Warm dreams of Vanessa

Marla and her neighbor Vanessa's tension sizzled like hot oil in a pan for months, ready to ignite at any moment. For no apparent reason, both knew immediately after Marla moved into her apartment that they wouldn't become friends in this life. That afternoon, when Marla came home from work, she absentmindedly walked down the hallway and looked at her phone. Suddenly Vanessa came around the corner and the two bumped into each other. Their blouses got tangled and some buttons came undone, partially exposing both women's nipples.

- "Bitch! Watch where you're going!"

- "Look who's talking! Watch out before I tear your cheap blouse completely, cunt."

- "You like that? I know you'd love to lick those tits."

- "Don't make me laugh! Look at my beautiful breasts. What could I use yours for?"

Both women were visibly aroused by this brief exchange of words, as their nipples became hard, ready to be clashed. But they just buttoned up their blouses again, Vanessa got into the lift and Marla went to her apartment.

In the evening, as Marla rubbed her soft skin with soothing oils and submerged herself in the steamy embrace of her bath, her thoughts drifted to Vanessa again. The idea of teaching this whore a lesson in the most intimate way heated up her every touch with anticipation. Marla's fantasies took flight. In her mind's eye, Vanessa intruded into her bathroom, the water welcoming her presence. Marla closed her eyes, her right hand running down her thighs while her left hand cupped her breast. Wild, moisturizing scenes played out in her head of her and Vanessa sliding their aroused clits over one another and fighting to force each other to climax. Marla moaned as she pleasured herself, the pussyfight in her fantasy reached a fever pitch, her unbridled lust made waves in the hot water, as if the two rivals were actually trying to outdo each other tribadically.