Blind Fight

A new trend is slowly taking hold in the world of sexfighting. It's called blind fighting - basically a blind date, only for tribadic duels. The thrill about this is, as the name suggests, that the women don't know one another at all. Only a few photos are exchanged in order to get an idea of the potential opponent. No long-standing rivalries, no hatred fueling the sexual tension, just two strangers having fun with straightforward sexfighting.

Like Rachel (blonde), a single real estate agent who loves to lose herself in the ecstasy of woman-to-woman sexual competition. However, her job is so time-consuming that it's not easy for her to get to know new girls who share her passion. Thus, blind fights are a quick and convenient way to meet opponents for pussyfights. Like tonight...

Rachel drove straight home after work to shower and get sexy. She then quickly made her way to the Marriott Hotel because Maggie (dark-haired) was already waiting for her in room 367. Without much more than introducing themselves by name, the action began. Since neither of them were wearing any underwear, they were completely naked within seconds and able to lock their wet pussies together. Without further ado, they rubbed clit to clit quickly and passionately. They moaned and screamed as their lust increased immeasurably. It didn't take long for the first orgasms to be traded, but they just kept tribbing. Maggie and Rachel were a perfect match, their cunts fighting it out in perfect disharmony. This pussy war will be fought to the absolute climax until one of the ardent women has to throw in the towel due to exhaustion or orgasmic overkill.

The morning after, Alexia (blonde) feels an overwhelming need to continue the clit war that started last night. Her rival, initially quite sleepy, feels the same way and as their unwavering gazes meet, the unbridled desire for wet cunt fighting arises in them. Alexia's opponent rides her pussy with dynamic, full use of body like a crazed cowgirl. Once again, they compete their sexual skills in the most womanly way possible. Their clits run hot as they quarrel to see who can force their foe to climax first. A tribadic feast for the senses, born from the ultimate question: Who fucks better?

The audacity of flirting with strangers

After returning from the party, Sheila (red-haired) confronts Mai (black-haired) about her behavior with another girl. Feeling betrayed and possessive, Sheila decides to teach Mai a lesson. She needs to be punished for having the audacity to flirt with another bitch. Why should she need it, since this cunt could never hold a candle to Sheila sexually anyway. But Mai is spoiling for a fight and continues to fuel the aggressions through provocations. She won't just let herself be fucked without resistance. And so it was now inevitable that their pussies met to duel.

It was an emotional match laced with lust, jealousy, anger and determination. Neither of them could afford to lose this competition without losing a significant amount of self-confidence and gravitas within the relationship. Sexfighting continued from the early hours of the morning until mid-morning, but before Mai or Sheila could win a decisive trump, signs of fatigue began to set in. Nevertheless, Mai launched a final, desperate offensive to force her girlfriend to surrender. She was able to narrowly turn the tribadic contest in her favor, but only with borderline sexual effort.

If she had had an easier time, this would have been a reason for Mai to reconsider her relationship with Sheila. But this clit war at the highest level showed her that Sheila still had a lot to offer.

There is no better workout than tribfighting! The intensity of pussy-to-pussy matching is the best training for body and mind. A way to ignore everyday life for a moment of ecstasy and focus on the orgasmic duel of the clits.

Bachelorette party

Andrea (brunette) couldn't believe her eyes when she entered the opulent suite reserved for her bachelorette party. From the moment she stepped across the threshold, there seemed to be more than just the usual collection of balloons and festive cocktail drinks awaiting her arrival. Her best friends had thought of something very special for this day. They knew that a tribfight was Andrea's deepest fantasy. Their expressions revealed nothing other than unbridled excitement as they led Andrea deeper into the suite since they had never witnessed anything like this before. It was time for Andrea to finally embrace her innermost desires.

Between the living room and the kitchen stood a woman in a bikini, with shorter, red-dyed hair and full breasts. She was a dream of a woman, staring at Andrea with eyes full of fiery lust, her arms crossed. She was introduced to Andrea as Inola, a lesbian stripper who specialized in offbeat requests. Then her friends took a few steps back and left Inola and Andrea to each other.

Andrea was initially confused when Inola made disparaging comments about her clothing and body and the other girls just giggled slightly outraged. But she quickly understood what it was all about and returned the insults. After minutes of back and forth trash-talking, Andrea ripped off Inola's bikini and grabbed her boobs. In response, Inola also pulled Andrea's top down and did the same. They moaned as they squeezed their nipples and kneaded their tits. Both were cheered on by the girls and requested to have a pussyfight.

They let go of one another and Inola sat on the kitchen counter with her legs wide open. She challenged Andrea to rub her clit on her's until the first woman cums. And so they did! Andrea's friends got wet themselves as the two slid their slippery cunts over each other in a quick and steady rhythm. The air was charged and the room temperature rose with each trib as they fought against the orgasm. The lust and sexual tension among all the women present reached critical levels and everyone agreed that this had to be the best bachelorette party ever.

Tribadic-competitive Elegance

After an intense trib war of womanly vehemence, the battlefield of sexual combat is completely devastated. The bedding had to go west and the feathers spread everywhere. Nevertheless, the match continues undeterred. Once the pussies have met to fight against the climax, it's all about honor and it won't be stopped! They compete in the most intimate way from woman to woman. Who cares what's going on around them? Finally, the tipping point is near. It was a long fuckfight, an evenly-matched duel, but one of them will have to subside within the next moments and give in to the final, backbreaking ecstasy. But they are still struggling against this humiliation and trying to bring their opponent to their knees instead. It's a beautiful spectacle of tribadic-competitive elegance that will result in the ultimate decision of a better woman.