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.
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