"She is only a bimbo", She thought, "an empty-headed, an easy-to-get girl, with a pair of gorgeous buttocks". She had seen the photographs in that frothy magazine. Her lover was fascinated with beautiful behinds, She knew that. And this was all: a rear-affair...
She knocked the door of her own apartment - in fact, it was a co-ownership with her lover. She lived in Paris - since She had become one of the most important European chefs de cuisine. He remained in Madrid. And each two months they spent a week there in Barcelona, making sex furiously, fleeing from their boring marriages...
"Only a floozy", She confirmed to herself, when that marvelous girl clad in a two-piece gym gear opened the door without any caution, and laughed at her: "yes?".
- I am the owner of this apartment, and I came only to settle my differences with you, that is, I will fight against you - and She entered the apartment, passing through the astonished bimbo.
- What? - said the girl - I am not understanding.
- You do not understand the main point: he loves strong, decisive women, not a bimbo like you. You are a coward, I can read it in your eyes, you are afraid of me, of getting beaten up.
- Hey, this is an absurd. Hey, I will go away, ok?, if it is better. I am really sorry for I do not know about you and him...
- Shut up and fight like a woman - She said, closing the door behind her, turning the key and putting it into her top (She was also wearing an gymnastic outfit).
She went into her: - are you ready?
- I do not want to fight! - cried the bimbo - It was only a mistake...
- Shut up - She said, shoving her and assuming a boxeur position, only to compel that idiot hot lassie to do the same, in order to start the fight.
She, aged 40, was a skilled street fighter in her youth and a former mediocre pro-wrestler. It was because this mediocrity that She had abandoned pro-wrestling and become a refined cook, having been climbed to the top of her métier.
She put the young bimbo easily in a hammerlock and tortured her a little, punishing her joints and pulling her lovely blonde hair. The cutie lassie cried soom her submission...
She knocked the door of her own apartment - in fact, it was a co-ownership with her lover. She lived in Paris - since She had become one of the most important European chefs de cuisine. He remained in Madrid. And each two months they spent a week there in Barcelona, making sex furiously, fleeing from their boring marriages...
"Only a floozy", She confirmed to herself, when that marvelous girl clad in a two-piece gym gear opened the door without any caution, and laughed at her: "yes?".
- I am the owner of this apartment, and I came only to settle my differences with you, that is, I will fight against you - and She entered the apartment, passing through the astonished bimbo.
- What? - said the girl - I am not understanding.
- You do not understand the main point: he loves strong, decisive women, not a bimbo like you. You are a coward, I can read it in your eyes, you are afraid of me, of getting beaten up.
- Hey, this is an absurd. Hey, I will go away, ok?, if it is better. I am really sorry for I do not know about you and him...
- Shut up and fight like a woman - She said, closing the door behind her, turning the key and putting it into her top (She was also wearing an gymnastic outfit).
She went into her: - are you ready?
- I do not want to fight! - cried the bimbo - It was only a mistake...
- Shut up - She said, shoving her and assuming a boxeur position, only to compel that idiot hot lassie to do the same, in order to start the fight.
She, aged 40, was a skilled street fighter in her youth and a former mediocre pro-wrestler. It was because this mediocrity that She had abandoned pro-wrestling and become a refined cook, having been climbed to the top of her métier.
She put the young bimbo easily in a hammerlock and tortured her a little, punishing her joints and pulling her lovely blonde hair. The cutie lassie cried soom her submission...
- No submission here, bitch. I want to thrash you for a while...
Notwithstanding the beggings for mercy of the poor chick, She continued the torture, applying pressure on the wrist, elbow and shoulder, twisting them strongly.
The bimbo was a pushover, who got a big ass, a pair of nice tits and legs, a pretty face and hair... well, she was really wonderful... she had no superior intelligence, however, no Will to Power, and, thus, cried like a toddler...
- Shut up, you Last Woman!
The bimbo stop crying for a while to ask, with a sincere interrogative (and sexy) air:
- Why Last Woman?
She did not answer, obviously; the bimbo should ask that to Zarathustra.
Instead, She shoved that bundle of rags to the floor, and applied her a perfect figure-four leg lock. For half an hour, She kept her victim under excruciating pain, pushing the floozy's body slightly upwards and leaving it down periodically, just to add suffering. It was a pleasure to feel that humiliated butt against her foot each time She put pressure...
The bimbo contorted herself and groaned uninterruptedly:
- Are you orgasming, bitch? Good...
When She decided that the torture session had lasted enough, She released her prey and then mounted on her, thumped her on the face twice, like in the pic below, what put the poor bimbo into a groggy state:
Afterwards, She turned the bimbo on her belly and stripped her...
Oh, gosh, that butt really deserved a stiffened dick into... The dick in question, however, was not in her plans to be shared...
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