It's a... DRAW!
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Amazing how blindfolded luck really is. The fight had started in the best of ways, in a private room inside the tattoo studio. It wasn't the first time the brunette had decided to jealously guard the skill of her tattoo artist, so she had been given a small room where she could 'debate' with the other women.
From the first few minutes, both beauties felt the firmness and power of the opposing breasts as they pumped and slapped their tits together. A few times, the blonde seemed on the verge of defeat, grunting and panting as she was pounded around the room. Other times, the brunette woman was bent over her knees following brutal impacts from her blonde rival.
But never did anyone give in. No woman, no pair of breasts. They continued unceasingly to slam their tits together for what seemed like an eternity, enduring the excruciating pain that grew worse with each blow.
With one last, violent, meaty slap, both women fell to the floor. In tears, they cradled their slammed tits, unaware that the other woman was in the same state. None were able to continue, and after about ten minutes they left the room with a death mask on their faces. Their fight was not yet over.
