Kjerstin caught off guard

Kjerstin had a plan. A good plan, or at least she thought so. Kalisha clearly didn’t think she could put up a fight. The muscled woman probably thought the bikini-clad Swedish girl would walk away, or be too afraid to put up a fight. So Kjerstin thought Kalisha would never expect her to throw a high kick with one of her long, toned legs.

Unfortunately for Kjerstin, her opponent did expect her. In one moment, the ebony woman had ducked under Kjerstin’s kick. Then Kalisha threw a hard punch right between the blond girl’s legs.

“AWW-HAWWGH!!” Kjerstin gasped out as she fell forward, onto her knees. She was stunned from both shock and pain, and all she could do was stuff both hands between her legs and tenderly massage the front of her yellow bikini bottoms. “Ooohh...oof...mmm....owww,” she softly moaned as she rubbed her aching clit. She definitely hurt, but for some reason Kjerstin couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal, deep down. “Not fair... Why you do that...?”

“Welcome to America, bitch!” Kalisha taunted. “We like to fight dirty, here! Like this!” Then she pulled on Kjerstin’s ponytail hard, eliciting a squeak from the helpless blonde, before slamming the back of her head on the mats.

The impact dazed Kjerstin and left her vision blurry from tears. She muttered a few words in her native Swedish language, hoping for a miracle as she looked up at the gym’s ceiling. “Det här är dåligt (This is bad).... Owww...” Her head ached. Her cunt was still throbbing. But those turned out to be the least of her worries.

Kalisha kneeled down and straddled the helpless blonde, keeping each of her dark burly legs on either side of Kjerstin. She used her left hand to pin both of the Swedish girl’s hands above her head, confident that she could pin down Kjerstin’s petite arms with little effort. Kalisha then slapped Kjerstin across the face with her free hand. “What did I say, girl? Black girls always beat sexy little white bitches!”

Kjerstin couldn’t even get a word out before she felt her ample cleavage get slapped. Her boobs jiggled with each impact, somehow managing to not slip out of her skimpy blue triangle bikini top. Kjerstin moaned as she again felt that feeling of arousal through the pain. Deep down, she liked getting dominated by the strong, dark-skinned woman.

But there was still plenty of fight in her. Kjerstin thrashed her legs as she struggled to break free from the pin. Kalisha then started punching the blonde’s stomach to keep her still. “No...! I-ow! Won’t...oof...lose...augh!” One punch knocked the wind out of her. “Oomph! Oohhh...”

Kalisha only laughed at Kjerstin’s predicament. “You? Win? I dunno Swedish bitch, I’m kinda kicking your ass right now...”