Never judge a book by its cover

"She's just a cheap whore.", Fábia (brunette) thought to herself, "She's always dealing with limp dicks. How's she supposed to compete with a real woman's pussy?". She regretted that arrogance now that their clits were waging a war for pure survival. At some point they had stopped counting their orgasms, for now it was all about driving the opponent to absolute exhaustion. It was a brutal and ruthless mess. The warm, humid air hung heavy in the small bedroom as their soaking wet pussies smacked and squeezed again and again. This thirst for a primal, raw sexual competition among women could only be quenched this way, even if the two rivals were so focused at the moment that they would have forgotten their own names.