Gang War

A bitter gang war between seven hostile, all-female factions has been raging in the London underworld for months. It's about power, money, and above all, sex. You are only worth something among these savage girls if you can prove your sexual power against other women. Therefore, tribfights are the preferred way of competing against each other. After days of negotiations between their leaders, around 200 women from all seven gangs have now gathered in Bonnie Fletcher's brothel in Tottenham, on the ultimate battlefield, to fight out the sex war of all sex wars. Countless rivalries are settled at once, the smacking of hundreds of pussies and the moanings of a whole pack of wet sluts fill the brothel, the scents of sweat and pussy juices are in the air and many warring bitches fuckfight each other to the brink of passing out that night. But they won't stop. It's clit against clit until the very last orgasm!

"What did you just say, bitch? You think she's sexier than me? Well, let's see about that! As soon as my pussy has overwhelmed hers, you're next!"

Ecstatic Struggle

The last moments before the clash are particularly intense. When the urge for sex war isn't withstandable any longer. When swollen clits want to wrestle and soaking wet cunts want to intertwine in an ecstatic struggle, the desire to fight downright overflows. Now it's woman to woman. The focus is only on the rival and you forget the world around you. The only thing that matters is who is sexually stronger. No mercy, no restraint. A contest with nothing but the original weapons of womanhood.

Unspoken Question

While the challenger and her opponent are getting down to business, the two spectators are already targeting each other. Spurred on by the clash of two naked bodies, they also feel an increasing desire for a sexual duel. They almost forgot that they didn't step into the ring tonight because of them. But it almost seemed as if it was yet predetermined. How long before they too get rid of needless clothing and give in to the urge? Who has the better pussy? The question is irrevocably in the room and it demands an answer. Not next week, not tomorrow, now!

A Good Fight

This is a nice example of two different fighting styles in parallel. While the girls on the left take it more slowly, feel each other at first and try to find a good rhythm to not bring themselves into too much trouble, in the battle next to it, things really get down to business right away.

The former is the Defensive Style: The women fight expectantly, cautiously and wait for the right moment to strike. They try to mentally defeat the opponent. The trick is to let the enemy exhaust herself and to go on the offensive at the perfect moment. These duels can be quite time-consuming, but also incredibly intense.

In contrast to this is the Offensive Style: Here the rivals are obviously trying to overwhelm the opponent quickly and violently. They much rather force her to orgasm than wait patiently for it. These sexfights come to a finish pretty quickly, unless it goes over several rounds. This style is used especially when the opponents are particularly hateful to each other. It's quite exhausting and yet fun. Wild, fast and loud!

Every sexfighter has to find her own individual fighting style. But of course a good fight has both defensive and offensive elements.

The glory of the past days

Diana fondly remembers the glory of the late 90s when the girls stood in line to spend just one night with her. At some point they even began to duel with each other to see who deserved her more. The woman with the better pussy of course. For example when Bella (right) once showed up at Anne's (left) garage and they fought a brutal fuck battle on one of Anne's customers cars...according to rumors. But this encounter resulted in a rivalry that would last for years. Diana loved it when these bitches fuckfought unrestrainedly to force the hated slut to climax. She loved being the object of desire, so that girls even crossed clits for her favor. Those days are over. But the memory of two soaked cunts clashing with belligerent intent still makes her hot.

Hotel Room Hustle

In the lobby, Heather (blonde) noticed Taiwanese businesswoman Lin (black-haired) with her big tits almost poking out of her blouse and just had to challenge her to a sex duel. She would fly back to San Francisco very early tomorrow and wanted to take this opportunity to let off some steam. Lin gladly accepted because she also felt the urge to fuckfight. Heather never expected Lin's power. With ease and joy she worked her pussy as the blonde had never felt it before. Their aroused clits fought it out fiercely, but Heather's eventually had to give up. She had a hard orgasm. Sweaty and heavily breathing, Heather lay on the bed with the slightly exhausted Lin next to her. They looked at each other and felt nothing but hate. Lin would have been ready for the next round right off, but her opponent knew that she was simply inferior. Humiliated, Heather had to admit defeat. Lin then dressed again and left the hotel room. From the hallway she could hear Heather screaming angrily and frustrated into her pillow. Lin smiled triumphantly and went straight to the bar.

Have you ever heard the noises of a real sexfight? The moaning, the cursing, the wet smacking? Like a thunderstorm of lesbian desire, which discharges in a slippery wrestling match between two warring clits. Heavenly!

Back to nature

Surrounded by the sounds and smells of nature, the two rivals find their way back to feminine originality. Tied in tribadic contest, they indulge the insatiable urge to compete with each other in the ultimate way. As they unstoppably approach a state of utter ecstasy, the fire of female determination burns in their eyes. The lustful moans and the quick smacking of their wet, clashing pussies are noises that delight the forgotten goddesses of old. It feels right to fight. It feels necessary to fight. It feels good to fight until your opponent is overwhelmed or the climax overcomes you.