Down to Her Undies

Daffney continued to shrink away as if rooted to the spot. When Amelia came into range, she let loose with a wicked right hand from her blindside. Amelia never saw it coming and it caught her flush. She staggered backwards and tripped over her own feet.

Emily threw herself clumsily into Daffney, grabbing her around the waist. Her fingers fumbled clumsily for the button on the front of her jeans. Daffney grabbed the back of her leather jacket and dragged it over her head. She squealed as the jacket blinded her. She waved her arms around at nothing as she continued to curse under her jacket.

Daffney jerked her to the side. She was off-balance and Daffney really had no plan in mind for this. In her peripheral vision, she caught Amelia trying to crawl to her feet, using the side of the car for leverage. Daffney launched Emily towards her.

An out-of-control Emily careened into her friend. A sickening thud signalled the clashing of two heads. Amelia fell backwards again after taking a second successive blow to the head. Emily managed to stay on her feet by grabbing onto the car. Her legs were like jelly as she stumbled, the jacket still over her head.

She pressed her advantage and was never more than a step behind Emily. Determined to take ****, she inserted her fingers into the black biker shorts and pulled the back of the thin material down her ass. Emily released an ear-splitting scream as her ROYAL BLUE g-string was exposed. The dental floss sat in between two blazing white ass cheeks.

Emily tried to stand up straight, but Daffney crouched and tore the shorts down to her knees. She pulled backwards and Emily finally lost her balance. She fell with a crunch on top of her friend, who let out another moan.

She strained to move the biker shorts down her calves and over her combat boots. No matter how much Emily kicked and pleaded, there was no stopping Daffney, who finally removed the cycling shorts, leaving Emily in nothing but a g-string and boots from the waist down.

Daffney wasn't about to waste her strength on a futile attempt at ripping the biker shorts. This was still an unfair fight and she wasn't about to give Emily a chance to reclaim her dignity. After removing the shorts, she took them in her hands and ran to the nearest fence. She launched the shorts up and over the spiked fence, leaving them lying on the site of a shutdown construction yard.

Admiring her handiwork, she returned to pick up the pieces. Perhaps she could win this against the hapless threesome after all?