The wall was getting closer and closer, Rose's eyes kept seeing it approach. Although she planted her feet, despite her strength, her ass received continuous slaps, forcing her to push herself closer and closer to the wall.
She felt the pain caused by her rival continue to destroy her from inside her, her muscles taut to her extremes as she tried to push her rival's ass away.
Her end came quickly as her ass collapsed against that of the girl she was fighting with. Rose fell to the ground, finding herself on her back. A second later, Camille's face looked down at her, an evil grin on her face.
"I'm better than you at everything"
Rose's eyes snapped open, her heart pounding out of control. Moonlight streamed in through the window, the blinds lowered enough that the pale light didn't hit her face but came in to illuminate the lower half of the bed.
A nightmare, twisted and painful. Rose's subconscious had linked her previous defeat and the girl who humiliated her the most.
Placing a hand on her chest, Rose returned to breathing normally, the worst of her had passed but the fear of still dreaming that scene or Camille made her nervous.
Looking at her watch, she realized she still had time before she had to go to school. Rose tried to fall asleep again but to no avail. She was too nervous now to close her eyes.
She forced herself to get up, a cold shower would make her heels less heavy. The water refreshed the girl, feeling as if her cold purity washed away the bad feelings from her.
During the morning, Rose concentrated on her lessons so as not to think about anything else. Fortunately, it was useful to do so to go back to the usual girl as always, busy with the study, without other worries.
Rose regained her smile, walking home with one less weight on her chest. She knew her love was waiting for her, he wouldn't be working today, so they had the day to themselves.
When Rose entered her house, however, she heard another voice coming from her living room. A female voice that Rose knew well.
She entered the room, placing her bag near the clothes hanger just after the door. Her man and her ex were talking quietly on the sofa, side by side. Her hand was on his leg.
He was the first to notice her Rose in her skintight black dress, her curves tight and well visible thanks to her dark color, her strong and sexy legs coming out of it from the knees down. The zipper that contained her cleavage was pulled strangely up to her neck, hiding the model's breasts.
"Honey, welcome back," he smiled, standing up and walking over to greet her.
The couple kissed softly, but Rose's attention was mostly reserved for the girl sitting on the couch.
She looks there with resignation on her face, a hint of jealousy towards the girl who was now with the man she had loved years ago. In retrospect, she could have been that girl.
"Bree… what a pleasant surprise"
Rose's voice hid all of her hatred towards the girl, but she tried to keep it inside. Bree got up off the sofa, adjusting her pale yellow summer dress. Her 32E didn't struggle to be on full display, while her slightly plump legs came out invitingly from her skirt.
Rose and Bere embraced and greeted each other, the head of the American girl leaned on the shoulder of the British student, those ten centimeters in height were more visible now that they were close.
"Hi, Rose," she just said, sitting back down.
The man took a seat next to Bree, and Rose had to sit next. His fiancée had thought of coming between the two, but he was quicker not to satisfy her silent whim of jealousy.
"Poor Rose, he told me what happened" Bree spoke up, a smile as sincere as mocking "You should feel broken after that… well, losing in front of your man is not easy to bear"
Rose was immediately annoyed by the sentence. She felt what the American was trying to do. She wanted to belittle her, tease her for losing to him. And this was only a way to indirectly attack her.
"I've had…a bad time," the model answered coldly.
Bree didn't seem to want to let go of her bone though, continuing to dig into an open wound with both hands. She finally had the opportunity to hurt the almighty Rose, always perfect in everyone's eyes.
"Unlucky you say?" laughed the girl, putting a hand in front of her mouth "Well, if two defeats are bad luck, I wonder what it is when she will happen again"
Another arrow shot from the American bow, hitting the student in the chest. Rose didn't know how to argue back, she wanted to scream but she knew it was true after all.
He didn't answer, he continued to listen to Bree's words thoughtfully, feeling how his fiancée's body was continually stiffening.
"She won't happen" Rose's answer was uncertain, even if she wanted to show a certainty that she didn't have.
Bree laughed again, before finally showing what she thought. An underhand move, but one that could have a disastrous effect on Rose.
"It's never happened to me" smiled the American girl "but not everyone can be unbeaten"
The British model widened her eyes. She'd heard the sentence loud and clear, but she'd managed to read across the lines. Bree had just said that she'd never lost to him and that she was a better girlfriend than her because of it.
The American girl had always expressed the thought that Rose was not suitable for the relationship with that man, Bree she knew both and she knew what she liked about him. Rose was just a passing figure.
This had led to constant disagreements between the two, but both had thought it was useless to address the problem. Most of all Bree knew how unbeatable Rose was, and she was out of this world long enough to realize she had no chance against a trained girl like her.
But now Rose presented several weaknesses, the two defeats had undermined her safety, causing her to weaken to such an extent that she no longer represented a threat to Bree.
And this is what she seemed to expect.
"Excuse me?" Rose asked, standing up. Her reaction seemed almost excessive, but the nervousness she was feeling was testing her patience. "What are you insinuating?"
The man looked at Rose with a surprised face, before turning when his ex followed his girlfriend to her feet.
"As well as weak, also stupid" the change in character of the American girl was unnatural. She seemed to have acquired an uncommon confidence as she thrust her chest out menacingly "I'm saying…if he continued to date me, I would never lose to him"
Now that her words were clear to all, Rose's eyes widened. The pent-up anger she felt was coming out now that her ex's thought of her man had been exposed.
"You wouldn't have lasted that long" Rose hissed "He made a choice, leaving you. And that's how he found me"
"He made the wrong choice" Bree smiled "he should have stayed with someone…better"
Bree cocked her head to the side, looking arrogantly into Rose's eyes. The British model felt a flush of anger, before pressing her chest into that of the girl, bringing their faces closer.
"Better?" growled Rose "Do you think you're better than me? Please, I'm way better"
Bree pushed her breasts harder than hers, pushing her back a step.
"I don't think so. I am," Bree smiled, pulling her dress down. "And I'm ready to prove it. Right here, right now. In front of him."
Bree revealed her bare breasts, she wasn't wearing a bra and had come especially for hers. There were too many coincidences, and Rose couldn't believe the American girl hadn't thought of this from the start.
Watching her man's eyes light up at the sight of her large breasts, Rose asked her what would happen if she was late getting home.
"Good..." Rose said, narrowing her eyes "I accept the challenge"
The model slowly unzipped her dress, stepping out of it and into her underwear. Unhooking her bra, I let her boobs free of hers, smiling as Bree too watched the British girl's size advantage.
The American girl followed her rival's lead, removing her dress and throwing it on the couch, so she remained topless.
"Even if you have bigger breasts, you will feel like mine is stronger" Bree smiled, before winking at the man "And then you will feel it too"
This was the straw that broke the camel's back, Rose threw herself at the American girl. Bree pushed her breasts out, meeting the one-size-fits-all pair of Roses with a slap.
Locking eyes, both pushed their breasts harder together, smashing them against each other with a meaty slap, both grunted with the effort. Bumping again and again in the center of the living room, Rose and Bree hugged angrily.
Squeezed together, their boobs pressed against each other, grunting as anger and jealousy took over, quickly turning into a fight to dominate the rival breasts.
Being in the middle of summer, the heat inside the house immediately made the skin of the two girls sweaty, forcing the two girls to hug each other more as they leaned forward, leaning on each other and increasing the pressure on the rival breasts.
Rose looked down, watching as her breasts fought evenly against the girl's smaller pair, sweat mixing inside their cleavage as they both pushed and squeezed, their flesh molding accordingly.
"What's going on, Rose?" she growled Bree, taunting her rival "Aren't you better than me?"
“Fuck you,” Rose hissed, slamming her breasts hard into Bree.
Releasing their grip, both girls lunged at each other again, both sets of tits shaking on impact as the man heard his girlfriend grunt. Bree and Rose pushed their breasts forward again, their nipples bouncing together before burying themselves in each other's flesh.
They began thrusting forward in rhythm, keeping their flesh in constant contact as their tits slid past each other, their breasts kept pressed together as they both continued to force them relentlessly. With one push, the two girls separated their sweaty breasts.
The American girl lifted her breasts with her hands, then charged forward. Rose didn't have time to move, then felt forced to step back from the blow. Bree lunged forward again, and this time the British model couldn't hold back a moan.
Seeing the ex's smile, Rose lifted her tits back to her with her hands, and gnashing her teeth, he charged back. The two couples met halfway with a loud slap, accompanied by grunts from the two girls.
Rose took her time, wrapping her arms around Bree's back immediately after her collision. The American girl moaned in surprise, feeling her rival grip tighten on her, hissing in hatred as she mimicked her move.
Soon, both girls felt their boobs molding together, against each other, feeling the frustration of how neither pair was giving ground to the other, continuing to push each other with no clear winner even though the girls started grinding at each other. more aggressive way.
Britain's breasts slid over and around her rivals' breasts as Bree continued to move her chest left and right for a few minutes. Neither of them could make any headway against their rival, both's boobs were still fierce on both sides.
"I'll feel your flabby tits fall, bitch" Rose hissed, looking down at her breasts and staring back at her rival.
Bree freed the British student's back, before throwing her breasts head-on into the opposing pair. Rose didn't have time to stop the attack, feeling for a second her breasts flattening on impact. A second blow made the British girl moan, her eyes widening in her surprise.
"Does it hurt, bitch?" Bree smirked “He's too much for you. But after I'm done, he'll figure out who he really should be with"
Rose felt that sentence like a stab, her rival was trying to destroy her in front of her man to take it back. The British girl knew that if her breasts lost that fight, Bree would probably be able to get what she wanted. Just the thought of her made Rose's hatred explode.
The American girl prepared to attack again, but the model quickly swung her boobs against the enemy pair from the right. The impact produced an incredible pop, the flesh of Bree's breasts shaking violently on impact as she moaned. Without stopping, Rose grabbed her rival's body before swinging her breasts again.
The American girl moaned in pain, before managing to block her rival's breast with her own with effort, intercepting Rose's momentum. Both girls stepped back, groaning from the blow, before charging at each other again.
"Bitch, I will destroy your pathetic bags!" growled Rose, in hatred.
"Fuck you!" replied Bree.
The American girl's hands grabbed her rival's back and pulled her to herself before the British model also imitated the move. Their four sweaty breasts swelled and spread against each other, hugely squeezed by the two girls.
They began repeatedly slapping their breasts together, pushing harder and harder between them, feeling how the rival pair resisted the challenge, spreading between them as the two girls rubbed them together. The man's eyes were fixed on the boobs being pushed up and down, giving and taking ground continuously.
"Only a matter of time..." whispered Bree between quick breaths "...and he will be mine again."
"Damn bitch," growled Rose as she thrust again.
Their thrusts became more and more violent, ignoring the burning she felt in her body as she fought, she had to win. At any cost. Her man's ex could not crush her in front of him, Rose would not be able to take it.
Rose roared before she began pumping her tits into the rival pair, and Bree responded the same way, gritting her teeth. Their chests shattered together, their breasts slammed into each other harder and harder as their flesh deformed with each impact.
Rose pressed her breasts more into the enemy pair, increasing the force of her thrusts, going on tiptoe to increase the pressure. Bree followed soon after, trying to fend off her rival's ever-increasing assault. Their bodies moved around the living room, going back and forth with each exchange.
Their breasts collided incessantly, flattening together before returning to their original shape, but Rose did not worry about that. She knew her breasts were better, she could win. She had to win. Both girls pushed their breasts forward again.
The two pairs crushed together, but this time one of them felt a difference in the collision. Bree opened her mouth to complain, losing that precious second to return to the fight, which Rose stole, however. The British girl thrust forward again, again and again, feeling her rival respond but move back more.
Still meeting halfway, Bree gritted her teeth as their breasts swelled outward. Rose's gaze burned into rival eyes, pressing her breasts more into the enemy pair, forcing the American girl back again until her back hit the cold wall.
"Fuck!" moaned Bree, her back to the wall.
Rose smiled, before attacking again. The American girl tried to get off the wall but her rival pushed her back with her breasts, pressing them into the smaller pair. The model immediately tried to block her rival's wrists, but Bree managed to intertwine her fingers with her to try to get out of the unpleasant situation. The American girl pushed the rival arms with all her might, but when she looked up at Rose's face, the British girl smiled arrogantly.
"N-n-nooooo..." moaned Bree, as Rose slowly pushed her rival arms back, applying more and more force but enough to feel all the trembling of the trapped girl.
Once Bree's hands were slammed against the wall, Rose took to thrusting her breasts into her rival's, stabbing the American girl's flesh with her nipples hard, listening to her rival's moans of pain as she felt her breasts being pierced and crushed.
"Let me go, bitch!" moaned Bree.
Rose smiled wickedly as she continued to assault her rival's breasts, thrusting her larger tits forward into Bree's, who screamed angrily, trying to push her opponent away. The British model retreated before charging in on tiptoe, hurling her breasts with brutal force at the opposing pair. Again and again, Rose continued to slam her magnificent breasts into the American chest with savage force, savoring the girl's moans of pain.
Although she continued to fight back, Bree's moans became more frequent as Rose's nipples penetrated her flesh. The American girl still tried to escape, relentlessly rubbing her breasts into Rose's, their flesh thrusting and locking as they tried to gain as much ground between them as possible.
Bree, however, felt how her flesh was slowly being crushed and cut, her hard nipples bending more and more against Rose's stronger spikes as she was being destroyed. She opened her eyes wide as she felt she was losing to the girl who had stolen her man, refusing to admit it and continuing to slam their breasts together, moaning as the end drew closer and closer.
After a few minutes, Bree moaned in despair, the pain incredible and her breasts had now lost almost all space between their bodies. Rose continued to smile, pushing her pair more into her rival's. She watched Bree's tears as she continued to push her pair harder into the defeated American breast.
"Stop..." sobbed Bree. "Stop. You won..." The taste of defeat was bitter indeed.
"Who has better boobs?" asked Rose, holding her breasts firmly against her rival's.
Bree did not answer right away, her pride making her think she could still win, that she could still fight back. But the model pushed her breasts forward, penetrating Bree's breasts, forcing her to moan in pain.
"Noooooo!" she moaned.
One more push and Bree's breasts flattened completely, pressed by Rose's better tits. The British model kept her breasts pressed for a few more seconds, savoring the feeling of having dominated the rival pair in front of her man, before pulling away and dropping Bree to her knees.
The American girl immediately squeezed her battered breasts, massaging them to get some refreshment from the incredible pain and humiliation. Rose looked at her with a smile before she heard the sound of her pants dropping. Turning around, she saw her love standing there, his erect cock pointed at her.
Meeting the man's gaze, Rose licked her lips, slowly approaching him, turning so she could see Bree whimpering and dropping to her knees. Her mouth opened slightly, running over the tip of his cock gently, feeling the man's already aroused breath.
Rose began to kiss her man's erection, immediately using her tongue to lick the incredible erection, knowing that she had created it, her victory in the titfight had made her man aroused. It was a magnificent and fulfilling feeling, feeling her man's manhood all to herself.
The British model continued to tease her man's erection, looking him in the eye and casting smug glances at the American girl, who was watching the scene as she cradled her destroyed breasts.
Hissing with hatred, Bree tightened her lips, watching as Rose's sexy tongue licked the man's erection she wanted to take back, her rival was licking the cock that was supposed to be hers.
The man's moan of pleasure triggered something inside the American girl. She could not give up, Rose was not the better woman, she was. He could still make up for what she had lost.
Moving on all fours, breasts hanging down like huge drops of water, Bree reached for Rose as the girl's gaze was fixed on her man's. Without waiting, Bree's mouth began to kiss the man's erection, her tongue passing where Rose could not.
The British model stopped suddenly, watching her rival lick his erection, Bree's gaze worth more than words, a clear challenge between them, making the war still open.
Bree did not hesitate to give a hard lick along the shaft, coating it with her saliva as she looked at her rival, then sucking the head.
Rose returned to the attack, but the American girl made sure not to be moved, using her body as her weight. Trying to put her mouth on the head of the man's erection, the two girls began to thrust cheek to cheek, the girlfriend managed to move the American girl's mouth away from the erection.
Bree hissed as she pulled away, watching as Rose took the man's erection in her mouth. Turning back, the two took to pushing each other again, their tongues licking the shaft, occasionally touching and trying to steal more of each other's ground.
The girlfriend and the ex looked at each other with hatred as they licked and kissed the cock of the man they had both loved, each convinced that she should be the one to have the cum in their mouths once that little contest was over, but they would have to get rid of their rival to do so.
Bree suddenly opened her mouth, taking in the entire cock, moving downward and moaning, almost reaching the base. Her eyes lifted to the man's, a mischievous look as she heard him moan, his erection clenched in her throat.
"Oh god ... Bree ... so good," he moaned.
The American girl's eyes shifted to Rose's, a clear provocation as she descended as far as she could on the shaft, showing how well she could take him, holding him for a few seconds before rising and releasing him with a wet pop.
"You're not on my level, bitch," smiled the ex, running her tongue over his erection once more.
Rose hissed in response, going back to licking her man's cock, casting hateful glances at her rival. Continuing, Bree seemed to give Rose free access to the tip, as if daring her to do the same. The challenge was accepted seconds later.
The British model wrapped her lips around the tip of the cock, descending slowly and letting her lips feel completely down the shaft. Raising her magnetic eyes to the man, she saw him throw his head back in pleasure.
Rose went lower and lower, feeling Bree's sweet kisses on her man's balls as she did so. She could not lose that challenge, she was better than her rival, so she took more of his erection inside her throat. Closing her eyes, she pushed lower, finally reaching to touch the base of the shaft with her lips. Hearing the man moan, Rose met Bree's gaze, reading her disappointment as she felt herself overcome by that challenge.
The student moved her head slightly left and right, to let the man feel how good she was, sucking in as she slowly came back up. The cock came out of her mouth covered in saliva, throbbing and juicy as Rose continued to suck him faster.
"Better than you," winked Rose swaggeringly.
Bree growled low, before charging back in. The two girls went back to thrusting, occasionally managing to close their mouths over their heads and get off enough to make the man moan before their rival interfered. Every second could have been their last.
Their tongues tormented the erection again, feeling how close he was to cum. Both felt it, and both knew they would have to clamp their mouths on the tip to get all the cum for themselves.
When they felt his body trembling, his moan of pleasure marking the end of his resistance, both girls pushed their mouths onto the erection, trying to push off to get the best access. Rose's and Bree's mouths pressed on the tip, cheek to cheek as he cum.
Semen was obtained and stolen from both, neither had managed to push the other off in time to have all the man's cum for them, finding themselves obliged to share it as the man groaned. Bree and Rose looked at each other, feeling the salty taste of their man in their mouths and knowing the other had a portion of him.
They could not let it be so, in unison they closed each other's mouths, thrusting their tongues into each other's mouths. Neither of them wanted to let the other girl have the precious sperm in their mouths, even if it meant stealing it.
The man sat back down on the couch, watching the two girls struggle with their tongues to take as much cum as possible, watching how their cheeks seemed to pierce each time their tongues fought each other. Listening to the moans and grunts, it seemed that Bree was getting the better of them, although Rose did not give her enough time to think about what she might do.
After a long and interminable exchange, the two girls let go, breathless. Panting, they licked their lips to remove even the last remnant of the man's cum, continuing to stare at each other with hatred.
Bree shifted her gaze to the man's, looking at him as if he was waiting to see who was the better woman. She could not afford to stay in that situation; her breasts had been destroyed and she had failed to win the blowjob contest. She had only one card left to play.
"Bitch," hissed the American girl, turning back to her rival, "I want to show everyone that I am the better woman."
Rose looked at the American girl, squinting as she opened her legs, shifting her panties slightly to show her moist pussy. Bree knew she could still make up for it all by proving herself better in bed, knowing that Rose had lost just that kind of competition.
"He knows I'm the better woman," hissed the girlfriend, in turn spreading her legs wider.
The two girls glared at each other, lowering their gaze to the rival pussy and then returning to stare at each other. Both considered themselves better than the other, Bree convinced she could take Rose's body now that she was weaker. The British model was not going to let that girl win against her; she could not lose in front of him again.
Bree smiled, starting to get up without taking her eyes off her rival. Rose quickly followed her, not understanding what that girl's intentions were. The former lowered her briefs, stepping out of them and picking them up with her hands. An arrogant smile and Bree's briefs were tossed to the man sitting on the couch so that he could have them for himself.
Rose's eyes flashed furiously, but she participated in the game without question, removing the briefs and tossing them to her man. Her eyes broke away from Bree for a second, watching what he wanted to do with the slips--with Bree's slips especially. This was enough for the American girl, who took advantage of Rose's weakness to throw herself at her. The model, however, was not underestimating her rival, turning around just in time and locking hands with Bree in a show of strength.
Their fingers intertwined after a few seconds, digging into each other's skin with their nails, trying to force themselves back from the start, bringing their bodies together, face to face, breasts pressed together as they looked at each other with hatred.
Their arms trembled as they spread to their sides, bringing their bodies more into contact. Their breasts pressed more, though Rose's pair were better shaped than Bree's, their bellies and thighs rubbed together as they continued their duel.
Pushing each other, the two girls began to move around the room, legs spread apart for more thrust and resistance, where Rose's gym sessions made it easier to gain the first advantage. Bree grunted with effort as her body continued to move back further than Rose's, the British student began smiling arrogantly as she carried her rival's body toward the bedroom.
Stepping back further and further, a gleam of frustration in her eyes as she felt her rival winning again, she spread her arms wide to use the door jambs as an aid to keep from being pushed back. Their legs pushed together, breasts squeezed harder as Rose tried to force her rival back, gritting her teeth.
Noses pressed together, Bree felt that even in that position she would not be able to win, so she thought to break her enemy's concentration by sticking out her tongue and licking Rose's mouth. The British model responded in the same way, throwing her tongue over Bree's lips, then engaging in a tongue duel.
Each girl tilted their face so that their mouths joined as best they could, their lips sealed together as their tongues faced each other in each other's mouths. The thrusts became less forceful, but Rose continually tried to push Bree back as the American girl tried hard to resist.
The pain she felt in her arms, however, had become too intense for Bree; her elbows were pressed against the jambs and were pressed continuously by Rose's strength. The American girl had to give up and return to a normal position, finally being pushed back again by the British model.
Bree lost her balance, stumbling into the carpet of the room, taking Rose with her. Their bodies continued to follow each other until they both fell onto the bed, halfway down. Without letting go, they both moved quickly, finding themselves side by side on the bed, struggling for a position at the top.
Hugging each other, they forcefully pushed their pussies together, rubbing them relentlessly, trying to push each other on their backs to get on top of the other. Bree managed to hook one leg around Rose's, finally pulling herself on top of the British girl. Rose gritted her teeth, forcing her breasts into Bree's pair as their pussies matched again.
The man watched as the two girls' red tongues twisted together as their lips parted to take oxygen, fighting relentlessly. Bree pushed her hips into Rose's, lifting them off the bed. The British girl pushed her waist back, trying to break the rival maneuver, ending up on top of her body as their pussies separated.
"Do you really think your pussy can beat mine, bitch?" hissed Rose.
"Well, I'm here waiting to destroy you. Why don't you find out for yourself?" growled the American girl.
Bree tightened her legs around Rose's, using them as leverage to lift her upper body, the British model moved even closer, increasing the pressure on their warring pussies. Bree's body rose until she arched her back as Rose pushed harder, their wet pussy lips sealed together as their clitorises came face to face.
Bree began to use all her weight against her rival, Rose's body began to shake as she felt her clit sliding on the Americans, but she struggled to thrust hard, causing her rival to fall onto her elbows surprised by the sudden force. Rose acted quickly, mounting Bree and keeping her legs entwined together.
"Get ready to cum, bitch!" cried Rose.
"You won't be able to do it, slut," screamed Bree, pumping back.
The British model began thrusting her pussy into Bree's, their eyes locked in a venomous exchange of silent insults, the American body continuing to fight relentlessly as if to mark her certainty of victory. Bree's body began to shake more, her eyes flashing before she used her foot to push Rose away and separate their pussies for a second.
The two girls separated, falling onto their asses and looking at each other angrily, their legs spread open like scissors. Without saying anything, they both pushed forward and squeezed their wet pussies together, their clitorises twisting tightly together.
"My pussy will devour yours completely!" growled Rose.
"Fuck you, the only thing you'll see is my pussy dominating yours!" replied Bree curtly.
Both girls continued to exchange insults as the man looked at them with wide eyes. His erection was in his hand as he masturbated to watching two such sexy girls fight over him. His eyes registered every movement, listening to every moan of the girls as the pleasure blazed between them.
Screaming and grunting, the two women threw themselves at each other, their breasts smashing together as they wrapped their arms around each other tightly. Nose to nose, they stared intensely at each other before Bree stuck out her tongue and licked Rose's mouth.
"Are you woman enough to face me clit to clit and tongue to tongue, bitch?" hissed the American girl.
Rose responded by licking her rival's lips, who opened her mouth and pushed her tongue immediately against her counterpart, engaging each other in a duel of tongues, looking at each other with hatred as their tongues fluttered wildly back and forth.
Rose increased the pressure on her grip, wrapping her legs around Bree's back, also squeezing her with her arms with all the strength she had. The American girl responded in the same way, tightening her legs around Rose and her arms helped increase the pressure on their bodies, tilting her head to seal their mouths in an open-mouthed kiss.
Their bodies trembled with pleasure as their tongues twisted and slid together relentlessly, their clitorises slamming incessantly as the two girls remained in that position, dueling violently to pleasure the other and take her over the edge.
The more time passed, the more Bree began to lose her strength until Rose managed to push her onto her back the girl with more sexual power. Once mounted by the British model, Bree was fucked relentlessly into submission, a huge orgasm erupting from the American girl's body as she tried to pull away from the kiss with Rose, feeling almost suffocated.
Rose stopped tormenting her after a few seconds, making sure that everyone in that room was sure of their victory.
"Stop...stop please," whined Bree.
"I guess now we know who the better woman is," declared Rose with a smile.
The man groaned, drawing her attention. Those last words must have given the last touch to her pleasure so much that she could not hold back a moan. Rose bit her lip, intimating him to come closer to her. The man joined Rose on the bed, positioning himself so that his erection could enter his girlfriend's mouth.
Still with her legs wrapped around Bree's, their pussies still in contact, Rose began sucking her manhood under the eyes of her defeated rival. Each time she sucked, he pushed his pussy into the American one, hearing the girl's pained moans. When his cum entered her mouth, she turned to Bree, watching her lick her lips. The man was hers, and she could have him no more.
