Chichi fights dirty

Chichi lunged again, her tiny frame clearly tired for her lacking muscle mass. Emily was having an easier time dodging this time. She even ventured a slap, spinning Chichi completely around.

“OW! Damn bitch!” Chichi snapped and rubbed her cheek. Emily giggled and kicked her in the butt, knocking her onto her face with her ass in the air.

“Ohmigod! I’m really doing it! This is so great!” Emily cheered gleefully.

Chichi spun around and swung once, Emily hopping back readily. Chichi’s other arm then threw sand into her face from her skirt, giving Emily a blinding blast to the face with the stuff.

“AIIEEEE!” Emily tried rubbing it from her eyes as Chichi ran into the ropes, bouncing back and jump kicking the choir girl in the cunt with both feet. Emily dropped to her knees, holding her crotch and screaming. Chichi bicycle kicked her in the chin, putting her on her back and leaping after her.

Chichi landed feet first on Emily’s stomach, bouncing up and down like a trampoline. “Your big fat belly’s so bouncy! I could do this all day!”