The Schoolgirl

After enough tugging from both sides, Candy's able to take control of the situation and her adversary, sending Juliet into a corner, the impact of which finally frees her from the cheerleader's grip. "Ugh...finally!" Not taking a break for long, and not giving one to Juliet, the redhead goes to work with vicious kicks to the cheerleader's gut that slowly settles her into a seat on the middle turnbuckle. "Teach! You! To! Fuck! With me!" The schoolgirl raised her foot up against Juliet's throat, briefly **** the cheerleader, but really setting her back up in the corner.

Juliet gasped for air once freed, but her relief would be brief as after having her arms securely draping the top rope, felt the sting of a Knife-Edge Chop to her chest. "Aah!" A second would soon follow, as would a third, each forcing the cheerleader to gasp in pain as her breasts jiggled under her cheerleading top...which caught Candy Cane's attention. "Hah...hah...y...yes...?"

"You know...you must be feeling real stuffy with this thing on," says Candy before grabbing the bottom and pulling up on Juliet's cheerleading top.

"H-Hey! Stop tha- *SMACK* AAH!" With her top pulled upwards, her pink bra was exposed to the sting of Candy Cane's chops to her chest, and the schoolgirl was going to take advantage of that. "AAH! OW! GAH!"

"Aww...what's the matter? Does it hurt?" Candy asked in a mocking tone before doubling the cheerleader over with a knee, not only to weaken her further but to finish the job, ripping the cheerleader's top off of the blonde. "Oh man, all this work has me sweaty," Candy said as she'd use the clothing article to wipe herself from head...to chest...to under each arm, and with a devilish grin, between her legs.

"Oh, how rude of me; you could use some wiping off too, right?"

"N-No, it's alright! I'm fine! I don't need to be... MMF! UGH! GROSS!" Juliet could do little to prevent having her top shoved into her face, fully coated in the scent of a schoolgirl...who might've forgotten about the first girl she placed her focus on. A barmaid who used her time to recover, pull her panties back up under her skirt, and was poised to strike.