Kimmy clashes

Kimmy swung a bottle at Xelda, the **** flying from its top and splashing her in the eyes. Xelda yelled and staggered back, briefly blinded. Kimmy lowered her head and rammed it into Xelda’s gut, plowing her onto the dance floor as she swung wildly, working her sides and ribs with her fists.

Before even totally getting her sight back, Xelda swung both her fists down on Kimmy’s back, smashing her to the floor and damaging the tiles. Kimmy moaned and held her back, Xelda grabbing her by the pigtails and held her up the in air by them.

“So nice of you to have handles installed. Will come in handy when I fuck that perky young ass of yours later.” She slapped Kimmy several times.
“In hell, you old fart!” Kimmy snapped, lashing out her legs and locking them around Xelda’s neck. She hung upside down, entirely suspended by Xelda’s neck muscles as she dangled between her breasts. Her skirt and shirt fell towards the ground in this position, but Kimmy was too set on winning, and probably wouldn’t care anyway. The standing leg scissors were starting to **** out the cougar alien.