Bitch Huntress

Ruby was no stranger to the world of romantic sabotage. As a professional "home-wrecker tracker", she made it her mission to hunt down and punish those girls who sought to destroy other women's relationships. Her weapon of choice? Sexual humiliation.

Ruby had never met a woman who could withstand her unique brand of retribution. She would visit her targets at home, where they would engage in intimate acts of sexual uninhibitedness, their bodies entwined in the most lascivious of ways. She would force them to climax, their wet pussies grinding together until they were left begging for mercy.

But Ruby's latest target, a confident woman named Lucille, was different. She was a skilled seductress, with fiery red hair, and she was not afraid of Ruby's reputation. The two women met on Lucille's porch. The homeowner seemed to be expecting Ruby and before they could even exchange a word, they circled each other and undressed one another with their eyes.

- "Ruby, I presume?" Lucille said, loosening her ponytail.

- "You guessed it. And you're Lucille. The cunt who tried to steal Charlotte's girlfriend. She wants me to give you her regards. I assume you know the reason I'm here?"

- "Of course. I can't wait. I've been expecting you for days. I'm craving to teach you a lesson and show you that you're not the best in town."

- "Really? Then get ready for the fight of your life! My clit will beat up yours."

As they undressed and revealed their well-endowed feminine bodies to each other, Ruby had to acknowledge that Lucille was not the helpless prey she usually faced. The woman was experienced, her body toned and strong. And she was not afraid to take control. They sat down on a nearby couch and initiated their womanly duel: Lucille's legs between Ruby's, swollen clits kissing and wrestling with one another, pussy juices mixing in circular and thrusting movements.

It was a tribadic war between two Amazons, a contest for lesbian dominance, a back and forth without regard for losses, the orgasmic humiliation of the opponent as the only goal. As their moans got louder and their movements became more hectic, out of sync and harder after non-stop pussy-pounding, they realized that this was just the beginning. Ruby had met her match and this was only the first skirmish of a long clit war.