It starts with the eyes and ends between the legs

Ah, the timeless dance of seduction, that can often begin with the simplest of gestures - a flutter of the eyes, a lingering gaze, the promise of what lies beneath the surface. It is in this realm of non-verbal communication that a sexual duel between two women may commence, a silent yet potent battle of desire and dominance. Imagine two women, strangers perhaps, or rivals, lock eyes across the room. The first volley is fired - a look that speaks of challenge, curiosity, and the unspoken question, "Do you dare?". It is a silent declaration of intent that the other cannot help but notice.

The eyes, those windows to the soul, are the opening gambit in this intimate skirmish. They size each other up, seeking vulnerability, confidence, or perhaps a spark of reciprocity. A subtle arch of an eyebrow, the dilation of pupils, the slightest twitch of the lips - each microexpression is a clue to the other's thoughts and feelings. It is here, in the eye contact, that the initial connection is made, the first line drawn in the sand. But they do not merely reflect attraction; they are the instruments through which it is communicated, the silent whispers of "I see you," "I want you," and "I dare you". This visual interplay is a game of power and allure, where the intensity and duration of the gaze can speak volumes about ambition.

As the tension builds, the bodies of these two combatants may begin to move closer, drawn together by an invisible force, like magnets to metal. And so, it is between the legs where the decisive battle is waged, where the fire in the eyes meets the heat of the flesh. As their vulvas intertwine, as one woman's clit presses against the other one's, the duel reaches new heights. Whether the outcome is a passionate embrace or a parting of ways, the contest has been played out, the tension released in a burst of sensuality that began with a simple look, a silent challenge that grew into a womanly match for sexual power.

Best Pussy at the Pool

Felicity (blonde) was done. Done with the betrayal, the heartbreak, the lies. She had packed her bags and flown all the way to the Dominican Republic to get her mind off things. If there was anything she craved, it was distraction. One afternoon, she was relaxing by the pool when she noticed the gorgeous, dark-skinned Violeta in a green bikini walking past her lounger over and over again. Felicity couldn't help but stare. Violeta was stunning, with confidence that radiated off of her. Finally, Violeta sat down right opposite Felicity. Without batting an eyelid, Violeta bared her breasts.

Felicity let out a surprised laugh because she had to admit that even though she thought highly of her own body, those tits were fantastic and could undoubtedly compete with hers. Then Violeta opened her thighs and started playing with her pussy under her bikini bottom. "That bitch!" Felicity thought, "She wants me. She's challenging my sex."

Neither of them could deny the sexual tension between them and the impending womanly duel as Violeta pulled her bikini bottom aside, rubbed her exposed clit and gestured to Felicity to come to her so they could rub slippery cunt against slippery cunt. Oh yes, that was exactly what Felicity needed right now. A willing, combative, wet slut on whom she could take out her sexual frustration – finally some action and distraction.

Violeta stood up and walked seductively towards the bungalow where she had her room. Felicity followed close behind her, with an expectant smile on her face. They walked up the stairs hand in hand. At the top, they shared a passionate kiss before Violeta pushed Felicity onto her bed, thus beginning the contest. Now Violeta could examine her opponent for this afternoon for the first time. Beautiful labia, throbbing in impatient anticipation to finally take in Violeta's clit. Yes, her's and Felicity's pussy were made for each other and would have a great fight.

They wasted no time and let their soaking wet cunts come together without further ado. Felicity felt Violeta's juices spread over her pussy, and it turned her on even more. Both moaned passionately and fucked each other excellently. Violeta started to move her hips faster, grinding her clit against Felicity's. The friction was intense, and Felicity could feel an orgasm building. She let out a loud moan, and Violeta knew she had won. Violeta followed suit, her orgasm ripping through her body.

She collapsed on top of Felicity, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. Felicity looked up at Violeta, and she knew she had found the distraction she had been looking for. But of course that was only the first round, reaching its climax far too quickly due to the strong arousal that had built up before the encounter. Naked and bathed in sweat, they lay cheek to cheek. Then they gave each other a look like two wildcats ready to attack one another. They will make each other cum many more times today. This ain't over yet!

Dom of the Dorm

College can be a sexual war zone. Milena and Eleni (glasses) had been roommates in the same dorm since their freshman year. But they never really became friends. Their fiery personalities were too similar in all the wrong ways. Neither of them would tolerate another lesbian in their dorm competing with them for their fellow students' wet pussies. Both claimed to be the dominant woman.

One afternoon, Milena heard moaning and slurping sounds coming from Eleni's room. She opened the door and saw her lying in the 69 position with Jemma from the room two doors down, their tongues playing with each other's clits.

"What the fuck?" Milena exclaimed angrily. Eleni smirked, bit her lip and enjoyed how Jemma's tongue twirled her clit.

"Jealous, Milena?" she taunted.

Milena's eyes narrowed, her breaths coming in short bursts. "You're fucking pushing it, Eleni. This ends now."

Jemma walked past Milena naked, giving her an angry side eye, not happy that she had ended her tryst with Eleni so abruptly. Normally, Milena would have taken this as a provocation and given Jemma a lesson about womanhood between her thighs. But her eyes were on Eleni.

"Come on, give it to me! I know you want to punish me. You want to beat my clit with yours, you want to make me cum so hard that I finally accept you as the Dom and leave all the hot sluts in the dorm to you. But guess what, bitch, I'm going to humiliate you with my smooth pussy. You're going to enjoy the orgasm I'm going to give you so much that you can call me Mistress from now on. I'm the ring leader, I call the shots!" Eleni stated confidently.

With her forefinger, she beckoned Milena to her, signaling that she should get naked and come to the bed to begin their battle. Milena wasted no time and got rid of everything that could get in the way of their sexfight. This was the unique opportunity for both of them to finally claim dominance in this feminine rivalry.

Their movements were forceful, as they began to grind their pussies together. The sound of wet labia slapping against wet labia filled the air, punctuated by their gasps and moans. The intensity grew with each passing moment, their hips moving faster and more fierce as they sought the sweet release that would signal victory. Milena wrapped her arms around Eleni's neck, her fingers digging into her rival's skin as she matched her pace. The friction between them built, their clits swelling and begging for more.

Milena's breath grew ragged, her moans growing louder as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her. But she was not one to give in so easily. With a roar of defiance, she turned onto her stomach and pushed her clit right onto Eleni's. A gasp of surprise escaped both women at the sudden rush of arousal, and Eleni lifted her leg to give their clits even more room to wrestle, their passion overflowing as they shared the best sex they had ever experienced. They rammed, rubbed and mixed their juices in such ecstasy that their argument was almost forgotten.

Only when both came dangerously close to climax during their sexual tightrope act did they remember the reason for their pussy-mingling. But it was already too late for them. They came together and enjoyed every millisecond that it passed through them. It seemed as if they would have to continue sharing the territory of the dorm with each other. A battle was over, but the sex war went on.