take Kimmy down hard

Chichi stripped out of her clothes eagerly. Her tiny, flat-chested body was surprisingly toned for its size, but she was inarguably the smaller girl.

“Come on, shit stain. Woman enough to fight a little kid in the nude?” Chichi taunted.
Kimmy stripped out of what remained of her clothes. “Little kid, eh? Not last I heard…”

While Kimmy’s head was covered in her shirt, Chichi speared her back into the mud. She pummeled Kimmy’s ribs on both sides with her little fists.

“Don’t you DARE talk about that, you PATHETIC CUNT RAG!” Chichi raged like a girl possessed. Kimmy had just hit all her wrong buttons. She sat on Kimmy’s chest, pulling her legs upward and spreading them so she had a bird’s eye view (and a perfect target) of Kim’s pussy. She smashed her fist into it repeatedly, Kimmy thrashing and scratching at her back desperately to break out. She managed to lock her hands around Chichi’s pig tails, pulling back on them with all her weight.

Chichi screamed in response, grabbing her hair to try and reduce the pain but only allowing Kimmy to pull her off of her. The lean little Asian was coated in mud as well now, with fire in her eyes.