Sandy tears into her

Sandy's eyes went cold and her claws shot up, digging into Peppy's tits. She shrieked and pulled on Sandy's hair, but she just twisted harder and made the Asian release her grip and try to run off of her. Sandy still held tight, scissoring her nipple between her index and middle finger.

"AAAAAAGH! STOP! STOP!" Peppy wailed and thrashed.

"I'm going to slice those tits off, you talentless tramp," Sandy spat, rising and headbutting Peppy in the belly. She stumbled back and tripped over Sandy's feet, the dizzy Indian woman staggering to her feet. Both girls breathed heavy and glared daggers at the other.