DESTINED ENCOUNTER, part 5

“I have to admit that it is true that we do look very alike in body and face,” Valeria began with a reluctant admission. “But you’re fucking wrong about everything else, you cheap slut. You wish you had the size of my tits, the tightness of my belly, the firmness of my ass and the strength of my legs,” she added. “Not to mention that you would kill to have a face like mine, with these eyes, this mouth and this hair.”

Valeria immediately noticed her enemy pushing a little harder with her breasts, and now she began to really feel how full the other beauty’s pair truly was. The gorgeous influencer still remembered a fierce battle of friction against a well-endowed woman in a club in downtown Aarhus, and how long it had taken her to penetrate the firmness of those boobs almost as big as hers. But what she now felt squeezed into her own glands had two or three times the resilience of that conceited Danish beauty’s bosoms, and a much more formidable volume. Valeria could already anticipate how dramatic and evenly matched that unexpected confrontation was going to be.

“Don’t worry, bitch,” AntiValeria snarled in her face. “All those stupid ideas about you being better than me will be out of your head when I’ve rubbed your weak body all the way through.” Something glinted malevolently in those eyes as brown as Valeria’s. “Starting with your tits.”

Valeria let out a slight gasp, and heard a similar sound uttered by AntiValeria as again her rival’s breasts pushed against hers. The young model accepted the beginning of hostilities with a deep breath and her own bust thrust, and in less than one second both opponents were rolling their big, firm boobs together.

“You copying whore,” Valeria spat out. “This is always my opening move.”

“I know,” AntiValeria replied. “That is why it’s my opening move too.”

Valeria exhaled an angry groan as she and her look-alike foe were feeling each other with their breasts. AntiValeria was proving to have prepared herself thoroughly for that female showdown, and there was no doubt that she had been watching and studying her from the shadows for a long, long time.

“How long have you been after me?” she found herself asking. “If you’ve seen me fighting, you know I’ve won all my battles.”

“I also know that,” her rival said. “So it is only fair that I tell you that I am also unbeaten.”

“Just because you’ve fought a lot less than I did,” Valeria gasped, pushing her fat glands against AntiValeria’s waiting pair.

“I’ve been in 76 fights in the last two years,” the other girl stated as she rubbed breast to breast against Valeria in revenge. “Exactly the same number of fights you’ve had in all this time.”

Valeria’s heart almost burst under her belligerent boobs. How that stranger could have followed her around the world for so long without her suspecting anything was driving her mad. The other young woman had to have resources as abundant as her own, so Valeria found herself wondering if she was dealing with another celebrity, perhaps another model—seeing her body and face, it wasn’t a far-fetched possibility, but still she would have known any celebrity who looked that much like her.

“Who the hell are you?” Valeria asked, a hint of desperation and frustration tarnishing her voice as her gaze trying to scrutinize beyond shadows and mask. “And why are you so eager to mess with me?”

“Seeing our comparable faces and bodies, do you really have to ask why I want to mess with you so much?” AntiValeria hissed as Valeria felt her enemy returning breast rub after breast rub. “I know you well, and I know that right now you are just as eager to mess with me as much as I am to mess with you. This is the battle of our lives, cheap copy!”

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