously
aroused and turned on by the breast grabbing, grinding, tight contact and full body presses used to
dominate. Mutiny's sexy trash talking ("Are you enjoying this, because I know I
am!") as she wears down Samantha's defenses and Samantha's whimpers and moans
raised the temperature in the room like an oven. Both girls struggle and strain
until one is completely exhausted and one is the dominant woman. In the end of
the match, each woman knows and will never forget exactly what her place is.
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