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"you need to be made aware of some ground rules here..." Before the words had finished leaving my lips, I kicked out with all the force I had - in the place that would hurt Susie Q's narcissistic pride the most - squarely between her womanly assets. "Rule number one: if you ever let Daisy Pierce's name cross your lips, you put some respect on her name!!!! Because bitch, this is SPARTA!!!!!"

My ROAR drowned out whatever shriek of pain burst between her Botoxed lips. And yes, for your information, I will tell you those were FAT MEATS I kicked and not some inflatables because I felt the most satisfying squish-push-squish as my heavy boot imploded into her cleavage like a kicking mule.

"Don't you dare cry and complain that there was no bell to start this either!!! There was no bell when you attacked my friend! And this disciplinary session is being led by HR specialist HULK JESSI!!!!! And she does NOT care if you beg for mercy!!!"

Down the curvaceous brunette fell like a brick to the canvas on her rump. Immediately, she clutched at her wounded prized possession as stinging tears welled up in her frightened eyes.

"GET UP!!!

Susan inched away as fast as she could nearing the edge of the ring while I strode angrily toward her. My cheeks burned with righteous anger, my hazy violet eyes misted over with bloodlust. I was determined to give her a disciplinary action slated in terror and pain, hopefully one that would make her wake up in shivery, drenched night terrors of her own locker room ambush. But who knows what dreams would come if I went full out and didn't hold back 10%?

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"Yup, it's fat meats" Lady belongs to
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Continued from:

"you need to be made aware of some ground rules here..." Before the words had finished leaving my lips, I kicked out with all the force I had - in the place that would hurt Susie Q's narcissistic pride the most - squarely between her womanly assets. "Rule number one: if you ever let Daisy Pierce's name cross your lips, you put some respect on her name!!!! Because bitch, this is SPARTA!!!!!"

My ROAR drowned out whatever shriek of pain burst between her Botoxed lips. And yes, for your information, I will tell you those were FAT MEATS I kicked and not some inflatables because I felt the most satisfying squish-push-squish as my heavy boot imploded into her cleavage like a kicking mule.

"Don't you dare cry and complain that there was no bell to start this either!!! There was no bell when you attacked my friend! And this disciplinary session is being led by HR specialist HULK JESSI!!!!! And she does NOT care if you beg for mercy!!!"

Down the curvaceous brunette fell like a brick to the canvas on her rump. Immediately, she clutched at her wounded prized possession as stinging tears welled up in her frightened eyes.

"GET UP!!!

Susan inched away as fast as she could nearing the edge of the ring while I strode angrily toward her. My cheeks burned with righteous anger, my hazy violet eyes misted over with bloodlust. I was determined to give her a disciplinary action slated in terror and pain, hopefully one that would make her wake up in shivery, drenched night terrors of her own locker room ambush. But who knows what dreams would come if I went full out and didn't hold back 10%?

Next:

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Artist

"Yup, it's fat meats" Lady belongs to
Hulk Jessi is