The two were sitting on a couch in front of the chair from which you looked at them. Just as it looked like a naturally thin girl, the other, on the other hand, oozed aggression, like a wild animal. The two wore miniskirts. Its spectacular legs were covered with a fishnet stockings that were pure provocation. One could not help noticing them. Indeed, it is fixed. Since then, I went there not for them. The ensuing dialogue is worthy to be told, word for word. - I do not want to use the clothes, I ask you please. - What kind of clothes I'm wearing? - To my knowledge, these socks are mine ... - To my knowledge, no. - Excuse me, but I'm sure these socks are mine. - No. - You're probably confused. Will be similar to others ... - No. They're mine. - Well, I did not come to this, but if you do not want to admit ... - What? - It's just that I saw when I dragged them out of my drawer those socks. I did not want to tell you, but ... - Liar ... - Do not call me a liar ... - It's a lie. - Please do not call me a liar ... - It's a fucking lie. - Do not tell me shit! I'm talking good ... - I tell you what I sing! - Please ... Do not get ... - It's a fucking lie and you're a fucking liar! - No insults! - A malcogida, that you are! - Tramp! - Malcogida! (The press). - Fucking whore! (Returns the boost). - You want to fight, bitch? (Rises). - Daughter of a thousand whores! (Rose) - No clothes, huh?. Female to female. (He begins to remove clothes). - Whore of shit ... bitch (He takes off his clothes). The last thing you took Betty were the means for discussion. Now both were naked and Betty was still in the mano.Betty means: - Do you see your socks, bitch, you see ok?. He then proceeded to tear the middle and throw the pieces. This pounced on his rival, was seized by the hair and screaming, went to the floor made a throbbing mess. Before my eyes wide open, began to wallow, kicking, scratching, hitting and cursing like mad animals. It gave no mess. I was paralyzed and did not dare stop them. Were punished fiercely, returning blow for blow, bite by bite, insult for insult. It was impossible to guess who might win. At one point, simultaneously swatting enemy shell and started tugging while moaning in pain, his legs wide open and shaking boobs. Then let go and grabbed slaps and shall be deemed and then bit her tits and then returned to pull the hair and spit and screamed and I did not know else to do, rooted to the chair. I saw them roll, crazed, feared to be killed at the same time, would not intervene. It's incredibly exciting to see two beautiful women fight with such ferocity. My heart beat wildly. I could not blink. Fighting, women appear to be made for that. Not occur to them to defend themselves or protect themselves. Like a wild hurricane are attacked relentlessly. Two females lying on the ground, intertwined, kicking and beating, look like a big, roaring fire that grows and contorts and shines more and more until completely consumed and exhausted. These women, naked, his enemy bravely offered their most precious treasures. Tits, abundant, hard and juicy are tight, twisted, bitten and scratched mercilessly. Howled, but none spring to another. Finally, the most busty got to wear over his rival and, taken by the hair, boobs started to get furious. At first, he replied tit blows while trying to remove it off, but was not opposed loosening up more resistance. The blonde, although he had won, yet gave him three more boobs, rubbing it against brunette. When he was satisfied, declined slowly from the body of his companion, until he reached the shell defeated. Then he turned around, leaving his ass into the face of the brunette and then followed a tongue that shell that had been delivered. Then he began to moan with pleasure. She buried her head in her friend's beautiful hole. He groaned louder and gently gripped the blonde's head with his legs. He crushed his body against the female defeated and then this could come with his tongue in the shell of the winner. Moaned and writhed with pleasure. So embroiled, rolled to one side to another, with movements that increasingly became more intense, reaching a frantic pace and finish with a violent spasm collapsing common. Females remained calm, even embraced. I went there, trying not to make noise. Just do not think I would have noticed. The next day I was home, still shocked by what happened, rang the doorbell. She was. She wore a robe and slippers, as if he had just gotten out of bed. He hurt his lower lip and left eye a bit swollen and purple.. |
