Clad is nothing but tiny, see thru bras, and a pair of hip hugging thongs, Laura and Eliza stand face to face; their chests heaving with deep, nervous breaths. They stared deep into eachother's eyes, unblinking, searching for weakness, attempting to intimidate one another. A few moments later, Laura smirks, wraps her arms around the small of Eliza's back and yanks her close. Their breast flesh collided between them, nipples struggling to peak through the material to greet each other. Ab muscles pulsated as their stomachs met, the slightest hint of sweat glistening between their belly buttons, trickling down to further moisten their womanhood.
Laura planted a small, wet kiss on Eliza's lips and then whispered, "You're fucking mine, cxnt." Eliza, not to be intimidated, ran her hand up Laura's back, took a handful of long, blonde strands and pulled her face to hers, planting her own kiss of death in return. "No, no bitch...you're mine." With a grip of locks still in hand, she pulled Laura's head back, separating them, and shoved her. Laura grunted and stumbled, her ass planting firmly at the edge of the mattress on the floor; the only piece of furniture in the entire room, as decided by both women. Eliza wasted no time and pounced. Their fierce, violent fight was underway. No rules, no limits, no intruders...
Who wins? Your thoughts? Your ending to the story?
