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Beach Bitch Brawl | peccavi | 5

 

The brunette gasped with surprise as the older woman yanked her by the hair, she groaned as she hit the sand hard, she spat sand as she got to her knees and as she stood up she yelled at the blonde’s mother. “It’s a pity no one spanked her butt, if someone had she wouldn’t be the bratty bitch she is today, she wouldn’t go round barging into people as if she owned the world. No, if you had been a good mother perhaps she would have been a good daughter”

She stood her hands on her hips as she looked the older woman up and down “she hardly looks older then late 30s, slim waist, not much fat- shit she’s slimmer then me. She has some muscles where it matters, but she’s a smoker, she won’t last. I can take her And she’s another blonde, and do I like smashing blondes’.

The blonde’s mother glared back “shut your trap bitch, its not for you to stick your nose where its not wanted. Fat assed bitches like you should keep away.”

“Oh yeah? Why?” sneered the brunette closing the gap between herself and the older woman. “I tanned your daughter’s pathetic ass. You should have given her some manners, or maybe taught her to fight.” The brunette stepped closer yet. “And the only reason her father doesn’t spank her is cuz she doesn’t know who he is. Neither do you. Trailer trash whore with a kid at 17- yeah I got you picked.”

The blonde’s mom stood her ground “Hell you’re only jealous cuz you’re a fat whore, you’d love to have the figure I have but you don’t so you go round picking on other people. Well like I said someone should put your sorry ass in its place. And that someone will be me.” She stepped closer to the brunette. The two women were only a couple of inches apart. "Now get lost or I’ll beat the shit out of you, and yeah it might take a while cuz you’re full of it.”

The brunette almost trembled, she had expected the older woman to back off. She was sure the blonde’s mom was only sounding off. Now she knew better. Now she realised just how much fighting the blonde had taken out of her, how tired she was how sore her muscles were. Now too she realised how much cred she would lose by backing off. She knew she had to stare down this older woman, she had too much to lose in fighting. But now too she realised she might not have that option, she might have to fight. She tensed her body.

 

do they fight?


          Fresh Mom v Tired brunette

          the brunette wins again

 
 
 

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