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Some friendships and rivalries never end. These two wildcats started their school back in the day as good friends and ended it as fiercy rivals.
Tonight they decided to wear those old uniforms once again and continue from the exactly same point than decade ago. It was about time to settle it after all these years.
A girlfriend and her boyfriend’s mother met to settle their differences in the bedroom. The young hottie finally got enough of the attitude from the cocky MILF. Now she has deserved her place as a new family member.
Last chance to give up before we begin to fuckfight and i slaughter your cunt, skank.
Studying women's conflicts, Mia and Olivia are about to discover why women throughout history have had so intense conflicts and why they have solved them without cloths, skin to skin.
Jenny watched as her daughters started to argue, again. It had only been two hours since their last.
- "What? You didn't beat me?"
- "I did. I made you cum and scream like a slut."
- "You came too. Seconds before me!"
- "Shut up you stupid bitch. I won and you lost!"
- "You cunt. I did not. Seems like you want another round of beating."
- "Come on then. Let's go, right here."
- "Right here you whore. Get naked and fight me!"
AI @ WORK #117
The two experienced women do battle gracefully, without any screaming, staying 100% focused, saving their energy, not letting out more than little moans here and there, careful not to show any strain, pain or weakness, waiting and waiting and biding their time to strike with a decisive move and get the other to submit!
Forced to worship mommy's victorious tits yet again. One day she'll manage a victory, one day. But for now she needs to show her defference to the rulers of the home.
Beth finds herself attacked by another woman at the dance floor. She is used to the fact that her big busted makes other women jealous and she is not the one to back down from a challenge. She can't reach her rivals breasts by now and she has to endure her attacks on her own sensetive breasts but she can kiss her back and try to work her down so she can turn around and let their busts compete while she can use her hands too. This will be a long night for the two rivals that start at the dance floor, continue in the ladies room and end in Beth's bedroom, many hours later.
Good find!
- If you got something to say, say it now. Later your mouth will be shut by my victoriuos pussy after I beat you woman to woman. That dreas of yours will be mine in next gala so everyone knows who won, you blonde bimbo!
The end of a kiss fight. One woman backed onto the couch by the force of the others tongue. She finds her tongue getting bullied and controlled and her mouth being fucked. She whimpers in humiliation.
Hatefucking between lesbians sometimes happen after a relationship ends in a bad way and the two women are really furious with each other. However, the sex they had could have been exceptionally good and neither wants to stop having sex with each other. That is why they meet to argue, fight and fuck savagely.
Kiss her like you mean it 💋🫦
"So do small chested girls titfight much?" You asked Jesse. It was a frigid winter evening, and the two of you were enjoying a stroll in the dark streets.
"I mean they do, its just really different," said Jesse, shivering closer. "They might make a show of bashing, but for a small chested girl its basically ribcage vs ribcage. Tits can only *be* so firm. So usually they just sort of grind it out as a show of force or dominance, but theres rarely a *winner* like with bigger girls."
"Ah, so its more part of the dance than anything concrete?"
"Pretty much. Maybe theyll substitute a nipple battle instead."
"What about a busty girl vs a small chested girl?"
Jesse was practically trying to squirm her way into your coat, "Unless you've got a big edge in firmness, which does happen time to time, usually that fight doesnt even happen. You're not a big titty rival in that situation, so you just kind of take the automatic L and move things along. Theres not exactly bragging rights when a DD beats an A cup."
"So it's just like, 'of course you win, who gives a shit'."
"Who gives a shit, exactly! Thats not why we're here. You wanna give em a little dominance slap with your jugs or trash talk a little? Go nuts, you earned that anyways. But if a chesty wants to be a bitch about it, the veteran small titty girls will turn and take the boob slam to their ribs instead."
"Does that hurt?"
"Nah. But boy can it hurt the tits! Even the biggest firmest jugs cant compete with bones."
It was at the moment when your wife looked away and her colleague straight towards you. At that moment you realized it could be possible to see those two fighting for you. You knew that your wife wasn’t a stranger for confrontating against another women and it looked like so wasn’t her colleague.
When the black girl came into the firm, your wife was her boss. After many different turns it looked like the table was going to turn around. The black girl would be promoted soon and she would be the boss of your wife after that. It definitely could be felt in the air as a heavy tension. Think it from the wife’s point of view: first she takes your promotion and then possibly your husband too? No way.
Through the whole dinner you have watched these two hellcats getting ready for the big upcoming battle. Starting from how your wife dressed to highlight her bigger boobs to her colleague. Dresses like that are never choosen accidentally. It’s a clear challenge every time.
But the black girl wasn’t going to back off. She knew that she would be beaten on the tit size department, but that’s not the most important thing between two proud women. What matters more is what you have in your womanhood. And she vas very confident about it. She was ready to beat this white girl pussy-to-pussy. She had usen it to get the promote and she would use it to get the husband. Oh what a night would this be!
It was you who suggested a nightcap back at your house to your wife's rival. Your wife was furious taking you aside on the way to the cab but you'd placated her by say "this bitch wants to take everything from you, you job, your self respect, the respect of your colleagues and me. It's time you put a stop to it!" She couldn't argue.
Back home, she turned angrily on her rival, screaming and shouting abuse at her, really losing control. The other woman stood there calm as anything, taking the abuse with an enigmatic smile. Eventually, when she had burnt herself out screaming the odds the other woman said quietly, "Okay, you seem to think you're better than me, that I'm nothing at all.. why not put your money where your mouth is. You and me, right here right now, woman to woman. The loser hands in their notice at work first thing Monday. Oh, and the loser also leaves this house afterwards. The winner gets to sleep in your bed with your husband... well?"
Stunned but still livid, your wife instantly started stripping off. Her rival smiled as she too stripped down until they were both wearing only panties. Your wife laughed at her rivals breasts, thinking she wouldn't stand a chance.
The fight looked to be going her way as they came together. Your wife's large, heavy breasts swamped her rivals, but they were so big and sort the effect was slight. As the two of them began to grapple you saw her rivals strength was superior and it didn't take long before she had manoeuvred your wife into a submissive position and began grinding her pussy powerfully but sensually. Pinning her down and taking her closer and closer to orgasm until finally your wife couldn't resist anymore and shuddered and moaned. Her rival was far from finished though and ground out two more orgasms from your wife until she was a drooling mess. Then, close to the edge herself she clambered up and rode your wife's face to her own orgasm. A few minutes later she was dragging your wife to her knees and guiding her out the front door. Throwing her clothes after her she turned to you and told you to "call a cab for your wife, I don't want her hanging around out here while we're in bed".
It was an amazing night with the lithe, black beauty. Neither of you slept until the following morning. The way she had battered your wife was spectacular and the memory of her riding your wife's face to her own orgasm had you hard virtually all night. Around noon the following day there was a knock on the door. It was your wife, her keys were in the handbag on the sofa where she'd thrown it the previous evening. She'd taken the cab you called to a hotel but, without her handbag she was unable to pay and had to give the driver her wedding and engagement rings to stop him calling the police. Still dishevelled from the beating she'd received, her opponents juices dried on her face, her clothes dirty from the puddle they had landed in when they where thrown out of the door after her, she looked an absolute state walking all the way back home from the hotel. Tired, tearful, looking like some homeless junkie she'd finally made it home only to have the door answered by her rival, smiling amd wearing her dressing gown provocatively tied to reveal her slim, muscular body. This was the beginning of her downfall. Forced to quit her job, she found it difficult to get another. She was broken by your frequent meetings with her enemy, often at your house in your bed. She began drinking, letting herself go. Finally you had no choice but to dump her before she dragged you down with her. Just 2 and a half years after that first defeat you and your new wife, yes her, were entering a Michelin starred restaurant when a shabby woman held out her hand. Your wife took a few pennies from her handbag and hurled them on the floor at the homeless woman's feet. Leaning towards her with an evil grin she said "don't spend it all on strong lager bitch!" and walked away leaving your ex wife scrabbling on her knees for the pennies.
There will be a titfight in the Halloween party
"Hon I just need the house for the afternoon," said your mom, "go keep yourself busy."
"I know what you get up to, you know. This will be your third time fighting this Asian girl. Every time I come back you've still got collar marks on your neck and your tits are bruised all over."
"Yes...well...maybe Suki is just a bit too much woman for Mommy to handle sometimes. And those tits are solid. But Ive got to try! I cant just admit she's better than me!"
"Mom, I dont always leave. Ive seen what she's done to you. You dont just lose, you get *tamed*. She clit fucks you to bits and flattens your tits."
"Well...maybe mommy doesnt mind getting tamed now and then!"
You sighed, "Listen mom. Suki talked to me. She wants you to stop challenging her and just accept your place, so this is the last time she'll answer the challenge. So we came to an agreement. Im going to watch this time and, if you lose, Suki is going to have my fuck your tits and throat."
Your mom gasped at the revelation, "You're going to what?!" Her hand went to her chest, her eyes to your crotch.
"She's going to hold up your tits for me to fuck, and pump your head on my cock if you lose. After that, we hope you'll have had enough. If not, Im going to fuck Suki on top of you. Understand?"
"You'd fuck Suki? The woman who tames mommy? And fuck her into me?! How...how dare you! Do you know how hard Suki's clit will fuck Mommy's with you fucking it into me?! And what if you slip and fuck me by accident?!"
"Then so be it. We break you together."
The doorbell rang.
You were shocked to find your English teacher waiting for you at home after school.
"Shut up," she started, "your mother and I had a talk and Ill be increasing your grade on the essay you failed. But I still think you dont understand Metamorphosis and want you to read it again, at least skim it. Now...you do also get to cum on my tits and..." she sighed, "and Ill call you 'my big boy' while you do it."
Cock iron hard, you slapped it down onto her cleavage.
"You get to *cum* on them, not fuck-ugh nevermind you already started. Just get it over with and dont thrust so hard, they're sore...my big boy."
