DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 6

The last insult caught Valeria off guard, so much so that she found herself surprisingly giving in a couple of steps to the insistent boob grinding of her rival. Gritting her teeth and braced her legs on the floor, she managed to stop the other girl, but the bitter aftertaste remained in her mouth.

“Cheap copy?” Valeria spat out as she pushed her nose against AntiValeria’s. “Have you just called me a cheap copy? Youto me?”

“Yes!” the other brunette exclaimed, her brown eyes burning close to Valeria’s angry gaze. “Because that’s what you are to me! And when I beat you completely and humiliate you like the whore you are, then I will be Valeria, the one and only.”

“What the fuck!” the social media star pushed with all the firmness in her chest, and managed to regain the lost ground in the alley, but not in her confused mind. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m Valeria!”

The other young woman answered with nothing but grunts of effort, and the breast duel between dark-haired beauties intensified in the darkness, with both beauties starting to exchange real breast bumps to each other. Valeria didn’t understand what her antithesis was talking about, but she suddenly felt that her place in the world was in serious jeopardy, as if in some strange way the copy could supplant the original and replace it.

Never! she roared inside her head, now focusing on the flesh of her nemesis and not in the mind games that the other brunette seemed to enjoy playing so much.

Little by little, boob thump after boob thump, Valeria felt herself more and more in control. That constant pushing and rubbing was what she was used to, and where she was really comfortable—she was a girl of action more than words. But even so, AntiValeria wasn’t making it easy for her. The model had to admit that her enemy knew what she was doing, and that she had not exaggerated a bit about coming properly prepared and trained for the match. Valeria had always been quick to find and exploit the weak points of opposing bosoms, but the other brunette was genuinely skilled at finding where and how to most effectively deliver her breast blows.

AntiValeria didn’t bring only dexterity to the duel, however, and Valeria felt her pride and ego being tested against the insolent firmness of her foe’s glands. Her own D-cup boobs had beaten bigger globes in the past, the brown-eyed model always eroding the other flesh with determination density and solidness, but AntiValeria’s orbs, matched in size to hers, felt so hard and vigorous against her pair that Valeria knew there would be no soft flesh to knead easily. That was to be a breast fight where the core of the four boobs were to be truly put to the test, in the ultimate trial of firmness against firmness.

Panting and moaning in the darkness, Valeria and AntiValeria struggled and brushed chest to chest for several minutes, gaining and losing ground, circling around each other, blow for blow, from above and from below, from the right and from the left. From time to time the music of the nightclub reached Valeria’s ears—someone would open the door to enter or leave—but luckily no one dared to enter the obscure alley—not at that ungodly hour of the night. Both look-alike beauties had all the time and privacy they needed despite being in a public place, and Valeria was certainly more than willing to make the other brunette pay for her audacity to come and challenge her.

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