The party had just begun getting crowded. Two lovely and very busty ladies. Seem to keep bumping into each other.
Zara is talking with some friends, dressed casual. While still looking good enough, for the party.
Alison, wearing some of the same type of clothing. The two ladies, impressive girls. Straining their halter tops.
Their figure hugging jeans, helping to display nice curves.
Zara turns, her chest bumping into Allison once more. Drinks spilling, from both ladies hands.
Some splashing on each of them.
Listen, keep those saggy tits, out of my way bitch." Zara confidently states.
"I would challenge, against your weak tits, any time slut." Alison answers back.
The chant of fight.. fight .. fight begins...
Zara, and Alison standing chests pressed together. Neither lady giving any ground.
"I'm ready to beat your tits down, but not for a crowd." Zara informs, eyes glaring at Alison.
"Ohhh I agree, no hands, titfight." "Just you, me, and a witness." Alison replies.
Zara's eyes drift to someone. "Ohhh Storm, care to witness my tits in action?" Zara calls out.
"You mean her tits, surrendering to mine." Alison ads.
Zara, and Alison begin pushing, and bumping chests more actively.
Words being traded, tempers rising.
I agree ... letting them decide this at my place.
If they desire it ... I can announce who wins, to the party OR the loser. Has to return, to let everyone know, which lady, had the better tits, this fight.
The main living room, is ready ... The couch in place. Most of the other furniture, and things. Shoved out of the way or moved from the room.
The floor carpeted. Letting the ladies fight barefoot, if they wanted to.
It was time ...
Zara was ready ... Alison was ready..
It was time to titfight!
Which lady would win??
