Lesbian Fight Turns to HARD Tribbing
The Salacious Saga of the Catfighting Cuties
It was a sweltering summer’s day, and the air was thick with tension as two luscious lovers – a milky skinned blonde bombshell named Barbie, and her raven-haired fiery temptress, Sienna – squared off in their dimly lit bedroom. The cause of their bickering was as juvenile as their lovemaking was wanton: Barbie had accused Sienna of eying up another lady during their last excursion to the local bar slut-shaming every other female in the vicinity. Sienna, in turn, had retorted that Barbie was projecting her own wandering eye. And so, a puerile squabble had erupted into a full-blown and completely consensual catfight.
Their arguments gradually transformed into shoves, slaps, and pulled hair. Teeth gnashed, knuckles turned white as iron as the vixens clawed and scratched at each other’s bare skin. But beneath all the unrestrained passion, an undercurrent of forced innuendo and suggestive positioning hinted that, intentionally or not, both wanted the other to initiate lewd acts of sweet, sinful retribution.
Abruptly, the tussle moved to the bed, where their ample bosoms heaved and their taut midriffs flexed as they scissored, each trying to gain the upper hand and all their fury and excitement culminating in a furious sixty-nine. Their moist pink slits rubbed deliciously together as the girls sank their stubble-scraped cheeks into each other’s lap. Labia rippled over lady lips, flesh slurping lewdly as they ground their dripping cunts into one another with all the fervor of rutting dogs in heat.
Barbie, the lighter of the two, initialed gained the edge, locking her sexy sorority thighs around Sienna’s head like a vice as she shamelessly shoved her face into her lush, wet mound. But Sienna was no pushover – responding with a knowing smirk, Sienna lashed out her tongue, prodigiously probing and masterfully manipulating Barbie’s stiff little clit and tender pussy rosebud, all the while snaking her own legs around Barbie’s head.
Beneath the smothering heat of Sienna’s wet haired sex, Barbie was both overpowered and completely overjoyed. She returned the favor with gusto, lapping at Sienna’s quivering quim as if she hadn’t eaten in days. Her tongue was everywhere – swirling around the engorged heads of Sienna’s clit and cunt over and over, tracing the ridges and curves of her mounting mound. Lips and tongue undulated back and forth as Barbie feasted on Sienna’s copious sweet nectar, savoring the tang of her unique flavor while thrusting two fingers deep into her tight channel, curling and pumping.
Sienna arched her back, hands gripping the sheets and tugging violently, muffled cries of pleasure melding into the squelching, schlicking sounds of tongue and fingers drenched in wet pussy. The room grew hotter and stickier, and soon the air was thick with the scent of boiling honey and carnal sweat.
Their movements became frantic, desperate. Hair was pulled, fingernails raked tender flesh, drawers and heels were thrown across the room alongside insults and pleading, each urging their lover on to sate this aching frustration consuming their loins. Barbie started to weep from overwhelming sensation and Sienna bit her lip to silence her screams. Every muscle they owned strained with tension, coiling tighter and tighter like springs, ready to snap.
Their little rift had blossomed into a passionate reconciliation the likes of which the neighborhood had never seen, as the two lovers careened toward mutual climax like a freight train on the fast track to the carnality brimstone. With a strangled howl that shattered the weak glass of the lamp on the nightstand, Barbie reached her peak, exploding into indescribable ecstasy, followed just moments later by Sienna. They quaked and shuddered against each other, foreheads pressed together, sharing their gasps and cries through shared breath. The bed rocked almost violently as climax swelled through their bodies like a tidal wave and crested stars burst behind their eyes. At last, their trembling subsided and they collapsed onto the sweat-soaked sheets in sensory overload.
In utterly raw contentment, Barbie and Sienna shared a lazy, languid kiss, tasting each other’s essence and the electric tang of the oxygen that always exploded back into the room post-coitus. These two unlikely heroines, who had begun this sexual escapade as passive-aggressive rivals, were now devoted lovers incapable of functioning independently of one another.
“Think you can behave yourself next time?” Barbie asked playfully as her fingers danced across Sienna’s ribs.
“Hmm, doubtful. Let’s be honest, sweetheart… we both know that you’re still going to act out and give me reason to throw you down and shove my tongue up your deliciously naughty places again and again,” Sienna retorted with a wicked grin.
Barbie rolled her eyes, but took Sienna’s hand and squeezed as the two women settled into another long, deep kiss – one that subtly hinted that this was just the first of many steamy repetitions of their scorchingly arousing fights in their all-too-b fərvent foray into erotic requierement.
