Unbridled Fury

Imogen practically threw herself over the table when the buzzer sounded. Five-and-a-half minutes to claim her revenge. Her tits bounced as she chased Alma around the table. She didn’t get far, and Imogen tackled her hard into the sofa.

Alma yelled as she crunched against the sofa and found herself pinned down underneath the dancer with a vengeance on her mind. Imogen grasped her by a handful of hair from the front and delivered a hard slap to Alma.

The blow snapped her back. Imogen did it again. She only wanted to cause her the maximum pain possible. Imogen readjusted herself, the crotches of their panties touching as Alma was flattened against the material of the sofa.

“Come here, tiny tits.”

Imogen took the front of Alma’s bra in her hands and jerked it toward her. It held, but Alma’s nipples became visible for a moment. The redhead didn’t even have the chance to scream this time as Imogen jerked her so hard that Alma was forced off the sofa and to her feet. Imogen put her whole weight into pulling back one last time, and the bra snapped in the middle.

She wrested the bra from Alma’s arms and let her fall to the ground. This time it was Alma who found herself crawling on all fours in nothing but her thong. Her little tits were fully exposed for all to see. One little piece of fabric away from being utterly naked.

Imogen threw the tattered remnants of Alma’s bra aside and lunged for her. As if Alma saw the shadow coming, she dove to escape Imogen.

Her escape didn’t make it far. Imogen managed to catch the back of her thong, pulling it down slightly, leaving a deep plumber’s crack on display.

“Aah…aah…aah…” were the only sounds Alma managed to get out.

She had no time even to pull her thong back up. With half of her ass on display, Imogen tackled her from behind again. She used her weight to press her back into all fours. Just over four minutes remained, and Imogen’s unrestrained rage threatened to boil over.