Let's earn this trib the title 'fight'!

- "Mhhmm…you think you can take me down? Your pussy is too weak."

- "Oh, please! I'll crush you like the slut you are…uuhh."

- "Don't make me laugh. You're all talk, no action."

- "Really? Look who's on top. I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy."

- "Just because you're on top doesn't mean I'm so easily dominated, bitch. Admit it, you enjoy the way our slippery clits circle each other and our wet pussies smack as they collide."

- "Oh yeah, I do actually enjoy it. I enjoy feeling my clit pinning down yours."

- "Come on, tough girl, bring it on! Let's earn this trib the title 'fight'!"

- "You're right. I want to fuck, not talk. So I can defeat you in your own bed."

Their cunts overflow with the realization that they have finally crossed their legs. For years they desired and envied each other, so that over time an explosive cocktail of lust and hate brewed. Now words and fantasies are followed by wet actions. Right here, in this darkened hotel room, they could give free rein to their emotions of all stripes. A contest from woman to woman, clit on clit, struggling against climax, a test of ecstatic control.

Meeting of Generations

Svenja (red-haired), the undisputed sexfight champion of her generation, enjoyed the warm summer wind caressing her breasts. She was on the verge of retirement from her professional career, but before she hung up her gloves, there was one last challenge she craved. Clara (black-haired), the reigning champion of the current generation, stood before her, equally as skilled and hungry for victory. They had chosen a remote meadow for their showdown in order to settle this most natural of all female contests in an appropriate environment.

The way their slippery pussies met sparked a tribadic war of clitoral clashes the likes of which the world had never seen before in such equality. Two queens, two unmatched pussies matching each other, willing to find out who can prove her sexual superiority. Their movements were purposeful, always careful to identify weaknesses. But the longer they fought and the louder they moaned, the more the simmering impatience spread. Little did Clara and Svenja know that they were in the middle of the most intense sexfight ever.

They watched their hard clits excitedly as they wrestled and both felt a climax inexorably approaching. Juices squirted between their thighs as their cunts slid over each other again and again, leaving threads of lust behind before they came back together repeatedly. Svenja and Clara never wanted to stop because they had finally found a truly worthy opponent. But here only one woman will crown herself queen and pierce her rival with an ultimate orgasm.

Hard Stimuli

Sexfighting means constant motion. The wet pussies intertwine in circular movements and the women also circle around one another like two lionesses digging their claws into each other. So their clits claw at each other with hostile intent to force their rival to ecstasy. It's hard not to get lost in the hedonism of the moment as the gracefully naked, feminine bodies, shimmering with the sweat of battle, tremble with pleasure. But the girl who just lies statically on her back and doesn't respond to the thrusts and grinds, has already lost. Keep the pussyfight going at all costs so you aren't made cum helplessly!

"If you want my girl, you have to get past me first!"

Ann and Dani, two college roommates with insatiable desires for clit-on-clit action, found themselves locked in a heated rivalry over a girl they both wanted to fuck. Unable to contain their fiery passion, they decided to settle this in a sexfight. The rules were simple: the girl with the better pussy would claim their shared fuck interest. The two wet brunettes locked their room as tight as they could and with determination in their eyes, Dani and Ann stripped down, their bodies in anticipated arousal of what awaited them.

They crossed their legs on Ann's bed and between their thighs a slippery spectacle of two pussies in fighting mode ignited without further ado. They immediately began grinding hard and fast, their clits exposed to constant stimulation, the girls' movements primal and raw. They screamed with voices of pleasure, each seeking to prove their dominance. In the throes of scissoring, they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. Sweat-slicked skin pressed together, driving them closer to orgasm. It was a battle of wills, a fight for ultimate satisfaction.

And as the climax approached, their bodies quivered, both close to victory, but too aroused to be sure of winning. In the end, Dani was able to tribfight her rival just over the edge. Breathless, Ann and Dani lay entwined, the air heavy with the scent of mixed lesbian juices. As they caught their breath, they knew that their rivalry had been settled in the most intimate and intense way possible. Finally, Dani leaned over the totally defeated Ann, their breasts now together, moistening Ann's overwhelmed cunt again, and whispered in her ear:

"I told you that you can't outfuck the queen."

Youthful hot-bloodedness

When two young-blooded, hotheaded girls meet in a tribadic storm that would drive many women insane with uncontrollable lust, their wrestling pussies and clits are literally swimming in a lake of wet desire. Orgasm after orgasm causes their reserves to dwindle, but the fighting is only interrupted by short cooling breaks. It's as if this concentrated youthful power is sending them to a place where there is nothing but this tribfight. A rage builds up that bursts out in sudden furious thrusts, causing their cunts to rub against each other with such ferocity that one should beware of sparks. Neither grants the other even the slightest victory, hate and lust merge and create energy, and every attempt to take control is immediately reciprocated. But every sexfight has to come to a decision at some point and then it will become clear which woman was able to prove her dominance in fucking.

An ode to the boundlessness of the female spirit

In a world where the rhythm of life pulsates with an irresistible allure, it is the women who hold the key to its deepest mysteries. They are the embodiment of bliss, the source of life's elixir, and the catalysts of passion's flame. Their bodies, like sacred temples, house the secrets of creation, and their touch awakens dormant desires, setting hearts ablaze with an insatiable hunger.

Within the realm of womanhood lies a power that transcends the mundane, a power that weaves together the tapestry of life itself. It is in the curves of a woman's form, the sway of her hips, and the softness of her lips that the essence of passion finds its home. She is an enchantress who wields her sensuality as both a weapon and a gift.

When two confident women stand apart, their spirits entwined in a dance of seduction and competition, it is in their rivalry that a primal fervor awakens. As these women engage in their sexual contest, a storm of ecstasy swirls around them, electrifying the very air they breathe. Their bodies become battlegrounds, each trib, each caress a weapon of pleasure, irresistible and intoxicating. 

No longer confined by societal norms or conventional restraints, their womanly conflict becomes a journey of liberation. In this realm of unbridled ardour, boundaries dissolve, and inhibitions shatter like fragile glass. They embrace their primal instincts, surrendering to the depths of their sapphic desires, as they explore the uncharted territories of the competitive act. They unlock the ancient secrets of their feminine power, and in doing so, become goddesses of clit-on-clit frenzy.

As the waves of climax subside, a sense of fulfillment washes over them. They are forever changed, forever bound by the flames of sexfighting that burn within them. Their duel has awakened a dormant force, for in this world where women are the source of life and passion, their clitoral competition becomes an ode to the boundlessness of the female spirit.

We met, we talked, we argued, we fought...she came

In a luxurious boarding school nestled on the sun-kissed shores of the Cayman Islands, the two stepsisters Isabella and Sophia found themselves immersed in a world where pleasure knew no boundaries. Their days were filled with the tantalizing allure of the island's hottest sluts, their bodies a playground of lustful fantasies. For them, life was an endless pursuit of passion, where their pussies became their most treasured toys. Sophia and Isabella, both blessed with stunning beauty and insatiable appetites, reveled in their uninhibited desires.

But amidst the hedonistic paradise they inhabited, their addiction for clits to play with often led to fiery arguments and heated confrontations. Their disagreements would escalate into chaotic brawls, fought in bikinis that barely concealed their luscious curves or even in the nakedness that stood as an example for their sexual debaucheries. This sapphic rivalry could only be satisfied through the most primal of acts, each battle centered around two quarreling wet cunts. Their fuckfights were mercilessly hard, the sound of their bodies coated in a sheen of sweat colliding as a testimony to their tribadic showdown. Their moans mingled with the sounds of their clits slapping together, a symphony of ecstasy that resonated through their souls.

As their all-out pussy-on-pussy war raged on, the sultry atmosphere thickened with an unspoken mixture of unbridled lust and deep hatred. In the midst of their frenzied sex match, orgasmic waves crashed over them, clarifying that they were nearing the peak of their arousal. Isabella and Sophia threw cries of desperation at each other, hoping to tip the scales of sexual endurance in their respective favors in the final blinks of their stepsisterly contest.

In the mercilessly competitive world of adult entertainment, two stunning models, Brooke and Ava, find themselves competing for the coveted title of Penthouse Pet of the Month. Both women are known for their undeniable beauty, raw sexuality, and uninhibited desires. They have captivated audiences with their explicit performances, leaving no fantasy unexplored. A vote resulted in a tie, so it was decided that Ava and Brooke should settle it among themselves in a sexfight. Now, their paths collide as they prepare for a steamy and sapphically intense tribadic showdown to determine who will claim the ultimate prize.

Trib Fest

Jessica stepped into Yuina's (Asian) massage parlor with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Little did she know that she was about to embark on a journey into a world of lesbian desires. As Yuina greeted her with a seductive smile, Jessica couldn't help but feel a surge of heat between her legs. She could sense the raw sexual energy that permeated the atmosphere, making her heart race and her body ache with longing.

Yuina, a stunningly beautiful woman with an aura of confidence, wasted no time in making her intentions clear. She wanted Jessica – her body, her tits, her pussy – all for herself. Her eyes roamed hungrily over Jessica's curves, leaving no doubt about her desires. The thought of surrendering herself to Yuina's skilled touch sent shivers of excitement down Jessica's spine. But Jessica was no pushover. She wanted to maintain an air of mystery and challenge Yuina's advances. She didn't want to give the impression that she was easily won over. So, with a mischievous glint in her eye, Jessica proposed a tantalizing game.

"I'm not just here for a simple fuck," she said, her voice dripping with lust. "I want more. I want a fight. An intense battle where our pussies collide in a duel of orgasms. If you can overpower me and make me moan with ecstasy, then I'll be yours."

Yuina's lips curled into a wicked grin as she eagerly accepted the challenge. She was no stranger to dominance and knew exactly how to make a woman sexually submit. The thrill of this clit war excited her to no end, and she was determined to claim Jessica as her conquest.

The two women locked eyes, their bodies throbbing with desire. The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of lavender-scented candles and the sound of their heavy breathing. They knew there was no turning back now. As the trib fest began, they lost themselves in a sea of rage and pleasure. Their bodies writhed in perfect synchronization, grinding against each other with wild abandon. Gasps filled the air as they fought for dominance, their pussies locked in a fierce battle for control.

Jessica's caution melted away as the waves of pussy juices washed over her cunt. She surrendered herself to the heat and intensity of the moment, pushing herself to the limit to match Yuina's skillful movements. The room became a temple of sapphic savagery, where time seemed to stand still as they pushed each other closer and closer to the climax. The sounds of their moans and the wet, rhythmic slapping of their clits colliding echoed off the wooden walls. Every touch, every thrust, sent shockwaves of pleasure through their veins, heightening their desire for one another.

Eventually, they both succumbed to the overwhelming ecstasy, their entwined, sweaty bodies trembling in the soft candlelight, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

"That's what you get for fucking my girl, bitch!"

Ewelina (brunette) stormed into Luiza's (blonde) apartment, her face contorted with rage. Her eyes locked onto Luiza, who stood defiantly. The air crackled with tension as Ewelina unleashed her fury in a torrent of accusations and curses.

"You thought I wouldn't find out, cunt? Did you really think you could fuck my girlfriend without me getting wind of it?", Ewelina's voice was laced with a burning desire for revenge.

"I can't help it if your sex is too weak to satisfy your sluts. Is it any wonder that they come to me then?", Luzia replied with venomous words.

Ewelina's anger boiled over, and she lunged at Luiza, grabbing her by the collar of her shirt. The two hot-blooded lesbians crashed against the wall, their bodies entwined in a struggle for dominance. But as the fight escalated, a twisted form of sexual tension began to emerge. It seemed to ignite a dark desire within them, fueling an insatiable hunger for clit on clit. The taste of hatred lingered on their lips, mingling with the heady scent of sweat and arousal.

Luiza's hands found their way to Ewelina's hair, yanking it back forcefully, eliciting a mixture of pain and pleasure. Clothes were ripped away, revealing their naked bodies, covered in bruises and scratches. They tumbled onto the bed, their limbs intertwined, as their lips crashed together in a forceful, punishing kiss. Ewelina's and Luiza's pussies found each other automatically, releasing the pent up hatred. Now all that mattered was to humiliate the other by proving their respective sexual dominance.

In the end, Ewelina got the upper hand and she punished Luzia for her presumptuous behavior with a forced, uncontrolled orgasm. But the battle was far from over. The flame of their tumultuous rivalry burned brighter than ever, leaving them both craving for more.

Warmed by contest

Gillian and Alison were strolling back from brunch, enjoying the fresh air and each other's company. However, as luck would have it, the heavens opened up, drenching them in a sudden rainstorm. They were caught off guard, their dresses clinging to their bodies as they hurriedly sought shelter. Laughing and shivering, they sought refuge in Gillian's cozy apartment. No inch of their bodies was left untouched by the rain. Alison and Gillian dashed up to the bathroom and peeled off their wet dresses. As they dried each other's naked bodies with towels, their nipples touched repeatedly. Gillian's gaze traveled down Alison's body, admiring her curves and the glistening drops of water that adorned her skin. The desire was undeniable, pulsating through their veins.

Without hesitation, they climbed into Gillian's bed, their bodies still damp from the rain. The warmth of the room began to seep into their bones, but they craved a different kind of heat. They ran their hands over each other's bodies, tracing every curve and contour, their touch igniting a fiery passion. Their bodies pressed together, their breasts meeting, nipples hardening with desire, tongues tangling in a passionate dance. A nice fuck should let the warmth flow back into their limbs. But something deeper was brewing between them. As Gillian and Alison scissored their wet pussies and aroused clits, their bodies moving in sync, a new challenge emerged. They wanted to bring each other to orgasm first, because the competitive spirit within them ignited passion. Their bodies entwined, they engaged in a heated fuckfight, each woman determined to be the one to push the other over the edge of lust. They grappled and moaned, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, the slippery sound of two cunts sliding over each other filling the rivals with insane pleasure.

In the end it will be a close call as to which of these two exceedingly equal blondes will be able to resist her opponent's silky thrusts longer and win the trib war. For they both deeply desire each other's full lips, voluptuous breasts, soft pussies, eager to drown in the orgasm of shared ecstasy.

Cumming With Fury

Latifa and her friends are talking by the pool, when Lizandra arrives with a bottle of oil and proposes a challenge: in couples, they compete to see who can make each other cum faster! They cover themselves with oil and start tribbing their pussies with fury, speed and agility, using the pool and several chairs to sit on top of each other, apply strokes of domination and lust. It is a sapphic fuck war full of aggression and great pleasure. These girls are wild!

Cumming With Fury - NewMFX

Taxi Wars

In the city of Saint Albans, a group of women took the streets by storm as taxi drivers. These seductive and confident ladies are known for their fiery passion, often engaging in sexual encounters with each other. Their cabs become the battlegrounds for intense and arousing sexfights, where they unleash their wild and uninhibited desires, proving dominance over their rivals.

Meet Scarlett, the brunette temptress who commands attention with her piercing eyes and voluptuous curves. Her taxi is her queendom and she rules it with a seductive power that intoxicates her passengers. Day after day, Scarlett and her competitors try to outdo one another in the number of customers they acquire. The competition is fierce and their lust for sexual dominance drives every move. During times when there are fewer customers, the women drive to remote locations to fight out their rivalries wet cunt to wet cunt. These hateful duels are fierce and their aroused clits clash like sharpened swords. They fuck their pussies without mercy.

As the tribadic battles reach their peak, loud screams and moans can be heard across the fields. With each explosive climax, the rivalries between the taxi drivers escalate even more, the encounters becoming more daring and explicit. They engage in trib wars on top of their cabs, bodies glistening in the sunlight as they push the boundaries of ecstasy. Their sweaty boobs and soaking wet thighs as evidence of their womanly settlement.

Bride versus Bridesmaid

Shanna sat in her hotel room, surrounded by a mess of scattered clothes and strewn makeup. With only a few days left until her wedding with Kayleah, tensions ran high. A knock on the door startled her and she opened it to find Carlene, Kayleah's cousin and one of her bridesmaids. Carlene eyed Shanna with a challenging glint in her eyes. She had always been skeptical of Shanna's devotion to Kayleah. In her mind, Shanna had to prove herself worthy of marrying Carlene's beloved cousin. Shanna had expected something like this. Kayleah had warned her that Carlene enjoyed...putting women to the test to see whose sex will reign supreme.

Shanna didn't even want to let Carlene take the initiative. Without a word, she grabbed Carlene and pulled her into the room. They grappled for a while until Carlene threw Shanna onto the bed. With hungry eyes, she began to undress and Shanna followed suit. They crossed their spread legs and what followed was a competitive dance of passionate desires. Their clits caressed one another and their pussies squeezed each other like two ripe oranges. They kissed, fucked and fought like there was no tomorrow. Eventually, Shanna got the upper hand and tribbed Carlene to a wet climax beyond imagination.

It was over, the dust had settled, the better woman had prevailed. After their soaking wet, overstimulated cunts separated from each other, satisfied Carlene acknowledged Shanna's worthiness of marrying Kayleah. They gave each other one last deep French kiss, moaning as if they never wanted to stop. And Shanna couldn't shake the feeling that she might have chosen the wrong cousin.