What do you decide to do next?
Trying to make her submit to the cold
You decide this is the best bet to win without showing off your trump card. Is to make her to cold to think. You hope to make it through the tournament without using your power. You dodge the plane part moving in on the large chested dump truck of an ass Muslim.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She said lunging outward to grab you.
You sidestep while digging a hand into her shirt. You rip through bringing forth her monumental brown melons. She faces you with a fit of displeasure. A huge red vein popped across her forehead. You catch her body immediately flinching from the harsh fabricated cold.

"Ahhh." She mutters.
"You know I'm aiming for you to sound like that. When your riding this huge white cock you Taliban rag-wearing slut." You said attempting to break her down while developing distance between you guys.
Violet screams out while propelling herself toward you at a breakneck speed. You see the heel of her feet kicking off at you.
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