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7 September 2012 Post Fight Campbell vs Hewitt

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Neve Campbell 10.jpg Jennifer Love Hewitt 12.jpg

 

 

Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on September 7, 2012, 8:13 pm

 

 

“C’mon Neve,” Jennifer Love Hewitt said, extending her hand, “Upsy daisy.”

As she loomed over Neve Campbell in her corner with title belt draped over her shoulder, a part of Jen could help but feel for her and what she was going through. The older woman was destitute on her stool, banged up after ten rounds of hard boxing and seriously shaken in her confidence. The possibility of defeat hadn’t even crossed Neve’s mind. Maybe it had, but she hadn’t imagined such a decisive defeat in her wildest imagination. The look in her eyes said that she was still trying to process it all, trying to figure out exactly where things went wrong. It was a feeling that Jennifer had experienced her fair share of times throughout her career.

“C’mon Neve,” Jennifer repeated, “Take my hand.”

Neve finally responded, her eyes lifting and her gaze meeting Jennifer’s. A smile formed on the older woman’s face – perhaps it was a forced one, but it was better than nothing. Neve reached out with her own hand and clasped Jennifer’s, pulling herself up on still slightly shaky feet. The older woman put her hand on Jennifer’s shoulder, rubbing it cordially as they posed together in the ring.

“You did good, Jen,” Neve said softy, “You know I’m proud of you.”

“You don’t know how much it means to hear you say that,” Jennifer replied, “Neve, I have something very important to tell you. It’s been on my mind for some time.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

A serious look suddenly crossed Jennifer’s countenance. Handing her title belt off to an attendant, she turned to her former mentor and took her by the shoulders with both hands, looking her straight in the eye. “Neve, do I have your undivided attention?”

Neve nodded. “What is it?”

Without another word, Jennifer leaned in close and wrapped her arms completely around Neve’s neck, pressing their bodies together as she embraced the older woman. It was a warm, touching moment between the close friends and former mentor and pupil that went on for what seemed like an eternity without a word being spoken between them.

The silence was finally broken by the sound of Neve’s anguished cry echoing across the arena.

Jennifer had lifted her knee up in between Neve’s legs and driven it with vicious force into her womanhood. She then repeated it a second time, drawing forth another scream. Then a third, punctuated once again by an agonized wail.

Neve sank to her haunches, face cringed in pain. “Jen… W… Why…”

Before the older brunette could say another word, Jennifer moved in for the kill. Like a barber positioning a customer’s head for a trim, she grasped Neve’s hair and positioned the older woman’s head looking upwards, just the way she wanted it. She then leaned forward and pressed her chest down into Neve’s face, securing a grip around with both arms around the back of her head. Jennifer purred as she squeezed tightly, her fantastic breasts engulfing and mashing into the contours of Neve’s face. The feeling of warm flesh pressed against warm flesh never felt so good in her life. Jennifer relaxed her arms a bit then squeezed even more tightly, hungrily trying to crush Neve’s face into the hot confines of her rack.

“We both know I’ve earned this,” Jennifer cooed as she leaned forward and pressed her lips into the crown of Neve’s head, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to put my jugs to your face.”

The two brunettes remained locked in this tableau for another two minutes. Neve’s hands pawed weakly at Jennifer’s hips, but as she was still stricken by the younger brunette’s devastating attack and being deprived of air she was in no condition to break free. Jen, for her part, was relaxed and in no hurry whatsoever – she was savoring every last one of Neve’s muffled whines and cries as she futilely tried to escape from the prison of Jennifer’s ample bosom.

Finally, Neve’s hands slipped down Jennifer’s bare thighs as her arms fell, dangling limply at her sides. The younger woman smiled as she released her quarry and allowed her to flop forward onto her face. She stepped back and circled like a cat toying with a mouse, watching as Neve tried to push herself up and crawl away from her tormentor. The older brunette was groaning and clearly suffering from jugshock, only making it as far as forearms and knees when Jennifer moved back in.

“P… Please Jen… Don’t do this…” Neve pleaded.

Jennifer was already sliding into place on her knees beside the stricken woman. One hand snaked into Neve’s hair once again and tightened to grip the sweaty locks, tugging back harshly; the other playfully caressed Neve’s upturned buns before pulling back and giving them the first in a slow but steady stream of hard spanks.

“Nnn… No… Nnnnaauggghhh!” Neve screamed.

“I’m better than you, Neve!” Jennifer shouted. She was now fully caught up in bloodlust and punctuating each sentence with another vicious spank. “Say it! Say I’m better! Scream my name, Neve!”

On and on like this – by the time Jennifer was sated, she’d given Neve one spank for each birthday and plenty more to grow on and left her a blubbering wreck. Releasing her, Jennifer pushed on Neve’s shoulder and rolled her onto her back, this time straddling her waist. Jen leaned forward and pinned Neve’s wrists to the canvas above her head and leaned forward to playfully rub her breasts again in the older woman’s face. Neve bucked and writhed with all she had left in a frantic bid to avoid her ignominious fate, but she had nothing more to give.

“Say it,” Jennifer demanded as she lifted her chest off of Neve’s face, “Say it and this will be over quickly.”

A second’s hesitation felt like an eternity. Finally though, Neve nodded her head with tears streaming down her cheeks. “You’re better.”

Without another word, Jennifer released Neve’s wrists and wrapped her arms around the older brunette’s head, right arm around the neck and left hand clasping the back of the skull. She dropped her torso down and buried Neve’s face beneath the swell of her chest, grinding and mashing her jugs snugly into the older woman’s pretty features. Jennifer smiled and closed her eyes as she rested her cheek on the top of Neve’s head. She could feel the final shudders running through Neve as the last bits of consciousness were taken from her.

Just like that, Neve’s body relaxed. Jen had finally done it. She’d finally accomplished what she’d longed to do all these years. It was the best feeling in the world. Nothing could possibly spoil this moment…

“Jen? Jen!”

“Hmm?” Jennifer lifted her eyes at the sound of the other woman’s voice. She found herself still standing next to Neve, hands clasped on the older brunette’s shoulders.

“You ok? You just sort of zoned out there.”

“Yeah. Sorry. Mind sort of wandered for a second,” Jennifer replied.

Neve tilted her head and gave Jennifer a glowering look. “Stop looking at me like that. Don’t tell me… Oh god! I can’t believe you were actually thinking of doing it!”

“Oh c’mon. You don’t know what you’re missing out on,” Jennifer pouted.

Neve simply rolled her eyes and groaned. Jennifer simply smiled as she leaned in close and wrapped her arms completely around Neve’s neck, pressing their bodies together as she embraced the older woman warmly.

“I’m glad we’re friends,” Neve said.

“So am I,” Jennifer replied, “So am I…”

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