DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 8

“Feel me,” AntiValeria grunted, but Valeria didn’t need that command to experience for herself the strength of the wet cloth-covered breasts that were imprisoning her own fat pair. Suddenly, the other brunette’s assets seemed tighter and heavier, and as hard as wrecking balls. Never had she found herself in such a situation, overwhelmed and almost helpless, and she hated it.

“I don’t feel a damn shit, you copycat,” Valeria lied. “I’m going to whip yours with my bigger, firmer tits until you cry for mercy.”

“You wish, you faker,” her rival gasped. “You and I know perfectly well that no woman has ever overpowered you like this…until I came along.”

“You don’t know a fuck about me, bitch!” At that precise moment, pinned down by AntiValeria’s twin body, with her proud boobs pummeled by an insistent and merciless rubbing, Valeria felt on top of a wave of animosity and frustration. She detested that enigmatic, arrogant girl as she had never detested anyone before. AntiValeria was proving to be a perfect reflection of her, and she always seemed to know exactly, precisely what her head was thinking, what her heart was feeling. The other beauty boasted that she knew all about her, but the worst thing was that she really did know. Beginning to hyperventilate, Valeria felt her blood begin to boil at the thought that that haughty big-boobed brunette was not only a physical match for her, but that she even knew her so well that if that AntiValeria managed to knock her unconscious and lock her up somewhere, she could impersonate her so well that no one would know about the substitution.

Like a cornered animal, Valeria screamed and began to rub her solid breasts against AntiValeria’s abusive glands until, at last, she succeeded in pushing her back. The two brunettes exchanged two, three chest bumps like desperate boxers, and an agonizing and close bust to bust hug just before they finally broke apart.

Then, the alley was engulfed in a silence broken only by a few heavy and ragged breaths. Valeria felt that sweat covered every millimeter of her spectacular body, but it was her breasts that seemed to concentrate seven or eight layers of sticky perspiration. She didn’t need to look down to know that, even in darkness, her bra must already be showing through her black top because, in front of her, surrounded by shadows, AntiValeria’s own bra was beginning to peek out from under her equally dark top.

What she could also see on the other girl’s bosoms and feel in her own pair was the stiffness of nipples that had been undeniably overstimulated by indecent breast to breast friction over many minutes. But, before she could say anything about it, AntiValeria anticipated her.

“Are you getting hard or what?” her look-alike foe said.

“Says the girl with nipples as stiff as thumbs,” the model replied. “Does confronting your obsession turn you on that much?”

“Of course it turns me on,” AntiValeria bluntly confessed to Valeria’s surprise. “Are you going to try to lie to me by telling me that you aren’t turned on by testing yourself against someone who could be your twin?”

Valeria gulped. She had long accepted that she found toxically sexy what she was doing with unknown women in clubs and discos, but she had to admit that, beyond the haze of hatred and rivalry that flooded her senses, she was incredibly horny right now—only she hadn’t been aware until the subject had come to the forefront. So she was forced to swallow saliva again before making her own confession public.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “This turns me on.”

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