As the crew kept on filming, the two angry Amazons started circling each other, their briefest G-strings barely guarding them from total nudity. Tiffany felt in complete control. Her hefty orbs rolled heavily on her chest as she sidestepped around her opponent, Sandra's boobs (although widely above average) paling in comparison to her like the Moon orbiting the Earth. She could almost feel Luke's eyes on her as he would surely root for her. The huge breasts that were the blonde's pride were now only two targets for Sandra. From their many intimate conversations, she knew Tiffany's mounds were very sensitive, so she started the hostilities by firing a powerful right in her left breast. The punch surprised Tiff, for she seemed to think they were only grappling. Indeed, the pain stunned her and she had to take a few steps back to allow it to recede. Then Tiffany went back on the offensive. As she got close to Sandra, she voluntarily left her breasts unguarded. Sandra took the bait and, when she dropped her guard to breastpunch her again, Tiff ducked the blow and surprised her rival with a combination of punches to the head. The dojo started spinning around Sandra, but she managed to stumble out of reach and clear the cobwebs. The funny thing was she was so pissed that she barely felt the impacts of the fists as they were landing, only feeling the aftereffects of the blows like some sort of drunkness. After her series of punches, Tiffany felt she was in control of the fight, but Sandra brought her back to a more realistic perception by kicking her right in the floating ribs. The violence of the impact gave the impression that Tiff's boobs would fall on the floor and bounce away. However, as Sandra tried to push her advantage, the pigtailed blonde landed a left right into Sandra's right boob. To her surprise, her vagina contracted violently upon the impact, and Sandra feared she could not keep herself under control if Tiffany were to repeatedly breastpunch her. As if in common accord, both Amazons took a step back to evaluate their damage before plunging back into the fight. Tiffany felt there was something wrong with Sandra, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. Her expression, it wasn't pure aggression or pain. It was as if something were going on that she didn't know, like there was an underlying weakness she was desperately trying to conceal. On the other hand, Sandra was more than disturbed by her sexual reaction toward a girl she hated more than anything right now. She was as straight as they came, that she knew for sure. Of course, she did feel some sort of arousal when she dominated another woman, whether it was a game of 8 balls or a wrestling match, but she never thought much of it. "I just like to win, I guess," she always thought. But now she was overwhelmed by her libido. She felt she could be fucked by the whole film crew and still not have had enough. And then it dawned on her that if she didn't beat Tiffany, she would lose a lot more than her boyfriend or her pride. She would lose herself, in some weird, confusing way.