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Becky thrashed and screamed beneath her sister, managing to gather her senses for an instant and throw a vicious knee up into Mommy’s cunt. “AGGH!” she snarled painfully, slowing but then redoubling her clawing. One lucky nail left a streak of blood across her tit that got Becky to screech like a wounded animal. She scowled up and threw several more knees, finally forcing Karen to roll of and hold her throbbing womanhood.

Seeming unhindered by the blood, Becky lunged after her, tackling her to the mat and grabbing her by the hair. She backhanded Karen sharply across the face, stunning her with a gasp. “You gonna behave, bitch?!” she challenged.
“Why you-” SMACK!
“Are you!?”

When Karen was too stunned to reply, Becky smirked. “Better!” she said firmly, taking her hair and forcing her to her in a firm kiss, letting her free hand hold down MD’s arms as best she could, grinding her smaller tits on top of hers.