Trash Talk

The two faces entered the ring, making sure to shake hands right off. It was nothing personal, just a match for the fans. Mama wore the shortest of shorts and a tube top that did little to cover anything more than her nipples, considering her gigantic tits. Booty had simply worn a black bra and spandex pants that clung to her huge ass like a second skin.

As they waited the bell, the women grew anxious for the fight. “Ready to have that giant ass handed to you, little girl?!” Mama called across the ring.
Rochell smirked and turned away from her opponent, leaning on the turnbuckle and shaking her ass. “Kiss my black ass, bitch. My badonkadonk’s gonna crush those itty bitty titties of yours.”

Mama Luv leaned back on the turnbuckle, licking her lips. “You know I’ve dreamed of spanking an ass like that….” she said lustfully.
“And I’m dyin’ to milk those jugs of yours dry,” purred Rochell, puckering her lips into a long-range kiss over her shoulder.

“Ready, ladies?” Rochell smacked her butt cheeks with both hands, her ass jiggling wildly. Mama pounded her fists on her bosom, her breasts wobbling freely with no regard for her top.

“Last woman conscious or to make her enemy surrender wins. Nowwwww fight!”