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27 May 2019 Kate Upton vs Kelly Brook Titfight Series VI

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AHW: UPTON vs BROOK TITFIGHT SERIES #6 - THE FINAL

 

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on May 27, 2019, 6:18 pm

 

 

Kate Upton versus Kelly Brook
(Titfight VI)
(Words & Results: Lookout!)*

 
Finally, it was time for one of the most anticipated rematches in the world as there wasn’t any room left in the arena as it was sold out to capacity and of course, millions more watching from around the world as Kate Upton and Kelly Brook competed in what would be their final titfight - for now at least - as they concluded what was supposed to be a five (5) round series but the last one, in a shocking twist, had ended up in a draw to prolong the series one more match. The promoters didn’t mind one bit as they got to make even more money on another match and of course, neither fighter minded as they got one more opportunity to prove their jugs were truly superior. Pride was on the line and neither of them would be backing down in what was undoubtedly one of the biggest matches of both of their careers as both had immense pride in their jugs. But, tonight, only one would walk away triumphant, with both Kelly and Kate determined that it would be them to tame their rival’s tits tonight.

"You made a big mistake coming after my tits, bytch" Kelly hissed at her opponent, looking furious as she stalked closer and thrust her perky, proud chest out. Though her bust certainly looked particularly large, it also seemed impressively dense. It jiggled just a bit, bouncing precious little under her tight-fitting blouse as the British girl glared at the younger fighter.

"Let's see how the crowd likes your ugly boobs after I've flattened them," Kelly growled with a menacing grin. "You better hope Justin finds saggy granny-boobs attractive, 'cause pretty soon those udders will be hanging all the way down to your waist."

Kate rolled her eyes at the taunt and took a step towards her rival, her own full breasts shaking under her top deliciously.

Everybody watched as Kelly began to remove her blouse. Button by button, Brook slowly revealed her surprisingly ample cleavage. The brawny British fighter stood proudly for a moment, letting Kate get a good look at her bra-encased boobs. With a sneer, Kelly reached behind her, undid the clasp, and then held the garment in place for a moment or two before whipping it off. Kelly’s hard breasts, while bigger than her opponent's boobs, stood high on her chest, jiggling just noticeably before settling in their natural state in the center of her chest.

In any case, it didn't seem like Kate was intimidated. The blonde sneered at the Brit distainfully, before beginning to remove her form-fitting tank top. Kelly had a matching expression of her face as she gazed at the contrast of the white lacy bra and the tanned skin of her opponent. Kate undid the front clasp and then pulled the material away from her round boobs, the British girl's face remaining a mask of anger and malice while she stared daggers at the blonde. The crowd watched Kate's tits jiggle sexily as the blonde flung her top and bra away.

Everybody took a moment to compare their boobs up close. Despite Kate's slight height disadvantage, both pairs of boobs sat at pretty much the same level. There were only slight differences between the two at this point - both sets of jugs eager to finally prove who was superior after a grueling titfight series as they heaved in and out with determination. Both fighters trembling, eyes locking onto the rival rack, just breathing heavily as they let their opponent get a good look at their jugs before this decisive contest and hoping to get any advantage psychologically before the inevitable collision of cleavage that was only moments away.

"Ready to get your weak, mushy udders fed to you, whore?" Kelly hissed, breaking the silence, her dark eyes burning with hatred. Kate snorted, and gave the British girl a cold sneer.

"Don't kid yourself, bitch. My tits are way better than yours, and will grind those little bumps into paste. Just ask anybody whose boobs they prefer - my bigger, nicer ones or your weak tiny things." the blonde smirked, looking quite sure of herself. "But if you really want to get your puny set destroyed by a superior pair, I'm happy to help."

The crowd could see Kelly's eyes flare as she clenched her fists tightly. "I'm going to destroy you," the British hottie growled, actually seething at her opponent. "I'm going to wipe those sad, empty sacks of fat right off your slutty chest. Justin isn't going to look at you twice after I'm done with them!"

There was no more trash talking, just glaring before the action started. All of a sudden, the girls jumped toward one another. Both pairs of breasts slammed into the other with a loud smack, the reverberations bouncing off the walls. All four boobs compressed against their counterpart, shaking and jiggling as the two women continued to grind even after the first blow. Kate's firm breasts pushed in a bit further, but didn't look to be yielding Kelly too much ground. Each woman placed her hands on the other's shoulder and they began slowly pushing their tits into each other.

Kate grunted first, even as Kelly winced. Neither woman seemed willing to give the other the satisfaction of a reaction. The blonde's full jugs were holding up reasonably well, I noted, tracing the curves as they met Kelly's pert tits. For the moment, it was impossible to tell if one set of boobs were winning the battle. One thing that did contrast was Kelly’s flawless pert boobs mashing into Kate's fuller jugs.

After the initial clash, both women were sliding their firm, young breasts over each other, forcing each tit to shift and bend, each time reshaping beneath to the force of the other pair. There were no visual signs of which pair of boobs had the most force, or strength behind them. Kelly tried several times to slide her tits atop Kate's, but the blonde slipped back just slightly and pushed her own rack up. The four boobs met at the sides more often than not, and I wondered if the girls' stiff nipples were entering into the equation as their sizable jugs rolled over one another. Their hands still gripped the other's shoulders as they began grinding their breasts against each other. Kate's toned arms looked somewhat stronger than the British's brawny ones, being thicker and more muscular just like the rest of her body.

"I'm flattening your weak, saggy tits, you jealous slut," Kelly sneered.

"Go get some glasses, blind bitch" Kate countered with a hiss. "I can already feel those floppy little sacks starting to cave in."

Kelly snarled as Kate jerked her shoulders, sending her left breast into Kelly's right tit. The British girl returned the favor with her left tit, and Kate winced as her right mammary wobbled on her chest. Both women pulled away from each other, as if some unspoken agreement had been made, and then slammed their chests together. Again, both pairs of breasts compressed at the point of impact, this time sending waves from the centers of their breasts outward, the flesh rippling despite its obvious density. The crowd winced a bit at the slapping sound, watching Kate's face twist and turn as she grunted and groaned against Kelly.


The British hottie moved her hands down to Kate's arms, focusing on repeating the move. But the more heavily built blonde slid her chest down before Kelly could get the grip in place, and launched herself upward. Her thick jugs slammed into Kelly's cute, pert pair, sending them up and out.

"What's the matter, Kelly?" Kate asked as she watched Kelly's exceedingly firm breasts rock across the girl's chest. "Can't your weak little set handle my stronger tits?"

The toned blonde continued her onslaught, slamming from the left and twisting her hips violently. The audience watched her right breast bang into Kelly's exposed right teat, and the maneuver almost caused Kelly's victimized tit slam into her left, despite their compact size. Kelly was cursing loudly as she was forced to absorb the pummeling, clearly growing more and more angry by the minute. Kate's speed was obvious to everyone as she peppered her opponent's dense rack with a flurry of blows.

"Did you really think you could compete with me, you British skank? My big, powerful jugs are destroying your pathetic set without even breaking a sweat," Kate taunted with a laugh. "I guess it's time to accept the truth, Kelly - these perfect boobs aren't only more attractive than yours, they're better in every conceivable way.”

That definitely got a reaction. Kelly let out an infuriated roar, thrusting forward mightily, while Kate met the shove with a breast slap of her own. Again, flesh flattened and waved, but neither pair seemed to move appreciably more than the other did - each set was rippling and jiggling across their respective chests. Their meaty globes didn't have time to stop shaking before the two women brought them together again, hard. Another loud smack carried through the room. The two resumed a lock with their arms and slowly pushed their jugs into each other. The audience was just staring as two sets of nubile tits battled for supremacy. Neither Kelly nor Kate was showing any signs of hesitation, though both brawny fighters had by now begun to sweat noticeably as they ground their glistening boobs together.

The audience watched again as their breasts shifted, Kate's tanned boobs bending at the side, then ballooning out, regaining their shape with each pass. Kelly's firm breasts did much of the same with each pass, their sides spilling out as they passed over and around Kate's thick mounds. The collision and contact with their dueling orbs was now accompanied by the smacking sounds of wet flesh.

Their faces were wincing more and more as the fight went on. Kelly, seemingly growing tired of grinding, took a step back. She bent her knees and then swung her big jugs upward. There wasn't much force behind it, and Kate stepped back to avoid the blow. As she did so, Kelly suddenly pulled Kate in, letting go of the blonde’s toned arms to wrap her own limbs around Kate's back. Somehow, those present got the impression she'd been planning to do that all along, using a half-hearted move to trick her opponent. They all watched the British hottie stand on her toes as she pulled Kate forward, and when she seemed to lock in the hug, Kelly's tits were laying atop the younger blonde's jugs. The British girl flashed her rival a venomous smile, and whispered something the crowd couldn't quite catch.

Kate twisted and struggled, but Kelly was surprisingly strong, and by wrapping the bigger girl's arms up, she had taken the leverage away from her. The trapped blonde groaned as Kelly began snapping her back to push her pert tits into and down on Kate's slightly rounder-looking boobs. The blonde’s chest flattened for a moment from the top as Kelly's firm breasts compressed Kate's jugs. The tough blonde groaned again as Kelly's dense pair tried to push the blonde’s tits flat with each twitch of her back. The crowd saw Kate's eyes close with the pain of the move.

"That's more like it. Can you feel my better boobs overwhelming your mushy udders?" Kelly asked with a cruel, vindictive laugh as she continued to push her perky tits deeper in writhing, snakelike blows.

Kate grunted as another blow sent her boobs further down her chest, and everybody present sucked in a breath of air while watching the confident British dominate her younger opponent.

Kelly's face was triumphant, her lips drawn into a wide, menacing grin as she thrust her chest out. Kate groaned as she felt her boobs get pushed outward by the force of Kelly's undeniably dense pair. Everybody saw the blonde bite her lip while watching the British girl's breasts come forward, her own set slowly making way for Brook's pert tits. The blonde's arms fell from Kelly's shoulder to her arms.

"Oh f*ck yeah. Let's make your udders pancake again, shall we? You ready, Kate? Those weak pillows are even softer than I thought. One too many boobjobs you've given to Justin, huh?" Kelly cackled, looking vengeful as ever and seeming confident in her impending victory.

She stopped laughing when she caught Kate's eye. The blonde yanked Kelly forward, pushing her boobs straight into the black-haired girl's set. Off balance as she was, the only part of Kelly that was trying to resist were her tits. Both pairs of breasts spilled out, but it looked, in that moment, like Kate was winning the war for the space in front of them. Her tits dented, but so did Kelly’s breasts. I could see the look of pain on the British fighter's face as she felt her firm rack meet Kate's thick boobs, both nubile sets molding and pushing to the sides.

"F*ck!" Kelly moaned, "I had you! I f*cking had you!"

Kate roared back with gusto, slamming Kelly's tits with her own. Kelly's tits shook and wobbled on her chest, the flesh rippling and shaking from the force of impact. Another shot sent the British girl reeling back, but Kate grabbed her arms and aimed again. Her tits met Kelly’s head on, tanned and lighter-colored flesh compressing equally, but everybody could see the fiery red stand out on Kelly's skin. The Brit groaned loudly, both in pain and anger. In a move that seemed to surprise the blonde, she lunged to the side, just as Kate grabbed for Kelly's shoulders.

The two women grappled for a while, but again Kate's greater strength became evident: With a yell, the brawny Brook fell, twisting around. Still, she didn't release her hold, managing to pull the blonde down with her. Kate landed on her side as well, and both women struggled for position. As Kelly reached and grabbed for Kate, the blonde rolled away from her opponent and then quickly hopped to her feet. Kate stood back, waiting for Brook to rise to her feet before resuming her attack. As Kelly got to her feet, Kate narrowed her eyes at the slighter girl.

"Your little tits are done." the blonde hissed. "I'm going to pound every last bit of their loose flesh away, until you're completely flat-chested. That shouldn't take too long, considering there's so little meat to begin with."

"F*ck you, you saggy bytch! I know you're just jealous of my firmer boobs," Kelly snapped, trying to steady her breath.

"Hah, those droopy things? I'm going to feed them to you in a moment," Kate answered with a snort.

The blonde advanced on Kelly with her hands up ready to grasp Brook’s shoulders. Kelly did the same. After locking up in a shoulder holding embrace, Kate took half a step back before planting her left foot behind her and thrusting forward with what looked to be substantial force. The blow connected from the bottom, knocking the British girl's boobs up. The blonde had dipped during the strike and given her bigger jugs just the angle she needed to slam into Kelly’s thick tits. Everybody watched Kelly's reddened breasts shake violently for a moment before resting atop the blonde’s full pair. Kate seemed to realize that she had another move before Kelly did, and pulled her tits up, even standing on her toes to try and stretch the tissue at the base of the British girl's tenderized chest.

"Sh*t," Kelly groaned, looking as surprised as she looked pained. Kate quickly capitalized on Brook's distraction, and slid her hands down, snaking them around Kelly's waist and pulling the brawny girl closer.

"Something wrong, bytch?" Kate asked with a growl, her voice cruel. Brook fought back with sporadic grunts, clearly looking for an escape. The crowd saw the toned blonde's arm muscles bulge impressively, and knew she was using as much strength as she could. The move drew further grunts from the thick British girl.

"I thought you were going to flatten me with your firm, powerful tits?" Kate continued. "Well, I'm still waiting."

"Screw you, you ugly skank" Kelly hissed, sliding her hands down to the interior of the blonde’s elbows. "I'm going to f*ck your saggy boobs up for that," she gasped, looking more furious than ever. "Your pride and joy will look like granny's droopy udders when I'm done with them."

The enraged British slammed down, causing Kate to groan as her arms gave way. Kelly's firm tits slid over the rounder boobs of the blonde, and both women grunted as their flesh melded together briefly. Soon both pairs of meaty teats shook on their chests. Kelly held onto Kate’s arms, tightly gripping her elbows, and pulled the girl in. The sudden move caused Kate to stumble, and Kelly managed to land a huge, battering-ram shot into Kate’s ample tits.

Everybody present let out a gasp as they heard the thudding blow. The crowd watched Kate’s boobs flatten at the point of contact while Kelly's pert pair tried to burrow in, pushing the blonde’s orbs outward. Kelly didn't let go of Kate's arms, and instead used them to push away to set her opponent's sore boobs up for another hard blow. The audience winced as Kate's larger breasts took another aggressive shot from Kelly's hard tits, sending the blonde’s supple flesh shaking all over her chest. Kelly held her tits in place for a second, ensuring that Kate could see her perky set displace the blonde's round tits, Kate's lush, tanned globes losing more and more space as the British girl's boobs pushed in.

Kelly leaned back, obviously preparing for another blow, when the crowd saw Kate's hands curl up to grab the back of Brook’s arms. The toned blonde pulled on Kelly's arms, curling her own while forcing the brawny Brit to release her elbow. She struck a quick, strong blow, rolling her back to bring her boobs low, and then up, slamming into the underside of Kelly's pert tits. The British’s bigger breasts sprang upward, bringing a satisfied smirk to Kate's face.

"Aargh! You... f*cking... slut," Kelly groaned.

Kate stepped back, her arms free and lined up for another shot. Kelly took the initiative from her, however, stepping forward and shoving her meaty right boob into Kate's left teat. The blonde’s breast flesh pushed out briefly as Kate winced, while Kelly ground for a moment, giving the blonde a truly evil smile.

"I love the way your weak jugs bend under mine," Kelly whispered, her voice sickeningly sweet.

Kate glanced down as Kelly's perky teats tried to burrow in, forcing her own boobs to balloon to the sides. The crowd saw the exposed titflesh wave toward the outside curve of Kate's compressing breasts, and noticed a worried look on the blonde's face.

"Watch them ooze around my better pair, Kate. Soon those big, soft tits will be hanging around your ankles. I'm going to DESTROY them." Kelly growled menacingly, clearly meaning every word she said.

Brook twisted her shoulder and then threw her left tit into Kate's right, forcing both of her firm tits against Kate’s jiggling pair. The blonde gritted her teeth and shoved back, while Kelly spread her feet to give herself a wider base. Both women began pressing and grinding their big boobs together, sending each of their tits up and over each other. At some points, Kate’s tits looked as though they were going to burrow into Kelly's firm but undoubtedly tender pair, pushing aside much of the British’s dense flesh while her own orbs maintained more of their full, round shape. But more often, Kelly's boobs seemed to shape Kate's tanned jugs, pushing her tits up or down depending on where the bulk of Brook's pert boobs was placed.

After what felt like an eternity, the two fighters pulled apart. Each pair of firm tits sprang back, jiggling on their chest as they pulled away.

"It's going to feel so good to flatten your arrogant little flapjacks," the blonde said, her voice low. "You won't even recognize them." She had raised her hands to her own sore globes, and massaged them carefully in an attempt to ease the throbbing pain.

"Speak for yourself, you saggy bitch," Kelly sneered, though she too was kneading her reddened mammaries. "Your soft, weak udders are just about done. Your proud jugs spilling out like marshmallows, making way for a better pair? You’re not all that, bytch!”

Kate's nostrils flared, and she took a sudden step toward Kelly. The latter instinctively withdrew a bit, dropping her hands from her tits. Kate smiled at the small victory, and shot forward, right into Kelly's waiting boobs with a quick snap of her hips. The British girl fired back, and her tits flew into the blonde's tanned pair, sending the younger girl a step back. Kate's tits jiggled and wobbled on her chest as Kelly stepped forward, launching another shot into Kate's boobs. The blonde's breasts splayed out at the point of impact, but the brawny British's dense orbs were also pushed in visibly. It was clear that the blonde's attacks had loosened them up quite a bit. Still, Kelly didn't seem to care, taking great pleasure in Kate's pained groan as she pulled away. Sensing an opportunity, Kelly pushed forward, slamming upward so that her firm tits plowed over Kate's. The blonde winced, but tightened her well-muscled thighs and sprang forward, sending another uppercut into Kelly's pert boobs.

Kelly cursed loudly and pulled back, rubbing the underside of her boobs. The fight had so far been one of the most ferocious the crowd had ever seen, and the audience was definitely feeling its intensity. The crowd looked at Kate, whose eyes were locked into Kelly's. She had a strangely focused look on her face, but Brook's eyes were actually smoldering and the audience was all wondering how this was going to end. The audience had seen Kelly flatten quite a few girls with her perky boobs, and even Kate could admit that Kelly's firm boobs were way more dangerous than she'd anticipated. But Kate's thick jugs, too, had crushed their fair share of jugs across both leagues and planned to continue that streak tonight.

The crowd didn't have to wait long for the fight to resume. This time, Kelly took the fight to Kate, hard and fast. The British girl moved in quickly, slinging her dense breasts to the right so that both of her tits slapped across Kate's sore pair. The blonde hissed, but fired her own shot, pushing straight forward into the base of Kelly's left breast. Brook gasped, pulling her reddened boobs across her body, and in doing so pushed Kate's larger tits with them. Both women were pushing and pulling against each other. Kelly's left hand gripped Kate's right wrist, while Kate's right hand gripped Kelly's left wrist.

Both girls pushed and pulled their boobs into and across the other, a contest that appeared to be rather evenly matched. The girls twisted and turned, their firm tits slapping and stretching against the other pair. Kate had been able to take advantage of her superior strength, successfully countering Kelly's small lead in firmness, but it was hard to say whether the tough blonde's youth and athleticism would eventually win out.

The crowd saw Kelly's face turn into a wicked grin. She pulled away slowly, whispering something the audience couldn't quite make out. Kate gasped as the contact was broken, and Kelly fired her bigger tits from the side. Kate moved, but not quickly enough, and Kelly's left breast slammed into Kate's left tit. Kate's flesh spilled out from impact, regaining some form, but not completely before Kelly's right boob slammed into her again. Kate grunted, her breast wobbling, and she staggered back.

Before the blonde had managed to regain her footing, Kelly slammed her pert boobs forward once more, spearing Kate's fuller breasts with her own. The toned blonde grunted, and her eyes closed as Kelly wrapped her arms around the younger girl.

"Get those tiny things off me, you bitch," Kate snarled, struggling. It was easy to see that their match was at long last coming to an end. Kate's tits were pushed inward as the British tightened the grip, while Kelly's were holding their shape better. The British hottie shoved her firm tits further into the space between the two young women, and Kate's tanned jugs obliged, bending, pushing inward and spilling out.

Kelly laughed at the blonde's horrified expression, a wide but at the same very malicious smirk playing on her lips. "Oh dear, poor little Kate. It seems your weak, saggy whore-tits have finally failed you. Tell Justin I said hi and just as importantly, tell the world whose tits are queen, b*tch!"

Kate's head lolled back, and the crowd saw the fight leave her as her tits gave out. Her face was a mask of shock, despair and shame, and it was clear the blonde's confidence hadn't been faked. She'd really expected to win. But now, Kelly's pert breasts were pushing Kate's boobs around, the latter wincing with every pass of the bigger and superior pair.

"Oh f*ck, you win," Kate groaned, just loudly enough for us to hear. Kelly loosened her grip slightly, but left Kate trapped. The blonde's larger tits slowly slid downward, jiggling as they came to rest. Both racks looked red and tender as Kelly pulled away, but the British girl demonstrated her dominance by lifting the beaten pair with her own boobs. Kelly's tits bent and pushed Kate's beaten jugs upwards while the brawny British girl gloated.

"Ahhh, I'm going to savour this sensation for a long time, b*tch," she sighed, throwing her head back and basking in her rival's demise. "You thought you were something special, didn't you? That your precious fat boobs were better than mine? Well, guess what. They're really just pitiful, droopy sacks of fat, not worthy to even touch my firm, pert breasts."

Kate's only reply was a weak, pained groan, and she seemed to be doing her best to stay still and avoid incurring any more damage to her battered jugs. Looking back at the fight, everybody watched Kelly shake her head at the beaten blonde. She finally released Kate's strained mammaries, letting them drop.

The blonde groaned as her obviously sore tits flopped down with a smack, waving on her chest like lumps of jello. They hung significantly lower than before, looking tender and swollen, and the crowd could tell there was going to be some serious bruising. But the British girl wasn't satisfied just yet. Kate glanced down to see Kelly line up their breasts again, shoving her firmer pair forward and squishing Kate's now sagging jugs. We all watched Brook's boobs move through the beaten flesh with ease, pushing Kate's more ample teats around at will.

"Make sure you don't forget this, whore," Kelly hissed. "Because I certainly won't. Your sad and ugly udders are NOTHING."

The crowd could hear Kate's pained wail as she no doubt felt her tenderized jugs getting pressed against her chest, the masive set of boobs succumbing to the firmness of Kelly’s superior tits. "Look down, and imprint this image to your memory," Kelly said in a silky voice, just loudly enough for the crowd to make out. "Watch how your soft, saggy boobs spill away as they surrender to mine. My bigger, firmer tits simply pushing your loose sacks flat."

Brook gave her whimpering opponent one last spiteful smirk before increasing the pressure again. She kept flattening the blonde's heavy breasts against her ribcage without a hint of mercy or pity. When Kelly finally pulled away, we all watched Kate's loose titflesh fall, sagging to her body. The blonde's once firm and round tits fell down as though they'd been turned into mush, and the gloating Brit apparently couldn't resist administering one final bit of humiliation. She lowered her pert breasts just below her opponent's hanging udders, and then lifted them upwards. The blonde's breasts offered no resistance, seeming to simply ooze around the firmer and obviously better pair.

"Haha, that's f*cking awesome!" the British girl cackled, “Soft, worthless tits, just like I promised. Granny tits, you fugly bytch. Now, do you have anything to say to me, you ugly skank?" she sneered, a malicious mirth dancing on Kelly's normally pretty face. Now she looked more like an angel of vengeance.

"You were right, Kelly," Kate sobbed, her voice tinged with pain, humiliation, and something a bit deeper. "You were right. Your firm, powerful tits crushed my droopy sacks, and proved that they're much better than mine. I should never have ever tried to compare my boobs with yours.. There's no way I could ever hope to compete with you."

Kelly nodded, apparently done with the blonde for a moment, and walked off. The crowd watched as Kate made it up to her knees, burying her face in her hands as her shoulders started to shake. The weeping blonde seemed to break down completely, trying to come to terms with her tits' utter destruction and Kelly just watched with a cruel smirk across her face, hands on her hips as she put her triumphant rack on display, rising and falling as she just watched Kate shudder in shame. Then, Kelly stepped forward as she reached down to grip one of Kate’s throbbing nipples as she gave it a sharp pinch and then dragged her forward by her tit, Kate following on her knees and all fours to the best of her ability. Sobbing with each twist and pinch of her nipple as Kelly guided her forward, leading her away from the arena to a nearby hotel suite that she’d rented for the evening and nobody present dared to stop her.

Least of all Kate as she could only sob, led by her tits obediently and heading to a hotel room for a night where everybody present knew Kate was in further humiliation. Plenty of rumors buzzed about the a potential catfight or apartment wrestling series that took in that hotel, but that’s a story (or stories) for another day. There were also plenty more rumors about the humiliation that took place there and Kelly will be likely be all too happy to share those tales as well.

In the meantime, the only talk around the league was about the domination of Kate Upton in this decisive titfight match by the one and only Kelly Brook. What a wild, long series the crowd had seen and an even wilder, longer night ahead for Kate as her boobs were bested by her biggest rival - her rack officially owned for the moment. There was no doubt in anybody’s mind whose jugs were better at this time - not Kate, not Kelly and not really anybody in the world right now. Having finally broken her rival’s best assets for everybody to witness tonight, Kelly could declare her tits, for the time being and without question - The Royal Rack.

The End (For Now…)


*We would like to take a moment to state that the results are modified and adapted from a match by Augur in his fantastic ‘Titfight Academy’ series, which you can read over at the Free Catfights forum. If you haven’t and you’re interested, please feel free to check it out. I’ll be happy to provide the link to anybody who wants to. Future matches will also be adapting a few of the matches in the series and if we adapt any other work, we’ll continue to give credit where credit is due. While we have added to and changed the work to reflect the current rivalry between Kate Upton and Kelly Brook, we hope you enjoy the story!

 

 

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