Nymphomaniacs

After the first day of their business trip came to a close, Laura (left) and Nora (right) finally arrived at their hotel room. It was a lavish suite with a big bed, a large window overlooking the beach, and a marble bathroom. Their colleagues in the office had already placed bets on whether the two rivals could last three days together without wanting to strangle each other. But instead the air was thick with sexual tension as the door closed behind them. Laura stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She undid her bun so that her shiny brown hair fell to her shoulders. She turned to face Nora, who was standing with arms akimbo close behind her. Their bodies were mere inches apart. "So," Laura said, her voice almost whispering, "shall we get comfortable?" She gestured towards the bed, inviting Nora to take a seat. Nora followed Laura's gaze, her eyes traveling up and down Laura's body, taking in every curve. She took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "Definitely," she said, "I think that would be a wonderful idea."

With one swift motion, she pushed Laura gently onto the bed, landing on top of her. Their tongues danced together as Nora's hand roamed across Laura's breast. She reached down to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra. With a growl, Nora yanked Laura's bra free, sending it flying across the room. She cupped Laura's breasts in her hands, kneading them roughly, eager to feel bare skin against bare skin. As soon as Nora's bra was off, Laura rolled them both over so that Nora was now pinned beneath her. "I want you to feel how much you turn me on," Laura breathed, her breasts brushing against Nora's. "You're so wet," Nora whispered, running her fingers through the dampness between Laura's legs. Laura arched her back, her nails digging into Nora's shoulders as she felt the pleasure coursing through her body. "Do you think you can handle me?" she asked. Laura smiled, her eyes meeting Nora's. "Oh, I think I can handle you just fine," she replied, before pulling down her panties. Nora did the same and it became clear that they couldn't forget their rivalry even during sex. 

They opened their legs, crossed their thighs and began mixing their flowing juices with their aroused clits. The lustful, shared symphony of their moans made it clear that they had longed for this moment. Their wet pussies coated each other with their nectars to ensure their respective sexual dominance. Hip thrust after hip thrust, trib after trib, Laura and Nora lost themselves completely in this two-way, nymphomaniac showdown of womanhood. A chilly storm rattled the windows and waves crashed onto the shore, but their hot bodies writhed in climactic frenzy as it boiled between their thighs.