Lara Croft

The explorer jogged into the ring, her tits moving with their usual bounce and jiggles.

“I think I’ll save your cum-soaked dress as my trophy when I’m through with you,” Lara grinned.
“Not once I squeeze the silicon out of those fake jugs, you British slut.”
“Really? Well maybe you should keep the dress on to hide your giant ass, trollop.”

Peach shrieked and lunged for Lara, who grabbed her hair and threw Peach into the turnbuckle as she dodged. “Temper, princess. Wouldn’t want you throwing a tantrum,m you little baby.”

"I'm going to mount your clit in my bedroom!" huffed Peach.