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.
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