Reaching up, Carrie grabbed hold of one of Jane’s pig-tails, yanking it back and nearly snapping Jane’s neck. Then she reached around and started ripping away at Jane’s blouse, letting her tits tumble out in the open. The other girls on the cheerleading squad had finally arrived and were cheering their captain on. “Squeeze her, Carrie” they screamed, “Fuck her up!”, “Milk her tits!” Carrie grinned at the suggestion, and reached around to grab one of Jane’s pendulous breasts in each hand. She squeezed them like udders. Jane’s breasts flowed out from between Carrie’s fingers like water balloons.
		Keiko could hear Mayumi start to sob from the pain she was inflicting on her scalp, but Keiko was crying too. Both girls were bawling as they struggled for control. Mayumi's grip was like a python, but Keiko was only more determined to cause her foe as much pain as possible and redoubled her efforts on Mayumi's silken hair. Sweat beaded down their breasts and slid down their thighs as they doggedly fought each other. Their cotton panties, too, were soaked with sweat, the wet fabric exposing the shape of Keiko's vulva to the audience as she struggled to escape, her legs spread wide. For a fleeting moment, Keiko felt embarrassed. Her opponent had her trapped, her womanhood on display to the beer swilling crowd now chanting "Ma-yu-mi! Ma-yu-mi!"
						But Zafrina, sensing victory, did not ease up her attack. She jumped on Meztli’s back, pinning the girl to the ground, and reached around with her right hand to secure a death claw on Meztli’s already injured orb. She hauled her sobbing adversary up by that tortured tit until her back arched in pain and her tit was fully exposed for more punching. Zafrina clawed with one hand and smashed with the other until Meztli was crying with abandon, a great fear in her eyes. Zafrina’s blows and clawing had taken their toll on the Latina’s firm and once-proud tit, and a trickle of blood could be seen seeping out around where Zafrina’s nails dug into that magnificent orb.