DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 7

Time moved inexorably forward, but Valeria could not tell if it was passing fast or slow, for she was immersed only in a loop of giving and receiving. Her plump breasts were burning under her black top but, even under the insistent punishment that they were taken, they stood their ground. But the other girl was equally gifted, and her resolute boobs resisted the assaults of Valeria’s twin orbs, one after the other, and returned each one with renewed animosity. Soon the sweat drenched both warring pairs of breasts, and each explosive clash of sensual virtues spread the moisture through the fabric and into the night air. And the seconds formed minutes, and the minutes were filled with moans and gasps.

Inevitably, and in spite of the social star’s strong will and desire to give a lesson, she began to feel the toll of the battle on her body. Their catfights had never involved such a degree of violence, and they certainly didn’t tend to go on forever like that one. Moreover, AntiValeria was proving at every moment that she was up to the task, and that also burdened Valeria. So, before she was aware of what was happening, she was hugging her rival closely, back to the tight friction between big bosoms.

“You can’t keep getting tit smacked, uh?” AntiValeria gasped arrogantly against her ear. However, her voice also had an exhausted edge to it, and Valeria could feel the other brunette’s physical exhaustion against her own body.

“Are you hurt, you fake? Out of breath?” Valeria spat out, her seductive lips searching for the other woman’s ear. “Maybe I’ve been too rude, I’m really sorry for that.”

“I bet you don’t even know how long we’ve been bumping tits in this alley, you impostor,” her nemesis said, again guessing at her thoughts. “Surely you’ve never had some girl last you long enough to lose track of time before, have you?”

“Just shut up…” Valeria grunted, a surge of hatred rising up her throat from the depths of her stomach.

“I got it right, didn’t I?” AntiValeria interrupted. “I know how proud you are of slamming other lesser tits with your fatties, but look now what happens when yours fight against a better pair of real tits, without a hint of sagging on them.”

“You bitch,” the model snarled. “You may have copied my makeup, hairstyle and clothes to look more like me. You may have followed me to learn to think and behave like me. You may even have been lucky enough to be born with a face as pretty as mine, or have had surgery like one of those obsessive fans to become a clone of me!” she yelled as she hugged AntiValeria tighter, her firm breasts again competing against the other young woman’s fiery globes. “But be sure of one thing: no matter how hard you try, neither you nor your ugly tits will ever match mine!”

Valeria began to squeeze AntiValeria in her arms, and her rival returned the tight crush almost instantly. Both beauties moaned, their appealing big chests competing for a space that didn’t exist between the hugged torsos. Valeria could not believe the strength the other brunette had in her arms, but she herself had surprised women who looked physically stronger in the same way. It was a matter of determination and position, so Valeria readjusted her arms around AntiValeria and increased the effort—the reward was immediate, and her opponent groaned aloud, in pain. Then, her challenger took a step back, and then another, and Valeria smiled, aware that she finally had the advantage she needed.

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