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Two More Lost Sidekick Stories are Here, Rivals!
The two had scratches on their breasts and bruises on their necks, forearms and faces. The crowd was murmuring in approval of what they had seen so far. Many of them figured it was over. And if it was, certainly it had been the highlight of the evening and probably the week and the month. If not, … well then this was going to be one of those very special evenings that they tell stories about for years.
I could see the sweat on her face. Her hair was getting wet from exertion and the sun. I jerked up my knee and hit her pussy. She groaned and we started to smash our knees into each other. We both got it good shots to the pussy in the next few minutes. Finally we stumbled to the ground. Never letting go of our hair we tangled together like snakes. Our legs were tangled up and we rolled over and over in the short grass as the sun beat down on us. We were sweating profusely now and we slipped around gathering little grass blades that stuck to our sweating bodies.
A Brand New Anna the Marine Chick Story!
Anna was now fighting a woman 30 years younger than she was. Bodies twisted like vines as hands pulled hard at red and brown hair. They tumbled over repeatedly. Dahlia reached in between them to grasp the huge tits. She could not stretch her fingers out enough to cover the entire breast. Fingers constricted as flesh folded over. Anna screamed out and dug her nails into the younger woman’s cheeks.
And Two More HeidiKillerKat Stories!
We released each other’s back and leaned back letting our wet hungry pussies slap together. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP! Each time our cries echoed in the bedroom. We slammed our cunts together again, the orgasm building in me. I could see Emily flush and then her hips started to gyrate more, harder.
The Corporate Catfight Series
Catfight: When BFFs and roommates can take not a second more of each other, tempers flare, bodies meet, and the flames of war are set ablaze.
What if two rivals (The Better Woman and Miranda from FCF) grabbed for each other’s hair and never let go? What if two women went from strangers to hate-filled enemies in a single, agonizing, battle of wills.
In such a contest, there would be but one question: who will let go first? Who will give in before the woman with whom they compete?