Trisha has never been afraid of anything. She was used to get everything she wanted. At home as an only child, at school as a top student and now at work. She is a whole package: smart, beautiful and fit. And she had huge tits which made her very proud.
When her young body started to develop in high school she was introduced into a new hobby: titfighting. She certainly had the right kind of boobs to fight against other busty girls of her age. And she figured out the fighting technique right away, she was a natural talent!
At university she had starting to create reputation as a titfighter who has never lost. Her tits grew even bigger and it looked like the other girls her age wasn’t good enough to make her even sweat. At her last year if university she even fighted against a busty female professor, who was getting tired of this smutty young lady disturbing her lessons. When the older woman cried her submission after a long and hard fight, Trisha was in Seventh Heaven. She felt like she could do anything with a great pair of boobs and good attitude.
At work life she quickly learned how to use her looks and assets to get promoted and rise in the hierarchy. She even titfighted against few female office managers and the wives of her supervisors to get bigger projects to lead. After few years she was even nominated as a candidate for Vice President of the firm. Everything had gone as well as possible and she still didn’t know nothing to fear.
Then there was another candidate. Few years older afro-American woman who had lot of similair with Trisha starting from good looks, clever mind and big strong tits. They took an instant dislike to each others and the rivalry was born. Their work quality was so even that you couldn’t say which one would be better choice as a new Vice President. At last week of the recruiting process, Trisha made an suggestion about making the choice between them with a titfight: Winner would be the new Vice President of the firm.
Out of the blue, her rival accepted the suggestion with a huge smile. Titfighting wasn’t a new thing to her. She was actually pretty fucking good at it. So at Friday night when all the others from office had gone home, the two rivals prepared to a fight of their lives. They had agreed to fight at the new office of the future Vice President.
In heels, stockings and thongs the two big-titted rivals battled in the biggest fight they have ever been. The quiet office filled with sounds of clicking heels, colliding tits, grunts and cursing. The fight went on longer than they had ever fought. The tired and sore titfighters were both so close to giving up when one of them lost her position.
Trisha was pushed against the wall. Her rival grabbed both of her wrists and started banging her tits against the other counterpart with rock solid slams. It was too much for Trisha. She cried the submission while been mushroomed against the wall of her rivals new office. And now she felt it for the first time of her life: fear.
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Trisha has never been afraid of anything. She was used to get everything she wanted. At home as an only child, at school as a top student and now at work. She is a whole package: smart, beautiful and fit. And she had huge tits which made her very proud.
When her young body started to develop in high school she was introduced into a new hobby: titfighting. She certainly had the right kind of boobs to fight against other busty girls of her age. And she figured out the fighting technique right away, she was a natural talent!
At university she had starting to create reputation as a titfighter who has never lost. Her tits grew even bigger and it looked like the other girls her age wasn’t good enough to make her even sweat. At her last year if university she even fighted against a busty female professor, who was getting tired of this smutty young lady disturbing her lessons. When the older woman cried her submission after a long and hard fight, Trisha was in Seventh Heaven. She felt like she could do anything with a great pair of boobs and good attitude.
At work life she quickly learned how to use her looks and assets to get promoted and rise in the hierarchy. She even titfighted against few female office managers and the wives of her supervisors to get bigger projects to lead. After few years she was even nominated as a candidate for Vice President of the firm. Everything had gone as well as possible and she still didn’t know nothing to fear.
Then there was another candidate. Few years older afro-American woman who had lot of similair with Trisha starting from good looks, clever mind and big strong tits. They took an instant dislike to each others and the rivalry was born. Their work quality was so even that you couldn’t say which one would be better choice as a new Vice President. At last week of the recruiting process, Trisha made an suggestion about making the choice between them with a titfight: Winner would be the new Vice President of the firm.
Out of the blue, her rival accepted the suggestion with a huge smile. Titfighting wasn’t a new thing to her. She was actually pretty fucking good at it. So at Friday night when all the others from office had gone home, the two rivals prepared to a fight of their lives. They had agreed to fight at the new office of the future Vice President.
In heels, stockings and thongs the two big-titted rivals battled in the biggest fight they have ever been. The quiet office filled with sounds of clicking heels, colliding tits, grunts and cursing. The fight went on longer than they had ever fought. The tired and sore titfighters were both so close to giving up when one of them lost her position.
Trisha was pushed against the wall. Her rival grabbed both of her wrists and started banging her tits against the other counterpart with rock solid slams. It was too much for Trisha. She cried the submission while been mushroomed against the wall of her rivals new office. And now she felt it for the first time of her life: fear.