After nearly two full minutes both combatants began to succumb to exhaustion as their cunt bashing slowed into a vicious wet grind. They reached across their bodies and laced their fingers together, struggling to a sitting position. Their engorged tits crushed and rolled, mating so fiercely both women nearly felt they were pressing into one body.
The two blondes bucked and groaned and strained, both oversexed women concentrating on squeezing and crushing each other tighter, both fighting a losing battle to keep from coming. Their clits were fused together in a wet, probing kiss, grinding brutally and deliciously. With a sudden cry Andrea let go… She was unable to keep her orgasm in any longer.
Abigail cried out in an animalistic scream of pure ecstasy as she felt Andrea’s splash, overtaking the final stepping stone her orgasm needed to explode out of her. She cried out in a mixture of pleasure, pain, and relief as she let go.
Both women fell on their asses, breathing heavily, neither sure whose cum lay most on their cunts.
“You little slut!” Abigail gasped. “I knew you were too weak for Jasmine!”
“Fucking whore!” Andrea sputtered. “It’s going to take more than one orgasm to make me surrender!”
Both women regarded each other with an emotion of hatred and lust that they had never before experienced. Andrea’s fingertips traced the curves of her thigh, then brought her damp hand toward her mouth and lapped up the juice. The bittersweet taste of Abigail’s cum mixed with her own sent her over the edge; she wanted more. Much more.
“I think I need a shower bitch!” Andrea hissed, glaring at her opponent challengingly.
“So do I.” Abigail accepted, climbing unsteadily to her feet. She waited for Andrea to do the same, glaring at her all the while. Andrea met Abigail’s stare as the two women came together again.
Almost immediately the two women drove their tongues deeply into each other’s mouths. For several seconds they stood their ground, each scouring the other blonde’s mouth with her powerful tongue. With a strangled growl the two women threw their arms around each other and began struggling towards the bathroom door.
With a grunt the two women half stumbled, half fell against the tile walls of the apartment’s small, walk-in shower. Even with their backs pressed firmly against the wall there was little more than a few centimeters between their bodies. Andrea’s right hand struggled with the door while Abigail’s left fumbled with the water.
Cold water hit the two struggling vixens, causing their mouths to break apart. Within moments the chilling spray had both blondes soaking wet, but relief from the water rushing along the combatants’ bodies was short lived. Abigail thrust her hips viciously against Andrea’s, forcing the two women into direct pelvis to pelvis contact once again. Andrea equalized the pressure between their bodies immediately, glaring into her enemy’s face furiously.
The two gorgeous women’s bodies seemed to be frozen against one another in a mutual deadlock. Their thighs and pussies quivered violently against each other as the two beauties forced the front of their tender, equally aroused sex-horns to duel. Point to point they struggled in a beautifully brutal, evenly matched test of strength and endurance. They moaned in unison as they pushed harder, each woman attempting to crush back her enemy’s cunt with her own.
With a moan their slick bodies shifted, each woman sliding her right leg in between her opponent’s thighs. Almost immediately they tightened their hold, warm thigh constricting so tightly against warm thigh that the pain was almost unbearable.
Both blondes mashed their mouths into one another once again, forcing their tongues into another wet, probing duel. Their faces twisted and writhed so passionately that their long, flowing hair began to tangle together, knotting tightly through the chilling spray.
The two dueling beauties held one another viciously, but close, each trying to keep her body warm despite the freezing downpour. Backs to the wall they began to buck and grind again, each woman raising her right thigh against her enemy’s cunt, each enticing the other to ride her leg.
Faster and faster their bodies struggled, as if each girl’s only goal was to sexually destroy her opponent, regardless of what that goal put her own body through. Their bodies trembled and shook despite the heat that emanated from their battling flesh, partly from the water and partly from the pure excitement and eroticism of their struggle.
Abigail and Andrea moaned into each other’s mouths as their bodies pumped together. The two women sank their nails deeper and deeper into one another’s tight, muscular ass. They matched one another pulse for pulse, forcing their eyes to remain open and locked despite the growing ecstasy that continued to overtake their flesh.
Harder and harder their collisions grew. Deeper and deeper their tongues explored. Faster and faster their bodies fucked. They tried to focus on one another’s eyes, tried to focus on anything but the sex, but it was no use. They could feel their own selfish desires beginning to take over once again.
Their rhythmic thumping had become a steady drum beat. Their muffled cries had evolved into the chorus of venomous passion. The two blondes knew they had to continue on, knew they had to outlast each other, but instinct had already taken over, and the taught, smooth skin of one another’s thigh was no longer enough to satisfy their boiling cunts.
With a cry Abigail and Andrea tumbled through the shower’s door so hard it was nearly torn from its hinges. The two dripping blondes stumbled into the penthouse den, locked bodies still humping all the while. After what seemed like hours the two women arrived at their destination, collapsing heavily upon one of the room’s soft leather armchairs.
As soon as their asses hit the cushion both women knew the final bout was on. The two battling beauties tossed their arms around one another’s bodies furiously, each struggling to destroy the other’s tits with her own.
Andrea and Abigail glared hate into one another’s eyes as they remained locked. Their long, pink tongues never slowed, corkscrewing so viciously around and around that even through their mixed saliva their battling muscles felt as rough as sandpaper.
With a moan oozing with both agony and ecstasy the two roommates shifted against each other, bracing their backs against the arms of the chair, preparing their leverage for the climax of their fuckwar.
Each woman could feel herself breaking down, but neither Abigail nor Andrea was willing to quit. They rotated their sopping cunts together in opposite directions, moaning as their wet twats suction cupped together, and then sprang apart with a damp pop.
As soon as the two blondes felt the other’s stiff clit slice viciously against her own they began the attack, crushing their cunts together with such agonizing force that their mouths nearly disengaged from one another immediately. They constricted their entire bodies around one another even more tightly, adding to the pressure with each passing second.
Wet hair flew wildly about the two warring women’s faces as they fucked, but their tongues never disengaged from one another. Tits crushed against tits with such rage that their nipples felt like spear points as they buried themselves in the other woman’s flesh.
The two blondes’ muffled moans and cries and screams grew in pitch and volume as wave upon wave of pleasure and pain washed over their nude bodies. Orgasm after orgasm pounded through both Andrea’s and Abigail’s wills, colliding in time with their rhythmic cycle with such ferocious passion that neither woman felt she had the luxury to stop, long after the pleasure had turned to pain.
The two women fucked for what seemed like hours. The rage, the pain, the pleasure, the determination; all of it had combined into a completely new world for the battling beauties. The moans and cries had gotten so loud that neither woman could hardly imagine a world without them. The sound had become almost a separate being, urging them on to continue the struggle towards eternity!
And then at once, all was still. The constant, brutal, grind had wracked Abigail’s nerves to the point of exhaustion, but she no longer felt the pressure from her rival
that she had grown accustomed to. Andrea’s body had become still. Even her tongue, which was still thrust into Abigail’s mouth had fallen limp, and Abigail couldn’t resist the urge to play with it a while longer. The rise and fall of Andrea’s chest was the only visible movement, and with a sigh Abigail released her enemy, allowing her to fall back against the chair.
Slowly Abigail removed herself from their tangled mass, wincing as she peeled her flesh away from Andrea’s equally sore body. She placed her hand upon the chair’s leather arm, supporting herself as she slowly caught her breath.
Abigail half stumbled back towards the bathroom, allowing the rush of the shower’s still running water to fill her ears. She glanced into the mirror, staring into the face of a victorious warrior. She smiled to herself, wondering what kind of game she and Andrea would play next once their bodies healed.
Abigail was about to step into the shower when she had a thought. She played with the thought for a while, and almost acted against it. But then she decided.
She rushed back to the bedroom where the duel had started, grabbing her cellphone from the bedside dresser. She paused to catch her breath, staring at the lit screen for almost a full minute, then made up her mind and dialed the number.
‘I did win after all.’ she thought to herself as the line rang. “Hello, Jasmine?” Abigail began as she heard her pick up the receiver. “Hey, this is Abigail…”
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