Chichi's caught off guard

Chichi kicks Emily onto her stomach, sitting on her back and pulling on her legs. She folds them across eachother, forcing her bones to work against eachother. Emily was in agony, her heavenly voice screaming out in pain.

"That's it! Make all the racket you want, baby face. Cuz those pipes won't be so noisy when I get my wet little pussy wrapped around them!" Chichi taunted her, yelling over her own screams. "Like my moves, stink snatch? I got some practice in when I made Kimmy invite her new boyfriend over to my house so I could slaughter them both at once."

Emily screamed harder when Chichi grabbed her hair and pulled viciously. What Chichi wasn't expecting was just how loud she could scream. It wasn't quite a Banshee Shriek, but just as affective. Chichi was at ground zero for her enormous voice, suddenly yelping and holding her ears.

Chichi released the hold to cover her ears, rolling off the choirgirl rapidly. Emily whimpered and got to her feet, but saw how affective she was doing. She loudly belted out some of the noisier hymns she could think of, Chichi squirming on the ground like it was an exorcism. Emily was steamed enough now to throw several kicks into Chichi's flat chest during her downbeats, even doing a bit of a dance herself on Chichi's tiny tummy for payback.