Beth
Dakota
Beth loved her life. A sunny and simple life, together with a man she had loved and then married. Everything was going smoothly, she was perfect as a wife, and maybe there was a possibility of trying to get pregnant. A perfect life, after the fateful "Till death do you part".
But today, Beth has found the true meaning of the phrase, the true death. Death's name was Dakota, a woman in every way the younger version of Beth. Beautiful, big breasts, and a lot of cock. The problem was that the cock she wanted was Beth's husband's, and she even got it easily when the little blonde wife was out of town for work, continuing for the rest of the month. On the way back, Beth felt something was wrong at her house, finding an unfamiliar car in her driveway. Silently entering her house, she followed the moans and grunts to her bedroom, discovering the girl riding her man.
"Bitch! He's my husband!" shouted Beth angrily.
The brunette got off the bed, running her finger over her huge breasts to collect the man's cum and put it in her mouth.
"Bitch, can't you see he wants me?" the girl replied, smiling evilly.
Beth opened her eyes and mouth wide at the girl's arrogance. It was her fault that her marriage was falling apart.
"You bitch, you think just because you have nice tits you can fuck other people's men?" the blonde shouted even angrier.
"It's precisely because of my tits that I'm fucking your husband, you old bag! My breasts are better than yours," Dakota replied as she approached threateningly, "And after I destroy your old bags in front of him, he will become mine alone."
It took a few seconds for Beth to remove her clothes to face the girl in front of her. The titfight would decide the fate of her marriage: if Beth flattened Dakota's breasts, the brunette would have to leave and never be seen again. But if Dakota had won, the blonde would have lost her husband, her home, everything.
Their tits collided with a meaty slap that filled the entire room. The fight had begun.
Who win?