Silvia vs Tally

Silvia did little more than smack and growl beneath her as she hammered her with her meaty fists, the fight quickly leaving her so she was easily squashed under her big ass. Silvia's thin arms thrashed wildly for a bit as she was forced to take in the smell of Tally's sweaty ass cheeks, but with her air already short, she couldn't even keep that up for long, trying weakly to bite her ass cheek in a last ditch effort. She coudlnt' even hear through the ass fat as the ref counted "1!"

Silvia did little more than smack and growl beneath her as she hammered her with her meaty fists, the fight quickly leaving her so she was easily squashed under her big ass. Silvia's thin arms thrashed wildly for a bit as she was forced to take in the smell of Tally's sweaty ass cheeks, but with her air already short, she couldn't even keep that up for long, trying weakly to bite her ass cheek in a last ditch effort. She coudlnt' even hear through the ass fat as the ref counted "1!"

Tally grinned as she felt Silvia weaken. She ground into Silvia as she felt the nipping on her butt. "Oh my! Still being bad!" She exclimed and leaned over and put a claw move on Silvia's groin, grabbing it hard as she used her other hand to tease her own nipple, letting out a loud moan of pleasure as she wettined from humiliating the Brit.

She didn't even realize the ref had woken up and was counting as she hit the "2!" count.

Silvia screamed into her snatch as she was clawed, thrashing powerlessly beneath her weight as she felt Tally wetten against her chin. "3!" The ref shouted. Gabby growled outside the ring as the bell rang, and Silvia clawed at her thick thighs to try and force her off as she idly raged under the fat ass

As soon as the ref counted to three, Tally seemed to becoem a whole different person. She leaped off of Silvia and cried out in joy. "Yay!" She exclaimed with a squeal. She bounced up and down, her big breasts flopping back and forth as she revelled in the moment, not even noticing that the two brits were there anymore.

"Fuck," Silvia cursed weakly, coughing in air desperately. She sent a glare at Gabby as the big girl bounced around her. Gabby mutely communicated her doubt with a glance, but Silvia nodded. Gabby did her best to slide quietly into the ring behind the bobbling model, trying to crouch behind her and slam an uppercut into her unprepared cunt.

Tally was far too busy enjoying her victory to notice Gabby slide into the ring. And when the fist slammed into her pussy, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened and she fell to her knees, gasping in pain as she collapsed to the ground, tears forming in her eyes as she struggled to massage her burning womanhood.

The crowd had just started to really cheer for Tally when they booed loudly as she went down, Gabby grunting as she rolled her sore muscles. She had to catch her breath before sending a kick into her big bely. "Fuckin' twat," she panted, reaching for Silvy but she waved her off. She was furious, but too wholly crushed by Tally for the moment and unable to do much but snarl at her at her level. "Have a fun celebration, cunt?" she growled as Gabby leaned on the ropes and sneered down at her

Tally rolled and groaned as she was kicked again. The intesnse pain and the fact that there was no more real reason for her to fight made her slow in her movements as she closed her eyes tightly and wished for it to be over.

Gabby looked to Silvia as she caught her breath, the implanted strategist holding up her hand and Gabby yanking her to her feet, though with audible grunt. Silvia made a point of putting a swift kick into Tally's belly. "You won't last long here, you crybaby blubbering little blubber pot," she spat (literally) this time on her. She'd grunt and hold her stomach, jerking her head for Gabby and her to help eachother from the ring.