She felt the tensing of the other woman's muscles beneath her as she wriggled and shoved at her waist, to dislodge Glory from her position atop the other's waist. She shift back, forced down past the woman's hips to her thighs. It was a standard counter that Cat Fight girls used too.
Glory leaned foward again, as if she meant to grasp the other female's shoulders, but instead her hands slid over the woman's collarbone, her breasts, along the planes of her stomach, and then she turned her hand, pressing her knuckles briefly between the woman's legs as she bucked her hips before she let herself be shoved off.
She pushed to her feet as she was lost her position atop the woman. And she drew her grinning mouth over a whip cream coated find, eyeing the woman challengingly.