Even as teenagers, Nicole (blonde) and Vera (reddish hair) were regularly at loggerheads. Whether they were rolling around in the hay on Vera's cousin's farm or soiling their fancy dresses in a mud puddle outside the village disco, the fights between them were passionately hateful and always blunt. But as they grew older, the way they fought out their duels changed. At some point they came to the realization that the mayhem they unleashed each time was in fact nothing more than the satisfaction of a subconscious lust for one another. Thus, with each subsequent encounter, the textiles became fewer and fewer until the climax of feminine competition was finally reached. The two had found the ultimate natural contest and achieved a state of spiritual purity. Their fights had always felt like a kind of ritual, but now they even had a meditative character. Today Vera and Nicole are graceful Amazons, divas of clit-to-clit combat, tribadic warriors for whom every forced orgasm is more severe than a slap in the face.
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