Hair gel and Scissors

In places where many women work together in close quarters, there's room for conflict. This was also the case at the "Crown of Creation" hair salon, where the city's two most renowned hairdressers, Debra (brunette) and Kelcey (red-haired), practiced their craft and regularly competed for clients. While the hatred was outwardly genuine, there was an enormous, underlying sexual tension which proved increasingly challenging for the two rivals to resist.

One evening, after the end of their shift, when they were the last two in the salon, cleaning and tidying up, it was a trivial matter that made the cup overflow. Kelcey "accidentally" dropped some hair gel down Debra's cleavage. She responded to Kelcey’s provocative "Oops..." in kind. Both viewed this as an unequivocal declaration of war and an inevitable escalation of a long-simmering enmity. But instead of getting physical, Debra and Kelcey began rubbing the hair gel all over their breasts, making them shine and further accentuating their bosoms.

So it should be this kind of duel. They slowly removed their blouses, then their bras, letting their gel-slicked breasts slide over each other. They had longed for this direct comparison. But that wasn't nearly enough for them. They breathed slowly and deeply, clearly enjoying the close physical contact. Next their jeans went to the floor and finally their panties.

The arena of their animosity was set up to let all their frustration and all their emotions lose on each other. On the couch, where their clients usually sat to read magazines or scroll on their phones while waiting for their appointment, Kelcey and Debra sat down stark naked with their legs spread. Their nectars dripped gently onto the cushions while their pussies waited expectantly for the wet clash. But they took their time, fueling their mutual impatience, looking at each other's shapely, feminine bodies, staring deep into each other's eyes while smiling cheekily, knowing full well what was coming next.

And finally, Debra und Kelcey couldn't and didn't want to delay the unavoidable any longer. Their thighs came together, and their juices mingled in unbridled passion. They moved their hips with such intensity that the battle dance of their pussies and clits resembled a fury. The two women moaned, gasped, and screamed in ecstatic wildness as they abandoned all sexual restraint and gave each other everything they had to offer. Their breasts bounced to the rhythm of their vulva's war. This was ultimate sex, the likes of which neither of them had ever experienced before. Affection was absent; the only thing that mattered was the orgasm and whether Kelcey or Debra would have to allow it first. But for now, they indulged in the hostile connection of their wrestling clits which made their whole bodies tremble with lust.