Before dresses are removed and undergarments come off, if it easy to assume that the bigger tits are the better tits, and that a pitched battle between them will lead not but to doom for one, and glory for the other. But there is no way to know, before two women engage, whose nipples will bend, and after hours of fencing, sliding, and slamming, whose will retreat back into their owner’s body. And that is why they fight.
Neither willing to be beaten by guess, and defeated by estimate. Each needing to feel for themselves their nipples ache in defeat or throb in glorious victory.Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in