Brittany had counted on having an easy time with this blonde upstart Josy. But after two exhausting hours of non-stop pussy-on-pussy clit smacking and a straight five to five orgasms tie, the two contestants sit, sweaty and breathless, thighs crossed, crotch to crotch, and have to admit that nobody will leave the field as winner today. A few small offensives are still dared, but these are only minor things that will no longer be of importance today. The challenges for a rematch will be announced soon. Then this match will be over so that it can be continued at another time.

Late night studying session

The exam phase at the University of Indianapolis is in full swing. For weeks, Claudia (black-haired) and Missie (brunette) have been spending hours in the library from early in the morning until late at night, studying for the semester's final exams. When the two returned to their shared apartment one late evening, the atmosphere was frosty. They were tired, exhausted and easily irritable. Each false remark was a spark that could ignite the powder keg. As expected, that's exactly what happened eventually. They wrestled around, pulled each other's hair and tore their clothes. The whole apartment became their battlefield. But when they were only in torn underwear and partially with bare breasts, the bed was chosen as their final theater of war. The feeling of bare skin on bare skin had turned their anger into lust and after a while their panties began to drip. They couldn't resist the natural urge to cross their legs and get their clits and pussies tangled. They let their pent-up aggression flow to their thighs and forgot all stress thanks to this sexfight. A tried and tested method of maintaining long-term peace in an all-women flat share.

The Drill Sergeant: "Come on, is that all you've got? I want to feel our clits beating each other up! Make me wet! Force me to cum! Be careless and I'll give you a hard orgasm. Stop me! That's the only way you'll have a chance against Keira this weekend. Stop holding yourself back! This is no vanilla sex! It's called fuckfighting. So fight!"

Black Swan

A New York dance ensemble has been rehearsing for a performance at the NBA Finals for some time. However, the lead dancer has still not been finally decided. The ambitious and disciplined Kira (brunette) is struggling to land the role. But her director is still hesitating, because Lily (black-haired) has also announced her ambitions. Under the mounting pressure, Kira confronts her rival and tells her to back off. But Lily is unimpressed. One afternoon, after the practice session, Lily prevents Kira from leaving the dance studio. A challenge is issued - a fight is demanded.

May the best claim the role of lead dancer.

Kira initially refuses, misunderstanding that Lily wants to beat her up. But she has a different kind of contest in mind. Now Kira understands...and accepts. A clitfight against this cocky slut shouldn't be a problem. A wide grin appears on Lily's face as if she was just waiting for this opportunity. So they lock up the dance studio and strip naked to their knee-highs. They engage in a tribadic duel of unrestrained exuberance. Their wet pussies smack against each other and their smooth labia slide over one another as the overwhelming lust makes them moan loudly. It's a merciless fuck. Lily and Kira both want to win at all costs. It's about not cumming. Not against this cunt! Keep scissoring! Sooner or later she has to give in...

Jealousy of the babysitter doesn't always have to stem from unfaithful husbands. Melissa couldn't stand this younger beauty entering her territory. So she had to show this slut who's boss in her own house. It was to prove who fucks better - who is the better woman!

Just like old times

Vanna (red-haired) and Isabella (black-haired) coincidentally bumped into each other at a gym outside of Seattle after not seeing one another for fifteen years. Their college years together were characterized by a constant back and forth between deep friendship and an intimate rivalry. Both were far from chaste in their 20s, which often led to them coveting the same woman or man. Frictions were therefore inevitable. In the meantime they had started families and were in the middle of life. Isabella invited Vanna over to her house to have a chat. But after a while, they felt a wild desire flare up like they hadn't experienced in years. It was the urge to fight, to duel woman to woman the way they had done in college. As their pussies touched again and their clits began to tangle, they realized that they had been missing something in life – unrestrained fuckfighting with an evenly matched opponent. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their crotches and thighs slicked with pussy juices and they let loose their lust with loud moans and fierce tribbing. The passionate contest came to an abrupt end when they heard Isabella's husband's car pulling into the driveway. They quickly separated their quarrelling cunts and got dressed again. But of course this duel would still have to be brought to a finish. Somewhere and sometime, where they can devote themselves to sexual combat undisturbed and without limits...