fraid not

Chichi bashed Dolly senseless with the knuckles, blood coming from her mouth and forehead amidst the bruises. Chichi lifted her up by the hair, shaking the groggy bully viciously.

“What’s the matter, dick breath? Did little bitty Chichi hurt you?” she taunted in a cutesy voice.
“You…” Dolly grunted, spitting out some blood. “You’ve got a big mouth for a bitch with such small tits…”

Dolly swung up her legs, locking her calves around Chichi’s head and yanking her to the ground.
“WHAT THE AAAACCGGCKK!!”

Dolly clamped the hold on hard, cracking Chichi’s neck between her legs. “Bout time you shut up for once,” Dolly grunted, using her position to wriggle her head near Chichi’s waist. She slammed both of her fists down together in an axhandle down on her cunt, making the schoolgirl scream in pain. She took Chichi’s brass knuckles from her hand.

“Thanks for the souvenir, slut.” She used them to repeatedly pound both her fists into Chichi’s cunt, making her wail and writhe.