Part 1:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,54907.0.htmlAs the girls perform their intimidation dance, Marcus takes off his pants and underwear. Releasing his now hard and steaming cock. Both girls lick their lips at the same time. As they gaze at their prize.
Francesca and Dyantha are stepping towards eachother before Marcus, on their right. On their left is the kingsize bed of the master bedroom. They stare into eachothers eyes. Francesca still with a confident smile on her face. Dyantha seems a little bit nervous, doing her best to hide it. A light red blush contrast with her pale skin. She notices the body type difference between hers and that of curvy brown Francesca. She seems to realize she got herself a tough opponent.
Francesca places her hands on her sexy hips. She takes a small step back and walks towards the left side of the bed. “I wanna beat you in the bed where I fuck that cock, blonde slut”. Dyantha takes her place on the other side of the bed. She responds: “It would be a pleasure taking your man in the most sacred spot in this house! Maybe you’ll know your place then.”
Both girls now climbing on the bed, sitting on their knees, staring eachother down. Marcus decides to start the match. “Okay girls, 3... 2.... 1..... GO” he yells.
Dyantha doesn’t seem to have a gameplan as she waits for a moment, thinking about going for the hair. Francesca almost immediately goes for the neck. Wrapping her hands around her creamy white opponents neck, as she tries to pull her between her bigger breast. Their skins contrasting as the finally square off. Dyantha pushing up against the chin off Francesca, Trying to keep her head way from those caramel breast. The girls hissing and puffing as the struggle continues.
Francesca pulls Dyantha to the left down on her side. Dyantha responds by wrapping one leg over Francesca’s waist. Feeling her soft skin on her inner tigh. Her milky white face turning a little bit more red. As Francesca tries to go for the blondes hair, Dyantha manages to grab Francesca’s wrists. Quickly sitting up, managing to sit on top of her belly, almost pinning her brown opponent down.
Marcus sits on the edge of his seat. He didn’t expect Dyantha to last longer than 5 minutes, let alone get on top.
Francesca manages to get one of her wrists free and grabs the side of her white nemesis bra. Pulling hard to the side as she bucks her hips up, Throwing Dyantha off balance, and manages to roll her over. The bra stretches out, Dyantha wraps her legs around the waist of Francesca.
Her white legs trying to squeeze the strong caramel waist of the Brazilian beauty. “Do you think those little twigs hurt white girl” Francesca taunts. “Shut up you fat ass whore” Dyantha responds. Francesca reaches down with her head, going for the now exposed nipple of Dyantha, since her bra stretched out.
Dyantha’s eyes widen. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” She yells out. The grip of her legs loosen up. Francesca wastes no time and crawls forward, her brown body sliding over her white opponent.
Marcus starts to feel what Francesca is planning. She is not just out there to defeat Dyantha physically, but also mentally. Francesca continue’s to slide her body up and down her opponents body. She manages to place her hands on the shoulders of Dyantha.
Twerking her brazillian booty as their crotches meet. Almost dryhumping her opponent.
Dyantha is getting mixed feelings now. A mixture of pleasure and anger fills up her body. She reaches for Francesca’s nipple through her tigerprint bra. Squeezing it hard. Not knowing yet it’s Francesca’s most sensitive bodypart.
EEEEEK. Francesca yells out. Dyantha quickly bucks to the side and rolls over, throwing Francesca off her body.
To be continued
