Mara's tits were sore, but in use, as they were, she was
too busy dodging Mark's darting member with her
punch softened chin to complain. The cock enjoyed the
burrow between the boobs, and Mark could do no more
than smile drool and accomodate.

Judy, meanwhile, suffered some super-sore sockbags
as well. But she managed to maintain her footing,
albeit tenously, as karl continues to clobber her about
her corpusculent casabas.

"Ooohh." She whimpered and cried. "My boobs! You're
knocking me out, but damn it, just make it happen
faster. My tits can't take much more of this. Ooooohh
Noooo", she cried again. "Ooohh God, my poor tits hurt
so bad." Karl unleashed a rack rattling series or rights,
complimented by an udder addling accumulation of
uppercuts and heifer-hillock hefting hooks. Judy
groaned and sagged at her young white knees.
"Unnngghh! Ahhh! Ooooohh! Not my boobs again!
Pllluuuhhheeeeazeeee" She pleaded pathetically as
Karl continually clocked her cans, now carreening
painfully across her churning white chest.

She dropped to two sweet young knees and began to
drool unceremoniously on her two big punch battered
nineteen year old boobs. As her eyes fluttered and her
mind swan dizziily, all she could really remember about
being awake and a woman was how much her
fantasically flotatious fun bags could hurt after a
serious beating. "AaaooahoOoowwOOooooohhh" She
drooled and mumbled. "Mmm... m.. mmy t..tt..tti..tits."

What do you do now?

	More rhyming words referring to Judy and Mara's boob beatings
	Maybe Judy and Mara drag each other up by their tits and come back

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