INTENSE FINISH
Tina lunged at Gina, her hand reaching down to grasp the wet crotch of her rival's light blue leggings. Gina gasped as Tina's fingers slid heavily across the damp fabric, finding the slick heat of her arousal. The sensation was like a live wire, sending a jolt of desire through her body that made her knees buckle.
"Is that what you want?" Tina panted, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lust. "You want to prove who's the better woman?" Her grip tightened; her fingers hungrily devoured by Gina’s swollen flesh as she slid her fingers firmly between Gina’s legs. Gina's eyes rolled back in her head, a moan escaping her lips despite herself.
"Yeah," Gina breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let's go mound to mound, bitch." She stepped closer, her own hand reaching down to mirror Tina's, her fingers sliding into the wet heat between Tina's legs. "We'll see whose pussy can take it."
Their hands moved in unison, stroking and teasing each other through the clinging fabric. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the scent of their desire. Tina's eyes never left Gina's as she felt the other woman's grip tighten, her own hand responding in kind. The friction was maddening, each stroke a declaration of war against the other's body.
"Just mounds, cxnt," Gina hissed, her eyes glinting with challenge. "We'll settle this the old-fashioned way." She leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper against Tina's ear. "All me against all you." as she squeezes at Tina's drenched mound.
Tina's nostrils flared with anticipation, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. They both knew the rules of this new game, their hands sliding away from their own pleasure to grip each other's waists instead. They stumbled back towards the bed, the only piece of furniture in the sparse room, their eyes never leaving each other's chests.
Their legs intertwined, they toppled onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and sweat-soaked fabric. They rolled over each other, the friction of their leggings against their slick pussies sending waves of pleasure crashing through their bodies.
Tina, fueled by her newfound determination, managed to pin Gina beneath her. She hooked her leg over Gina's thigh, raising it up by the ankle in a display of power. With a smirk, she began to grind her mound against Gina's, the fabric of their leggings the only barrier between them.
Gina's eyes widened with surprise, but she didn't resist. Instead, she met Tina's rhythm with one of her own, their hips moving in a slow, sensual dance that was as mesmerizing as it was erotic. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through them, their rivalry now a dance of desire rather than aggression.
"You think you can beat me?" Tina challenged, her voice a seductive purr as she began to increase the tempo of her grinding. "Your mound is nothing compared to mine."
Gina's eyes narrowed, the fire of competition lighting up her gaze. "Fuck you, Tina," she growled, her voice thick with passion. "My mound will outfuck yours no matter what position I'm in, you whore."
With that, she bucked her hips up, pushing Tina's mound down hard against hers. The fabric of their leggings grew damper, the friction between their clits a delicious agony. They grinded slowly, savoring every millimeter of contact, their hips moving in a dance as old as time. Each stroke was a silent challenge, a promise of what was to come.
"You're all talk," Gina murmured, her voice a seductive taunt. "Your cxnt is as dry as the Sahara."
Tina's eyes flashed with anger, her grip tightening on Gina's ankle as she ground down harder. "Dry?" she retorted, her voice a low growl. "You're just jealous because you're not the one in control."
Gina's teeth gleamed as she smirked up at Tina, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Control is an illusion," she murmured, her eyes flickering to Tina's breasts, which jiggled tantalizingly with every thrust. "And right now, I'm the one making you squirm."
Tina's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching with the effort of holding back a moan. She leaned down, her breath hot against Gina's neck. "You think you can handle this?" she whispered, her voice a seductive challenge. "You think your pathetic little mound can take what I've got to give?"
Gina's eyes flashed with anger, her own hips bucking up to meet Tina's. "You're the one who's going to beg for mercy," she hissed, her teeth grazing Tina's earlobe. "My cxnt will fuck yours dry whore."
But Tina was in her element now, her body moving with a grace that belied the ferocity of their encounter. She ground down hard, her clit rubbing against Gina's in a delicious dance of dominance.
Their leggings were soaked, the material whispering a sweet, wet melody with every move of their hips. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of lust that seemed to resonate in their very bones. The fabric clung to them like a second skin, outlining the contours of their mounds in a way that was almost obscene.
Their moans grew louder, a duet of pleasure that was as much about the competition as it was about the sensations coursing through their bodies. Each stroke was a declaration of superiority, a silent shout that their cxnt was the one in charge. They watched each other with fiery eyes, their breaths coming in short, sharp pants as they pushed themselves closer and closer to the edge.
Gina's hips bucked up to meet Tina's, her own need for release becoming more and more urgent with every grind. "Fuck me," she breathed, her voice a mix of anger and desire. "Fuck me, you dumb whore. Prove you're better."
Their rocking grew faster, their bodies moving in passion and spite. The friction between their clits was electric, sending shockwaves through their systems that made their toes curl and their eyes roll back in their heads. The bed beneath them groaned and creaked, a testament to their frenzied pace.
And then, with a sudden burst of strength, Gina flipped Tina onto her back, reversing their positions. She straddled her rival, her own chest heaving with exertion as she stared down at Tina's flushed face. "Now," she whispered, her voice thick with victory, "we'll see who's the real boss here."
Gina's hips began to move with a purpose, her mound grinding against Tina's in a slow, deliberate rhythm that was as tantalizing as it was painful. She felt every contour of Tina's sex through the thin barrier of their leggings, each undulation a silent declaration of her dominance. Tina's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't resist. Instead, she met Gina's challenge with a gritted smile.
"Is that all you've got?" she sneered, reaching up to yank Gina's hair with surprising strength. Her nails dug into the other woman's thigh, leaving deep red marks. "Fuck me, whore," she spat, her voice dripping with a hatred that was as potent as it was arousing. "Prove to me that you're worth a damn."
Gina's eyes widened with a mix of anger and excitement, and she leaned in closer, her own hips grinding with a ferocity that matched Tina's. The sound of their wet leggings slapping together filled the room, a testament to their shared desire and animosity. They were two lions fighting for dominance, their bodies speaking a language of passion and power.
Their moans grew louder, each one a declaration of victory in this intimate, sensual battle. The friction between their pussies was a sweet, agonizing symphony that seemed to crescendo with every thrust. Sweat beaded on their skin, mingling with the wetness of their arousal, creating an erotic sheen that made their bodies glisten.
The pleasure was epic, a swirling maelstrom of sensation that seemed to consume them both. Each grind was a silent scream of triumph and need, their hips moving in a dance of dominance that was as ancient as it was primal. They were lost in the moment, their rivalry forgotten in the face of the intense, all-consuming desire that ruled their bodies.
Their inner walls clenched and trembled with every stroke, each one sending a wave of pleasure crashing over them that threatened to drown them in ecstasy. Their breaths grew shallower, their movements more desperate, as they approached the edge of release.
"You're going to come for me," Gina hissed, her voice a dark promise. "You're going to scream my name, and you're going to admit that I'm better." Her hips ground down hard, her mound slamming into Tina's with the force of a hammer.
Tina's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her body trembled beneath Gina's, her own hips rising to meet every thrust. "Never," she gasped out, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I'll never admit it."
Gina's smile grew wicked, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and desire. "We'll see about that," she murmured, leaning in to claim Tina's mouth in a bruising kiss. Their tongues clashed, a dance of power and passion that mirrored the movement of their hips.
Their insults melted into moans, the tension between them dissolving into a delicious agony as their inner muscles clenching as they grind. The room was a whirlwind of passion, their bodies moving in perfect harmony despite their mutual hatred.
Suddenly, with a roar of defiance, Tina bucked her hips upwards, sending Gina flying off her. Gina's eyes went wide with shock, her breasts bouncing from the sudden release, before she landed on her back. Tina took the opportunity to stand, her legs shaking but her resolve unwavering.
With the grace of a predator, Tina strode to the end of the bed, her eyes never leaving Gina's. She climbs up onto the bed from the footboard and sits down and spreads her legs wide while leaning back onto her hands on the bed.
"The final round," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with the same fiery determination that had fueled their entire encounter. "You think you can beat me at my own game?"
With a smirk, Tina leans back, her legs spread wide open that left no doubt about her intentions. "Let's see whose mound can take it," she said, her voice a low growl of challenge.
Gina's eyes widened with a mix of anger and arousal as she watched Tina's brazen display. She quickly followed suit, sitting up and sliding over to align her weapon up with Tina's. She slowly spreads her legs and own leggings, and displays her soaked mound. The air grew thick with the scent of desire as the two rivals faced each other, naked from the waist down.
Without a word, both women slid on their asses until their soaked crotches met. Their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. This was the moment of truth, a battle of wills and wetness that would determine the ultimate alpha female.
On cue, they raised their asses slightly, creating a slick, frictionless surface that allowed them to begin grinding together with a newfound intensity. The fabric of their leggings was so wet it outlined every detail of her rival’s pussy, almost hugging it like a wet t-shirt. They start their grinding duel with extreme passion and ferocity.
The sound of their wet mounds slapping together echoed through the room, a rhythmic symphony of hatred and lust that seemed too crescendo with every collision. Their eyes remained locked, each woman's gaze a storm of emotion - anger, desire, and the burning need to be the one to make the other break first.
Gina's breasts bounced with every smack, the nipples standing tall and proud, taunting Tina with every bounce. Tina's own chest heaved with the effort, her eyes never leaving Gina's as she matched the rhythm of their grinding. Their bodies glisten with sweat from this intense meeting of womanhood they were engaged in, a tapestry of sweat and passion.
With a sudden jolt of desire, Gina leaned in, her leg wrapping around Tina's waist, pulling them closer together. Tina mirrored the move, their legs entangled in a fiery embrace that brought their pussies even closer. The fabric of their leggings was no longer a barrier it was molded to their pussies, the wetness of their desire connecting them in a way that was as intimate as it was violent.
Their kiss was a battleground, tongues clashing and teeth nipping in a dance of passion and aggression. The sexiness of Gina's kisses was like a drug to Tina, sweet and forbidden, a flavor she hadn't known she craved until now.
As their tongues dueled, their hips never stopped moving, the friction between their mounds reaching new heights of intensity. The grinding grew faster, more desperate, each woman trying to outdo the other in their quest for pleasure. They moaned into each other's mouths, the sound a symphony of desire that seemed to fill the room.
Their kiss grew deeper, more insistent, as if they could devour each other whole. They tasted the salt of their sweat, the musk of their arousal, and it only served to fuel the fire burning between their legs. Their bodies were a tapestry of passion, each curve and angle fitting together like puzzle pieces.
Tina's nails dug into Gina's thigh, her grip tightening as she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm building within her. Gina gasped into the kiss, her own nails raking Tina's back in retaliation. "Is something wrong, whore?" she managed to choke out, her voice thick with pleasure.
Tina's eyes blazed with fury as she pulled back, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fuck no, bitch," she snarled, increasing the force of her grinding. Each movement of her hips was a declaration of war, a silent promise that she would not be the one to break first.
Gina's eyes narrowed, the challenge in Tina's voice only serving to stoke the fire in her own belly. She pushed back with equal fervor, their wet mounds slapping together in a cacophony of passion and spite. The intensity of their grinding was like a storm, growing more powerful with every passing second.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their leggings plastered to their skin, the sound of their hips smacking together filling the air. The fabric of their leggings was stretched tight, the outline of their swollen clits clearly visible through the wet material. Each thrust was a silent declaration of war, a promise of victory that seemed almost within reach.
The swell of pleasure grew within them, a slow, inexorable build that seemed to coil in their bellies like a serpent waiting to strike. Their breaths grew shorter, their movements more erratic as the pressure grew. The tension between them was palpable, a living thing that pulsed in time with the beat of their hearts.
"Cum for me," Tina growled, her voice a dark promise. "Cum for me and admit that I'm the superior woman." Gina's eyes flashed with anger, but the words had their intended effect. She could feel the orgasm building, a tidal wave that threatened to break the dam of her pride.
Their moans grew louder, their bodies moving in a frenetic dance of desire. Each grind of their mounds was accompanied by a gasp, a whimper, a silent plea for more. The sound was intoxicating, a symphony of need that seemed to resonate deep within their very souls.
"Fuck you, Tina," Gina hissed through gritted teeth, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. But even as she cursed her rival, she could feel her own orgasm building, a storm on the horizon that threatened to engulf her. "I'll never submit to you."
Tina's eyes narrowed, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew she had Gina on the edge, could feel the other woman's desperation in every twitch of her body. She leaned in, her breath hot against Gina's ear. "Bite your lip, you're going to need it to keep from screaming my name," she murmured, her voice a seductive taunt.
With that, Tina pushed herself up onto her hands, her legs spread wide as she ground her pussy into Gina's with a force that seemed to shake the very foundation of the room. Her leggings were soaked through, the fabric clinging to her skin like a second layer. Gina's own eyes widened as she felt Tina's swollen lips pressing into hers, the pressure building with every thrust.
Gina matched Tina's ferocity, leaning back and arching her spine to increase the friction between them. Their heads leaned back, exposing the arch of their necks as they panted heavily, the only sound in the room the wet slap of their mounds colliding. Their breasts bounced in unison, the sight of each other's arousal only fueling the fire that burned between them.
With every slam of their bodies, they screamed out in pleasure, the sound a raw, primal declaration of their need to conquer. The bed beneath them groaned in protest, the headboard thumping against the wall in a steady rhythm that matched their grinding. The room was a battleground, their grunts and moans the only battle cry in this intimate, erotic war.
"Fuck, bitch," Tina snarled, her hips moving in a blur. "You're going to cum for me. You know it. You want it." Gina's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The pleasure was a knife's edge, painful and exquisite in its intensity.
"Never," she managed to choke out, her voice a hoarse whisper. But her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around the invisible phantom of Tina's, her inner walls tightening in anticipation.
Tina's grip tightened on Gina's hair, her nails digging into her scalp. "Look at me," she snarled, her voice a mix of pleasure and rage. "Look at me, bitch, as I make you submit."
Gina's eyes snapped open, the pain a sharp contrast to the pleasure that consumed her. She glared up at Tina, her own anger flaring as she felt the orgasm building within her. "Never," she spat, her voice a fierce challenge.
But Tina was relentless, her body moving in a blur of passion and rage. She slammed into Gina with all her weight, their mounds colliding in a wet smack that echoed through the room. "Fuck you, whore," she growled, her teeth bared in a snarl of triumph. "You're going to cum for me, and you're going to scream it."
Gina's eyes widened with shock, her body responding to the intensity of Tina's movements. Her own orgasm was close, so close she could almost taste it. But she would not give in so easily. She bucked her hips upwards, pushing Tina's down with a ferocity that surprised even herself.
Their bodies moved together in a blur, their wetness creating a delicious friction that seemed to set them both on fire. Their moans grew louder, more desperate, each one a declaration of their refusal to submit. Gina's grip on Tina's hair tightened, pulling her down HARD, their foreheads to meet, eyes locked as both women looked into the others seeing ever emotion spoken through them.
"I won't let you win," Gina hissed through clenched teeth, her hips bucking wildly. "You're just a fucking tease, Tina. You're not woman enough to satisfy me."
Tina's eyes flashed with anger at the challenge, her body responding with renewed vigor. The sound of their pubic bones cracking together filled the air with a rhythmic thud, thud, thud, as they slammed into each other with a ferocity that was almost animalistic. The impact sent shockwaves through their bodies, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that only served to heighten their desire.
Gina's eyes rolled back in her head, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She bit her lip to stifle the scream that threatened to escape, her body convulsing as Tina's continued the grinding and slamming. But even as she felt the pleasure consume her, she refused to give in completely, her hips moving in a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of control.
Tina, however, was unforgiving. She took advantage of Gina's vulnerability, her own orgasm approaching. She ground down harder, her movements deliberate and precise, her eyes never leaving Gina's. She could see the battle raging in her rival's eyes - the fight against the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.
"Look at me," Tina ordered, her voice a low purr. "Look at me when you come."
Gina's eyes snapped open, anger and desire mingling in the deep blue pools. She met Tina's gaze, her own eyes a fiery challenge. But the intensity of their grinding had reached a peak, and she couldn't hold out any longer. With a scream that was equal parts pleasure and rage, she climaxed, her body convulsing to Tina's superior sexual prowess and womanhood.
Tina's eyes gleamed with victory as she watched Gina's face contort in ecstasy, her own orgasm rushing closer with every spasm of the other woman's pussy. "Say it," she demanded, her voice a low growl. "Tell me that I'm the sexier woman, the hotter woman, the BETTER woman."
Gina's eyes stared deep into the eyes of her conqueror, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed. She looked up at Tina, the woman who had just brought her to the brink of madness with pleasure. The woman whose body she had craved and despised in equal measure. "Fuck... you," she managed to gasp out, her voice a raw whisper.
Tina's grin grew wider, her eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. She knew she had won, at least for now. She leaned in closer, her own orgasm building like a crescendo within her. "Say it," she whispered, her breath hot against Gina's ear. "Say I'm the better woman."
With a snarl, Gina reached up and grabbed Tina's wrists, trying to pull her hands from her hair. But Tina was too strong, too determined to let go. With a vicious yank, she brought their faces closer, their breasts still pressed tightly together. "You're the better woman," Gina choked out, her voice thick with defeat and desire.
Tina's grin grew wider, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "I knew it," she murmured, her hips still grinding against Gina's.
But the victory was short-lived, as Tina felt the pressure building within her own body, the orgasm that had been building with every grind, every taunt, now threatening to consume her. Her breath grew ragged, her eyes squeezing shut as her body started to shake. With a roar, she grabbed Gina's hair with both hands, yanking her head back and slamming their bodies together one final time.
Her orgasm hit like a freight train, her body convulsing with pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She felt like she was being torn apart from the inside out, every muscle spasming in a symphony of ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around Gina's through the soaked matted down thin fabric of their leggings, the wetness between them increasing tenfold as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Gina's eyes widened with shock at Tina's violent orgasm, the power of her orgasm clearly visible in every line of her body. Their chest melded together as Tina's body convulsed hard into Gina's, her breasts crushing against hers with a fierce need that seemed to transcend their rivalry.
Tina's victory cry echoed through the room, a sound that was part triumph, part release. She had won this round, had made Gina admit what she had long denied. She felt a thrill of power surge through her, a heady mix of excitement and satisfaction that was more intoxicating than any drug.
Slowly, almost tenderly, she rolled off of Gina, their bodies parting with a wet sound that gave both the women shivers. She lay there for a moment, panting, her breasts heaving with the exertion of their battle. Then, with a smirk, she reached down and began to rub her own mound, the fabric of her leggings sticking to her sensitive flesh.
Gina laid there, panting and trembling, her eyes never leaving Tina's face. The words echoed through her mind like a taunt, a promise that had been made and now fulfilled. "You said I'd submit to this," she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of anger and arousal. "You said I'd beg for it."
"And here we are," Tina said with a smug smile, her eyes never leaving Gina's. "I knew you'd come around, bitch," she said, her voice a purr of satisfaction. "I could see it in your eyes from the start."
Gina pushed herself up onto her elbows, her chest heaving with the aftershocks of her own climax. Despite her defeat, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of awe for the woman who had brought her to such heights of pleasure. "You think this is over?" she asked, her voice a challenge.
"Oh no, this is only the beginning, bitch," Tina sneered, her eyes gleaming with a wicked light. She sat up, her own breasts bouncing with the movement, her body still humming with the aftermath of their intense encounter. "You've only tasted a fraction of what I can do."
The End.....or is it? Time will tell.
