Didi vs Rita

Didi let out a loud, offended shriek when her chest was groped and exposed, thrashing her shoulders in blind resistance. "Stoooop you big fucking bitch!" she snapped, hair whipping wildly beneath her head as she tried to reach up and claw Rita's chest in reply, so long as her own hands or legs didn't stop her first.

Rita paid her leather-clad hand onto Didi's exposed left breast, ready to start working her out, but was interrupted when her own chest was clawed. She growled in response, looking angrily at Didi. "You want to play like this, huh?" Didi was proving out to be quite the bad girl; she should be punished accordingly. Her grip tightened around Didi's breast, burying her fingers into the soft flesh and kneading to induce some pain on the outspoken slut.

"Damn riAIIIIEEEEE!" Didi shrieked when her tit was squeezed without mercy, feeling blinded by the pain and thrashing her head around. "AAAAA I'M SORRY! I'M SOREEEE!" she squealed for mercy, swinging her arms in desperate slaps at her arms.

Rita grinned when Didi started screaming in pain, and her grisp only became slightly more bearable. She didn't want to spend all of Didi's strength right away; after all, it would do no good if she fainted before her climax. "You showed no manners until now", she teased. "You do realize that now I have to discipline you, right?" While she spoke, her hand continued punishing Didi's boob, unfettered by her slaps.

"Ahhhhaa, YESSSS!" she wailed submissively, caught up in her torment and kicking her feet wildly. "Yes yes just let gooooo!" she moaned pathetically, the crowd cheering or chuckling for the most part to see the cheater getting a taste of her own.

Rita reveled in seeing Didi, so haughty before, now plead like a little child. Her hand started squeezing her breast weaker; it didn't stop, though, so the pain was always at a noticeable level, at least. At the same time, she grabbed Didi's other breast. Instead of torturing this one as well, she started caressing it, so that Didi would feel pleasure from one side of her body and pain from the other.

Didi squealed out loud and wriggled, as if trying to lean to one side or the other in search for some comfort, only to fail and try the other. Her nipples grew hard from the pleasurable rubbing, making her tits just more sensitive and making her squeezing still painful. "Ohhhh, stooop damn you..." she mewled

"Huh? Giving me an... order?" Rita punctuated the last word with a stronger twist to Didi's left breast, then let go of it all of a sudden, inspecting the naked and erect nipple. "I make the rules here, slut." Still caressing her right breast, Rita lowered her own body and took Didi's left nipple with her mouth, rolling it with her tongue. Her teeth touched it gently; it wasn't biting, but rather the threat of a bite in case Didi didn't cooperate.

'AHHHHHAHAHAAANNH!" Didi shrieked like a child at the cruel twist. Didi whimpered loudly when her nip was squeezed by her teeth, nodding in understanding. "Yes! Yes! Yes, Didi, please! I'll listen!"

Rita lifted her eyes without taking her mouth off Didi's breast, looking at her with a smile. She eased the pressure from her teeth, so that they almost didn't touch Didi's nipple. Almost. She grabbed the captive tit to get a better handle of it, then started sucking earnestly on the nipple, wanting to see Didi's reaction to this sexual attack.